BS

Okay, has my Tolle become boring? Has my contentedness with the world become passé? Was my blog way more fun when I was struggling through breaking addiction, rather than actually enjoying my life, the sun, my dog, my Beyonce?

Obviously. So, here are some updates and some strong thoughts on things.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, even though I am no longer writing my Oprah Watch every week, I have been sucked in to the Oprahverse, I am now doing my Eckhart Tolle (which honestly is really starting to change the way I see things, man…I’m going to be some new age hippy-dippy huh?), John and I are following the Suze Orman plan for “having a good relationship with your money” and I’m reading Oprah’s lady doc’s book at night. Now, I know, this is probably Oprah overload, but the thing is, they all tie together. Suze says you have to let go of all your bullshit to make money and not be afraid of it, Christiane Northrop says you have to let go of all your bullshit to be healthier, Tolle says you just have to let go of your bullshit and I really truly believe that for me, I really need to let go of all these forms of bullshit, so each book/belief is helping cement the others. And no doubt, my heart is lighter, it really is. So bite me if you think Opes is all full of it and stuff, because, its working for me, and if even under the guise of “having a healthy relationship with money”, it doesn’t take away from the fact that for the first time in my life I am dealing with it, paying attention to it and not fearing it.

Even though my heart is lighter and my head is clearer and soon, my bank account fuller I’m feeling randy today, and not in a sexy way, but in an opinionated egoical way, so enjoy:

This fucking govn’r from NY. Now, as I was telling John at lunch (and realized how fired up I am today, I think it’s the sunshine, good thing I have a mid-long run tonight) I don’t have so much of a problem with prostitution as a whole…there’s all different levels of course, and this high-end callgirl thing, well, I’m betting these ladies have made educated decisions about what they’re doing, plus a buttload of money. I understand why men go, I understand why women do it, and at a distance, you know…whatever, do what you do.

But that poor wife man. That poor woman, standing there next to this asshole who not only went to a prostitute but did it stupidly, and then this poor woman has to stand up there.

I would not do it. I would not. The guy has already screwed the pooch (heh), he’s lost his job, he doesn’t need her anymore, LEAVE oh my god lady, don’t even be seen with him anymore.

It makes me wish Hillary left, now, I realize it’s not quite the same thing (but really, just as humiliating) and I realize its all very politically complicated, but you know what? I almost think I’d vote for her if she had dumped Bill’s cigar ass as soon as he was out of office.

And I know I’m not saying anything new here? But because of the randiness, I’m just going to keep going…Hillary; you don’t ask the winner (so far) to be YOUR vice-president. Yeesh lady.

AND WOULD YOU TURN OVER YOUR TAX RETURNS ALREADY?

Oh, and upstairs neighbor lady? Has anyone ever told you you stomp like muthafuckin horse?

My god girl, at least take your shoes off.