Well it's been over a month (and I thought I was treating my blog bad last time). I've decided to get back to basics and ressurect le blog.
Things are going well. I've officially recognized that I am resistant to growing up, I want my afternoons back so I can do young starlet things--drink from "The Bean," morph into a girl who gags (ladies who lunch), shop uncontrolably, and go see new releases at 2:30--and I've realized that I should lay off the sauce (old men).
I'm at work physically (new job going well), but mentally I'm in my closet, because my dream of dancing with Madonna in a leotard may come true tomorrow. While I've been pinching pennies for the last two weeks (it's so bad that I can't even afford toilet paper) to pay for a $250 floor seat at the MGM Grand to see Madge drop it like it's hot (and at her age it's a wonder if she can bring it back up) I think it might, might be worth it.
I'm horribly annoyed by her L.A. show reviews. Apparently she up to her old tricks--hanging from crosses (so done, so Like A Prayer), whipping some sassy gay ass in S&M riding gear, and requesting no air conditioning in the venue. I'm so annoyed by her person. I just feel like her attempts to shock don't work anymore. I think she shocked us all when she put on that fug dress and starting hawking that p.o.s book about roses (wth that accent of course). She's nuts. I've also heard that she is steady pushing her political agenda, flashing photos of George W. and Hitler during "I love New York." Hmmm she's charges $250 for a seat to watch her perform and then has the audacity to be political? Hypocrisy at its best, I say. Stephanie asked if I'm so annoyed why am I going? I responded, "She still kicks balls, it's Madonna--Vadge, the Queen of Slop"
