Friday, Dec. 05, 2008

Holiday Ding Dongs

I have great skin. I'm not going to sugar coat it. Aside from the occasional under-eye circles in the morning, I tend to have smooth and even skin.

Even so, I don't like people touching it. Unless we've just met and you're giving me a welcome hug or if we've known each other forever and you're giving me a playful punch to the arm, I don't want you touching me. It's nothing personal.

I've been getting my hair darkened and finally it's back to it's natural color. Two months ago I was a blond pop tart and now I'm dark as midnight. It's great to be back to black, but part of me does miss the Marilyn Monroe effect.

My hair stylist was glazing my hair in the sink when her coworker came up and started chatting. The woman looked down at my head, then proceeded to upwardly rub my cheek.

"You have such pretty skin," she said.

Now, I'm not a germophobe who can't take a drink out of another person's water bottle like Ben Stiller in Along Came Polly - but I don't like people touching my face. It's a thing I have. People's fingers are oily and if you constantly touch your face, it'll eventually break out.

Another thing that will make you break out? Ding Dongs. I freaking loved those growing up.

My mother would put those in our garage freezer and pack them for us if we were good. I remember eagerly opening up my lunch pale and going ape shit over that tin foil. I love me some Ding Dongs.

Mr. Big's mother has been on a quest for finding Choco Pies, a Korean snack that is equivalent to our love for Oreos. We've tried tons of impostors, such as Pinwheels, Little Debbie treats and now Hostess Ding Dongs. I got excited as we opened the box and those little foiled hockey pucks spilled out. I opted to save mine for later to increase my anticipation.

Unfortunately, we haven't been able to find the real Choco Pies anywhere, so I did what my boss would do and ordered some online from a Korean grocery store. Though overly priced, it's convenient and will arrive just in time for the holidays.

Speaking of holidays, I met up with Beefy, the Internet Celebrity himself. It was basically playing catch-up before the New Years when he'll be rocking out at First Night's teen stage - The Fallout Zone.

He finally got printed CDs out of his latest album Rolling Doubles. Even though I already had all his music when it first came out a couple months back, I popped the new CD in my car and sung along to the familiar tracks.

Beefy is as lovable and squishable as ever, though I do suspect he's lost a couple pounds here 'n there due to a healthier lifestyle with his lady friend, whom I adore. It's great to see him happy -- and not in a pathetic "Aww, he finally met someone" kind of way. It's nice to see good people meet other good people.

But sometimes good people come with baggage, like horrible ex's. I know I've had mine. It's like, get a life and stop thinking we care what you think.

My friends recently told me an ex had blocked them from his MySpace because they were too close to me. How inflated does your ego have to be? Our lives don't hang on the balance of your every updated MySpace picture. People need to learn that once you stop talking to an ex, you could pretty much care less about what they're doing with their lives. Especially if both of you have moved on and are in new relationships. It's over.

There are just moments where you want to unload on somebody, but refrain because what good would it do? Like today, two cars turning left into a URM in front of oncoming traffic. The first car made it, while the second swerved in and out of the opposite lane, narrowly avoiding a collision with my car. I wanted to follow them into the parking lot and just scream obscenities at them and throw Driver's Ed pamphlets at their faces.

Which got me to thinking. People who blow up inside grocery stores or gas stations or even restaurants - are they just angry people, or are they people who have been pushed to the edge of restraint and simply let go because it was the final straw? Should we be embarrassed of them or applaud them for finally speaking their mind? God knows we all want to do the same sometimes.

When it comes to driving and the holidays, drivers get significantly worse. Instead of screaming to myself I'll invest in these...