JOE MILLIONAIRE’S SECRET MESSAGE TO THE SOUL SISTAHS

Hello. Sorry about the lack of transmissions lately. Our SoulSSatellite was down. Bummer, we know. We assume you have been carrying on the Good Fight. We have been doing our part.

Here’s the deal: Joe Millionaire is the best we can offer right now. You may be disappointed, confused, depressed and We Understand. This is how dating is - it’s weird, awkward, staged, bizarre and driven. Other than the cameras, not much about this show veers far off the path. The Millionaire Thing? It’s always Something. Money. Sex. Possessions. That’s just the way we’re wired. Yeah, me too.

On the other hand,. let’s look at the bright side. The guys (or gals) that turned you down, didn’t call back, acted, acted weird? They were losers. At the time you were hurt but now? Exactly. What were you thinking? He’s no Millionaire. He’s not even a Thousandaire. He’s a Construction Worker which obviously wasn’t what you had in mind.

Here on Planet Earth, we’ve all heaved a collective sigh of relief. Even though you didn’t think you were Choosing, you Chose wisely. Congratulations. You will be fine. Things will work out. They may not look like you thought but they assuredly always Work Out.

Relax. Enjoy. It’s only a TV show.

11:24:52 PM    sro home /

I have not been posting because my computor was being repaired. It's been returned, looking rather spiffy I might add, and soon things will be rolling along as usual here. My sincere thanks for all the e-mails I received regarding my well-being due to a lack of posts and I literally can't express how appreciative I am. More about that later.

I discovered (due to not having my cute little iBook at hand) how my Psyche's Input Level has been turned up to Rock Concert Volume. Doing One Thing at A Time has become arcane and frankly dull. Watching TV is not enough. I must be watching TV, writing, surfing the Web, eating, IMing and waiting for the phone to ring. TVs do not talk back. They don't leave comments, they don't send e-mails and they aren't very responsive to requests. Snooze City. We used to do this all the time?

I resorted to my recently acquired X-Box. I got all the way to the Shipping Dock on "Buffy: The Vampire Slayer." You laugh, but that wasn't easy. Being a teenage girl (even a Slayer) was not quite as Glamorous as I'd hoped. The Game was dully resolute in the Running and Jumping minus all the Boy Bands and new shoes.

It is, however, creepily primal when you automatically adjust your viewpoint by manipilating your chubby little thumbs. Alas, this is not true in "Real Life" which suddenly seems quite banal in comparison.

I contemplated Real Pen and Real Paper. Really. Other than my signature, I could not tell you what my handwriting looks like. When I was younger, I would change the way I wrote depending on my Current Vibe. Something slightly European. Something Architectural. Now I'm afraid it's become Something Undecipherable.

I am anxious to sort through some of it here.
6:43:26 PM    sro home /