So, I took the long way home from work today. Today was the first day since Saturday that it has been nice outside. So, instead of driving straight down Hudson Road (I went to the mall to schedule an eye appointment), I turned down Devenger Road: the Greenville parallel to Weeds' Agrestic community. There's a plethora of middle to upper middle class developments off the road: Devenger Place, Devenger Pointe, Foxcroft, Thornhill, Bennington, Thornblade, Deer Run, Hobcaw, The Enclave at Thornblade, Sugar Creek...
So I began to think to myself... holy crap, I'm in the heart of suburbia. Honestly, this is not where I saw myself my first year out of college. I am surrounded by extremely settled, hoity toity, Oprah's Book Club women, their smoking jacket CEO husbands, and their snot nosed, red Kool-aid top lip stained children. I have too quickly achieved the American dream. BOO!
Boo on the fact that I have accomplished this task so soon, and boo on the fact that now that I have done it, I'm not enjoying it! No one told me that owning a home was going to have psychological disadvantages.
I mean, honestly, I feel like I have come back home to die. As if college was my treatment for a terminal disease and graduation was the day they gave me my certain period of time to live, so they sent me home to enjoy it while I could. I know, morbid as hell, but think about it. I feel so stagnate! Like, this is it. But there is so much I haven't done yet... so much that I haven't seen yet... so much that I still don't have... Honestly, it's a cruel irony, this whole situation.
So, what does that mean... why of course! I'm going to start selling pot like Mary-Louise Parker in Weeds! Nah... that might severly jeopardize my day job. No, seriously, as Sheryl Crow says, "I think a change would do me good." Now what exactly does THAT mean? I guess y'all will just have to wait and see just how crazy I am.
I do know one thing... I'm getting the first season of Weeds when it comes out with the QUICKNESS!
"...and they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same."
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
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2 comments:
When I grow up, I want to be one of those Oprah Book Club Bitches who get so much botox that they look like they should be in a wax museum. But I'm going to have racquet ball games every other weekend and have an affair with my Swedish maid, Greta, cuz I'm high off my ass on a combo of Prozac and Ritalin! Woo-Woo!
<3, Freddie
Uh-oh, it looks like Chrissy read the comment you left on my blog and she responded in a very passive-aggressive manner, if you ask me...which you didn't...but I don't care.
Laterz,
Freddie
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