Do I Have To?

I haven't written in a day. I have been thinking about it a lot and then when I sit down I am uninspired. Not sure why?

The Chik Fil A I had for breakfast was delicious. Made the drive all the way down to USC to get it. They play Christian music and in a way it's like going to church except you get to eat a chicken biscuit. :)

After that indulgence, I made myself go on a power walk in my fancy neighborhood. Hancock Park, it's Old Hollywood with big beautiful homes and manicured lawns. Lucille Ball used to live in my hood. I wish she were my neighbor, how cool would that be! Anyway, I used to power walk almost everyday. I think I am going to start doing that again, the thought of going to a gym makes me nauseous, all those skinny frames with botox and restylane, I feel like I'm in the twilight zone. I do hit up my yoga teacher twice a week. I adore him. He is the best.

Whenever I drive to his studio I have to pass this massive GNC billboard on Sunset Blvd. that says "Live Radiantly". The model in their ad has so much plastic surgery in her face that she looks sorta like Angelina Jolie but not really. It's just odd and makes me mad. It's a lie. She's not living radiantly, she's injecting poison in her face. Next time, I'm taking the side streets, I'm gonna detour from the hypocrisy of it all.

What else do I have to do? Not much. Except say my prayers and please and thank you. Eat some greens everyday and drink lots of water. I make myself do the water part. I don't have to pay any extra attention to the guy in the expensive suit with the big Hollywood job. Even though he expects me to, I don't have to, he doesn't deserve it. He can't believe it but oh well. I'm not impressed, he didn't keep his word. He can have his fancy TV show. I got my blog. So there.

I remember being in an acting class once with a girl that would get botox injections. The only shots I was used to were measles, mumps and rubella, this was a whole other level. Cosmetic doctors, luxurious, expensive and self indulgent and my grandmother would throw in "vain". My friend was beautiful and did not need it by any means. She brought me to one of her appointments once. I sat there mute in the office while blood spewed from the tiny holes in her face from the needle. I was white. She turned to me with her pin cushion face and said "hey let me see your face under the light, I'll tell you if you need it." I threw my hands over my cheeks and recoiled into the corner of the room. "No, I don't want to know." I knew I didn't need that shit, I have freckles and I giggle a lot, a smile trumps a fine line any day.

Anyway when we left the appointment in Beverly Hills we took off for Hollywood to meet some friends at the latest hotspot, some Cuban restaurant. The busboys that worked there seemed to be impeccable with their cleaning because when my friend approached the glass door she walked smack dab into it. She went down like a rag doll with her hand on her forehead. We both started to laugh awkwardly because it was funny but she was also in pain. She turned to look at me and I swear she had a bump on her forehead the size of a Grade A egg. I gasped. The botox had blown up, backfired, right there front and center. I felt so bad. We got her a towel with ice but it took forever for the swelling to go down. The moral of the story is, I do not trust that stuff. The people that get it done here in Los Angeles, they don't necessarily look younger, they just all look the same, it's strange. It's the same frozen, slightly perturbed look. I'd rather go have some seaweed soup and steam at the Korean Spa, it's a deal, only 15 bucks.

So, I don't have to write, but I do. I don't have to get botox and I don't. I don't have to power walk but I love my jeans and I always want to fit in them. I don't have to giggle but I can't imagine not. I don't have to be a good daughter but I am. I don't have to be a good friend yet I try every day to be the best.