John told me today that the first time he ever saw me, he thought I looked
just like Kate Winslet. Is that a good thing?
Found the underware, but they only had zebra print, so they will have
to do. I do hope that Brad and Jennifer will be able to make it to the
wedding. I sent them an invite down in Hollywood and still haven't heard
back. Maybe I'll call them later and see if they are on location or something.
It would mean so much to me if they could come. I really want them to
Talked to the flower people today and it looks like the giant palm trees
I ordered are not going to get in on time. #!*%. They won't even refund
my money. It was the risk I took with ordering so late. I guess I can
donate them to the city for the rest of Market St.
I decided to wear faux fur leopard print underware under my dress. Now
I just need to find them.
The sky looks so lovely right now, I can't help but think about the time
John and I joined the mile high club in clouds like these. Memories....
Met with the Ninjas earlier to talk
wedding plans. Shit, there sure is alot to do. And these characters I
now have invoved...what a bunch of...well...you know. No one seemed to
jump at my catsuit idea, oh well. The girls think I should ride in on
a camel, to symbolize how John and my love can endure all hardships, but
I don't think the zoo rents animals. I will have to call tomorrow.
John picked me up after the gathering, I told him we should run off to
Vegas. He gave me that 'look' and I shut up. Until later...
I am ENGAGED TO BE MARRIED. Wow!!!
Wait a minute, am I not supposed to wear a RING?
Ohmigod - I am engaged!!!!!!!!!!!! Slap me hard. Harder. HARDER!!!
I can't believe it. John proposed last night.
I am discovering a whole new chakra.
A always know I'd be married. Someday. But it was always so far away.
John is not exactly the character who brings it imminently closer.
He can be such a sweet man. Well, he is a man. But he is at his sweetest
when he is a sissy.
We went out for a coffee last nite. And I was in a pissy mood. And if
it shows, I have to be VERY pissy. We had to listen to Mr. Bush declaring
war, taking care of oil business for his corporate friends and famliy.
And our president is such an awful speaker! It hurts so much more because
I LOVE public speaking!! If he had been in my speaking class, would I
have done any good to him? Maybe I could have used him as a bad example.
But then again ... I don't do that.
I was pretty droopy, but I didn't want to tell John about it. He gets
always so excited when I get upset. Combine that with the coffee he had
that night - when is a princess to get her beauty sleep??
So we have been sitting there for a while - I was watching an old lady
through the window, trying to untie her little puppy from the parking
meter, holding champagne bottles in both her hands (cheap champage - yuck).
I swear that went on for almost half an hour. Then, out of nowhere, John
proposed! To me!! Just like that. I love him so much. I love the way he
talks - especially when proposing, duh. His voice is so comforting, I
just want to crawl up in his voice.
Of source, I had to do some on-the-spot due diligence about his sincerity
before I accepted. We're in heaven. I didn't get my beauty sleep after
While peeing down from the Trib tower during a creative
break today, I was contemplating about how my life has changed. How should
it feel when you're engaged? Something is missing. Then it dawned on me:
I was bad last week. I proposed.
Yup, here I am, an engaged man. I am the Man!
I AM the man.
I don't remember exactly how it happened. It's a little bit hazy. Since
then, I may have lost quite a few brain cells - my thighs are still burning.
What is it about women that gets them so horny about getting married?
Anyway, we were out that night. I think I had too much caffeine. Then
our prez had the big speech on tv about taking on his big rival Saddam.
We were at war. Christina's was so bummed out, she just stared and sucked
on the spoon. Here I was, the gun lover, and she, the peacenik. All of
a sudden there was imminent danger that I could be considered being triumphant
in the camp of the war mongers. Not good for our relationship. As her
face grew longer, I had to do something. Something drastic. So I heard
those words coming out of my mouth. I don't recall exactly how she said
yes, or if she said yes, for that matter. All I remember, we were very
happy. Never mind the damn war.
And yes, I was meant to marry her. Ever since I had been in that corset
for the first time, I knew that she's the one.
What am I doing? I am writing this in a journal? That is so not me. What's
happening to me? But
then gain, I am a writer. A WRITER.
And now I am the Man.