(the) Jebbica

Well, here it is, January 4, and I’m still not any closer to knocking my cold than I was the day after Christmas.  I have taken everything I know to take, slept myself into oblivion, and even tried chugging colloidal silver. No. Still snotty, still sore throat, still coughing.  I generally can knock a cold in about two days, so this is extremely annoying.  On the plus side, I should be losing some weight, since all I eat is soup and green tea (with honey, lemon juice, chili powder, and cinnamon. Mmmmm.).  The one day I started to feel better was New Year’s Eve, when our neighbor invited us to come over and have a drink with him and his wife. And the whiskey felt SO GOOD on my throat, so I just kept drinking it.

You can imagine, New Year’s Day, I felt even worse.

So, I haven’t gotten around to posting what I’ve been wanting to post (like the A-Z guide to marital aids? Can’t wait to embarrass the people I know with that post!). And when I HAVE been on the computer, the only thing I’ve wanted to do is enter contests. The catalyst for my new time-wasting hobby was when I received a package the other day, and in it was $136 worth of sunless tanning products.  Including Fake Bake, which I keep meaning to buy because my trendy grandmother used to use it, and I always loved how real the tan looked after using it. Now that I have a whole plethora of products to try, I’m finding Fake Bake to not be as great as I remembered (still great tan, just MES-SY).  I received these products as part of a panel of consumers who will test and find out the best one for a certain magazine’s beauty awards.  I guess I really have an addiction to getting free stuff in the mail.  Even if it’s nothing I’ll use personally and can give to someone, just seeing that little brown box or yellow envelope in my mailbox gets me excited.  And I am a strong proponent of one making his/her own luck. After all, you’ll never win the lottery if you don’t buy a ticket!

Which brings me to my friend, the one who has been staying with us, aka the one with the perpetual bad luck.  The longer he stays with us, the more I am realizing that he alone is the key to his own misfortune.  He’s always moping about how the girls he dates turn out to be whores.  Well, the good girls he dates, he winds up throwing away for a skankier one, so I wonder why they turn out to be whores?  I have been waiting to write this, because I didn’t want to write in anger. Because this is someone I’ve grown to really care about, and when he disappears for days on end, all of his friends and family members are out searching for him, worried sick if he’s in a ditch or somewhere.  Okay, so I guess I am still a little upset about this.  The Boyfriend and I are 32 (in 3 weeks!) and 25 years old.  We don’t have children; we have dogs. And yet, it’s as if we have adopted a son over the past few months. We have taken this kid in under our wing, fed him, clothed him, made sure he had a place to bathe and a bed to sleep in.  Assuming that one is staying with two struggling people like us rent-free, you would think that he/she would try his/her best to help out around the house, and make sure he/she was up every morning looking for a job.  But is this ever the case? Of course not. I just don’t understand how someone can take advantage of people like that.  And until now, it honestly hasn’t really bothered me. We offered, and he was depressed, so we wanted to take him under our wing. We don’t want anymore episodes like this one!  So, the staying up all night on MySpace and Plenty of Fish talking to girls, sleeping all day, that was okay. As long as he was safe. And when he got together with my sister at Christmas. That was awkward, but good. At least I know she’s a good girl, and he’s a good person.

But telling one friend you’re with the other one, and telling the other one you’re with another one, and getting us all mixed up and worried, when in actuality, you’re at a friend’s ex-girlfriend’s house and don’t want to tell anyone?  Well, you are just making your own luck.  Soon, you are going to be moping about why you have no friends, and this will be why.