Dirty Little Secret #07

I slept in a bunk bed until I went off to college. Not one of those cute Ikea looking ones. A big, thick, wooden, Paul Bunyan-made-it-his-damn-self looking bunk bed. It was cool in the beginning. When I was 6!

It was like having my own jungle gym in my bedroom. I would hang upside down from it FOREVER. I would climb up and down and up and down. I thought about jumping off of it with an umbrella like Mary Poppins, but I was too afraid of the bad luck. Sometimes I would live on the edge and sleep on the top bunk. It was hot as hell up there too! Yeah..it was pretty fun at times.

Then it got real old. Real fast.

After puberty hit, I would hit my head on the top bunk if I sprung up too quickly and stubbing my toe hurt like a mother. I tried my best to convince my mom to buy me a “big girl” bed, but she wasn’t having it. So I started tagging it up. I carved all types of stuff on it. I doodled all up under the top bunk. It was like my diary. Whatever boy I was crushing on at the time, his name was all over it. Then I’d scratch his name off and add a new one. It was a work of art.

And then one day I came home and it was gone. I was PISSED. My new bed was cute, but I didn’t get to say goodbye to the old one. No picture. No nothing.

Call Me Crazy

…but I actually liked this. It just premiered tonight on American Idol. Paula’s got the whole Janet Jackson/Lisa Lisa vibe going on. She’s looking pretty hot. Especially when the fan is blowing her hair across her face during the close-ups. Coincidence? I think not. The song’s growing on me. It’s pretty catchy. Too bad though. She’s still a few fries short of a Happy Meal.

And Randy is kiiiilling me trying to be so damn cool. Yo Dog, chillax. Cause you’re looking real corny.