Glee

First off, it's just a great word. You can't sound younger than 55, or masculine in any way, when saying it. So when you are telling everyone about the show called Glee, you have to sound like a dork and also put some effort into explaining yourself because it's kindof a musical. People who didn't grow up on musicals don't tend to like musicals. Glee might be the gateway drug, since all the people in it are hot and the music is all urban. Showtune versions of it all, but still. It sneaks its musicalness in the backdoor and before you know it, you are slackjawed staring at your laptop screen, bawling and stating YEAH, all obnoxious and resolute, with your mouth full of food and tears streaming down your face...because Rachel sings "On My Own." Who doesn't cry at that? Especially when they're me? I downloaded the soundtrack on Zune and I guess it's not really the same without being able to stare at the most adorable teen actors in teen acting history while they sing it. But in my head, I picture them, and their darling wardrobes. (I love him, but when the night is over...He is gone. The river's just a river. I know, sweetie. Sing it, girl).

A friend got me hooked on it the other night...and I've been a slave to Hulu ever since. I sit at my computer and laugh and cry and shove my face full of Smart Cookies. Which, by the way, I was so food-horny for today that I almost ditched my cart in the middle of the Target line to go buy (yeah, note to AF Target: every other Target in America has like 15 lanes available. You are the birth defect of all Target stores everywhere. You owe me 20 minutes of my life back).

Don't worry, I didn't. I made my purchase at Target and THEN went to Smart Cookie. Four flower cookies, two almond and two lemon. Holy shit, half of one will keep you feeling all gross and unnervingly "full" for seven meals. That's what is so Smart about them. You can have one on Tuesday, fast for three days and then when you finally feel like you can eat again, you are two pant sizes down, byotches.

Smart Cookie and Glee don't really pertain to one another. Except that they should usually be indulged in simultaneously, and can be the dirty thoughts you think about when you find yourself one man short of an actual love life. Sad. (Editor's note: wait! That's all true except for the part where neither compares to you, Reboyfriend! Don't be mad, you hunk of Jedster McStudlytown, come on). The memory of him is my constant companion now, but sometimes the memory of him gets jealous. (If you just met Smart Cookie and Glee, baby, you would feel so much better. You'd be friends!). Ok I'm done, it's not funny anymore.

If you don't believe me, just Hulu the first episode. Adorable young earnest teacher, dripping with earnestness, sees hope in "geeks" at a satirically cliched high school. (Seriously, the cheerleaders are always wearing their cheer uniforms). These "geeks" (can't stop using quotes, you'll understand why) have She's All That syndrome. Where the girl is supposed to be ugly, but isn't, but you as the viewer go along with it because eventually she'll take her hair out of the pony, and take her glasses off, and music will play and we can all officially agree that she's good looking. THAT kind of geek. I was a geek. I wish that's what I was like in high school. Anyway, this teacher organizes this little group and they cover Don't Stop Believin' at the end. It is in the top ten cutest things I ever did see.

Also, I'm pretty sure Reboyfriend spoke to me through a rap song this week. So, both my hair AND my blog now look like they belong to Wanda Barzee. But with more A.D.D.

And now, your moment of Zen:

"And when I lose my way, I close my eyes and he has found me."