Tuesday, January 5, 2010

My Very Sexy Christmas: brought to me by the letter ‘J’

WTF? Was the response to the title of this blog entry when I posted it on Twitter/Facebook status. Ha now that I think about it, ya it totally just made sense in my head… so I shall explain…

How this all began was with a car accident I was in on Christmas Eve. Ya, I know, shitty deal. I worked a half-day so that I could pick up groceries I needed for a dinner I was hosting that evening. Go figure, the ONE time I’ve ever put a cake on my backseat I get rear-ended by some guy going full speed down a steep hill (if any of y’all know Bathurst and Davenport, y’know what I’m talking about, that is one crazy-ass incline!). Since I was at a full stop waiting to turn left, I got the fuuuuuulllllllllllll impact.

Needless to say, the cake was messsssssssed up. I didn’t think that I could take it, though I didn’t bake it, I’m pretty sure I’ll never have that recipe again… oh noooooooooo ♪

Uhhh. Where was I? Ah yes, the damage to the cake, like the damage to my body I didn’t notice til I got home. I was in so much shock driving home (it was my first accident), I was shaking so badly I didn’t notice the pain until I got home about 20 minutes later. It shoulda taken 5 minutes, but guess what happened driving home from the accident? The dude IN FRONT of me got into an accident with the dude in front of HIM! Seriously people, God forbid the weather should dip down below 0, and all of a sudden you forget how to drive.

Speeeeeeeeeeaking of God… so the freaky part was right before my accident, in line checking out at the grocery store the rock solid crucifix I was wearing randomly broke, fell to the ground and shattered. My thought right then: “Oh. That can’t be a good sign.” Oh and then when I got home, I passed by this framed Santo Nino which then proceeded to fall, slamming onto my dresser on top of a rosary, the impact caused the chain of the rosary to break which made that fall onto the ground too. Ooooh, trifecta (or trinity, if you will) of bad baddddd religious signs.

Basically I was agoraphobic for the following week. Not that I would’ve been able to go out and about anyways… I was pretty much bedridden from the pain. Ended up in the hospital on Boxing Day AND New Years Eve (during the day).

So basicallyyy because of all of that, all I was able to really do was watch a ridiculous amount of TV and movies, and it just seemed like there was a running theme: the letter J. And what a sexy theme it was: JB, James Franco, John Cusack, Jensen & Jared, and Joseph Gordon-Levitt.

Christmas Day:
- Jonas Brothers kick off the Disney World Christmas Party
- Simultaneously, We Day is getting replayed with the Jonas Brothers as surprise guests

Boxing Day:
- James Franco in Spiderman 3 induces some serious sexy feelings… oh, and then some serious contemplation about the deeper meaning of my accident and how God is probably smiting me

Post Christmas:
- Watched High Fidelity with Dragana which made me wanna Get It On with John Cusack
- Jensen & Jared in one of my favourite episodes of Supernatural where they get stuck in the world of Dr. Sexy MD
- Jonas marathon on the Family Channel
- Watched 500 Days of Summer with Dragana, a movie that’s ending wrapped up the end of the year perfectly, oh, and Joseph Gordon-Levitt made My Dreams Come True
- Replay of Joseph Gordon-Levitt hosting SNL? What a coincidence…

To anyone else, all of my little experiences this holiday and the movies I happened to watch which caused me to link other things together all would seem like a coincidence, but of course to me who reads into things too much, coincidence doesn’t exist. All that exists is the universe trying to tell me something… but thank goodness it came in a sexy package. A sexy package of Js!

You may have already picked up some of the references, but My Very Sexy Christmas brought to me by the letter J has definitely inspired some musical musings in my crazy imagination… check out my YouTube Channel for the result: www.youtube.com/villagepandamusic

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