Black Friday has resulted in a black week. I seem to have caught a cold while waiting for 2 hours in my pajamas. Today I woke up and immediately was rushed to the bathroom by that horrific tickle in the back of my throat. I can handle most any cold, but when those dry heaves come that leave me fearful of putting anything in my stomach I do declare the virus the victor. So here I sit, watching Hannah Montana episodes piled under 3 blankets knowing that I really have to pee but not wanting to move. (Hey, Simon is back!! He and Katie belong together, they always have.)
Having never had cable my exposure to Miley Cyrus has been relegated to tabloids and Saturday morning syndication (which, after having watched for at least 2 years, I still have only managed to see half of season 1). In a duh moment I thought to check YouTube and voila!, there she is. So, I had caught up on season 1 and now I am ready to begin a season 2 marathon (after I take that bathroom break and get some more tea). Why do I resonate so well with a 12 year old pop star? I have no idea except that I still have a desire to be a famous singer/actress hidden in my heart of hearts. But that's not it. My life is one big secret that I am struggling to hide. I don't even have that small inner circle to share with and my secret doesn't provide a million-dollar income. Maybe I like Miley so well b/c she always comes out on top. Something I don't believe I will ever do. She is the epitome of what I desire to be.
Amazing, isn't it? I desire to be like a teen pop sensation. Well, the pop sensation part might be enjoyable, but I am well past those teen years.
I am rambling in a sudafed-induced manner which means it is time for me to go. And my next set of videos are almost done loading. I hope I feel better soon. (Since you aren't here to wish me well then I must do it myself!!)
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