28 and Broken

Well, I managed to throw out my back yet again. It's truly lovely being NEWLY 28 and busted. I hobble like a little old lady and have not been able to wear heels for the past week. It's devastating.

Because of this, I've had absolutely zilch going on of any amusement, although, I could write a review for any television show or pretty much any new release movie (don't waste your time on "The Ring 2" - LAME).

I'm hoping that I'll be able to move around this weekend so I can get some social time into my schedule, seeing as I'm single AGAIN and need to get out there and make my impression. Although, it might be an odd impression as I may be cruising in one of those jazzy things - you know, the little motorized scooters that old people fart around in? Can you just imagine me rolling (literally) into The Standard or the Sunset Strip on my jazzy but of course, sporting my Manolos? Priceless - I should do it just to get reactions out of people. I'd probably get some sympathy drinks as well. But, can you get a DUI on those things if you ride them on the sidewalk? Interesting. Can people in motorized wheelchairs get DUIs? There's a thought for the day. Hey, I didn't say it was an intelligent one.

In all my crippleness, I've managed to finish all my Christmas shopping plus I threw in a few items for myself because retail therapy rocks. Of course, I indulged in flat Pumas since my decrepit state is only allowing the wear of flats - thank GOD they're in style this year. Otherwise, I'd be hobbling around and driving my Jazzy barefoot. No bueno.

So, I'm sorry to disappoint. My life is boring and my back is jacked. Perhaps my parents should just skip the middle man and put me in an old folk's home. WHOA IS ME.

In the words of Gloria Gaynor, "I will survive." I will again be mobile and show this city who's boss. Until then, feel free to sleep through my entries. :)