For lack of more blog-worthy experiences...

The other day I met a real life Doogie Howser. Well not in the sense that he was a freakishly smart young boy acting as a medical doctor on TV, but rather that he IS Neil Patrick Harris's doopleganger. The resemblance was overwhelming. Almost as overwhelming as finding out that Doogie in fact digs the fellas...who knew? Well, apparently...everybody under the sun! He even did a Clay Akin-esque People magazine cover declaring his sexual preference a few years ago. The only difference with Harris's cover was that some people were actually surprised to see it. But all strangeness aside this encounter got me thinking about my own doppleganger. That girl out there who looks just like me. It is believed that everybody has one it is merely the matter of finding them. So my search begins....wish me luck! And I guess wish her luck too because if she finds me first that would make this whole search thing a lot easier. I'm just saying.

Yeah, I'm that delusional.

My good friend T, better known in the blogesphere as Sandwich Lady, lives in a world not unlike your own. The only crucial difference between the Lady's world and that of flesh and blood is the square shaped screen separating their realities. Yes T's world has gone from the very real to the very fictional. She has adapted to referring to sitcom character's as friends and prime time hunks as lovers. Now at first I was worried by her lapse from reality but now after spending several rainy (or not so rainy) afternoons in front of these lovable faces I have grown to know the appeal of the fictional friend. Be it their ability to make you laugh or their heartwarming tales that bring tears to your eyes, the fictional world is hardly ever disappointing. A trait that is particularly appealing to me. In the real world you are constantly at risk of getting hurt. People you care about can let you down, friendships grow apart, love goes unrequited. But in the wonderful world of fiction your only worry comes from the potential lack of munchies.

Warning: Too Lazy For Friends!

Friendships are hard. Not necessarily the specific joys and struggles that they bring into your life but rather the act of being a friend is very difficult. The phone calls you have to make to "check-in" with one another, the attention that you have to give when the other person is talking, the advice that you have to share to remedy his or her problems. All of these things are both time consuming and exhausting. That is why I rarely do them. Does that make me a "bad" friend? Possibly or maybe it is that I am just ,point-blank, too lazy for friends. Don't get me wrong, I do care very passionately about the friends I have in my life it is just that sometimes I don't have anything to say. So to my friends I tell you this, I care about you dearly and I will call you, it is just that The Office just started back up so I'm going to be pretty tied down...Thanks for tolerating my laziness...maybe someday you will find it quirky rather than rude...maybe.

Maternal Instincts

Mother. Mom. Mommy. Mama. No matter what you call her your mom has the innate ability to bring structure and order to your life. So what happens when you leave your maternal influence at home and step out into the world on your own. You find other "Moms"** to take care of you.

**unfortunately that maternal instinct doesn't actually set in until you have kids of your own...so really we are just a bunch of kids!

Tongue-Tied

Have you ever met someone new and felt, almost instantly, that you have known this person all your life? The two of you just click. Your conversation by-passes the niceties, the where are you from's and the tell me about yourself's, and goes directly to the witty banter. Those wonderfully quick back and fourths you rarely see outside of a TV sitcom. However this puts you in the awkward situation of bringing up the fact that you do not know each others names yet!
So since this is in fact a true story and I am that girl who has met a cute nameless boy, I am seeking the advice of my fellow bloggers for the best way to add an introduction into what is a nearly seemless conversation. All advice is good advice so don't be shy!

Sexy 101

The hot professor is every college students dream come true. Waking up far too early, slightly hung over and stumbling yourself to class only to find your teacher strangely resembling NBA super-star Dwight Howard is the perfect pick-me-up. Whether it was his smooth velvet voice or his strong poised nature I could hardly keep from drooling over my new Multiculturalism professor. His knowledge and insight of the world we live in seduced me into a deep yearning to learn more. I can tell already that I am going to REALLY like this class. And to address the wedding ring that snugs tightly over his left-hang finger, I see it as a mere challenge that I am prepared to endure.

Doggy Style

It is time for me to leave again. I have packed away all that I need and everything that I take comfort in. The car is equipped with novel-esque Vogue magazines and plenty of snacks (except for Cheetos because they are just too messy!) The only thing there is left to do is to say goodbye. Although I am not particularly found of the act I have grown to tolerate goodbyes. I have parted ways from those who mean the most to mean with ease and comfort in knowing I will have the opportunity to see them again. However goodbyes are not so easy for our furry canine friends. My dog Maggie cannot take comfort in the notion that I will be coming back for the holiday season because she does not know that. For all she knows I walk out that door never to return again. So I am taking this time to tell my dear Maggie and any others who live in the fear of not knowing, I will in fact return and look forward to meeting you again.