so you know how sometimes people post things on facebook – people who you might have known at one time in your life, but that was long ago and now you just pretend to understand what is going on in their lives because you read their facebook status updates?  okay clearly you know what i’m talking about.  its possible that after finishing the schedules for this week (i rock!) and writing 4 programs (again, i’m amazing) and doing room assignments and cabinizing PM Care (bet you didn’t even know that was part of my job…guess what? it’s not); after finishing all that i was lurking on facebook and trying to figure out what the life of this girl i once knew (barely, even when i knew her) was really all about – because from the pictures…it looks pretty great.

its pretty clear her husband is a somebody (whatever the hell that means) and it turns out…he TOTALLY is!  in an effort not to sound too pathetic, i’ll keep the details to a minimum and only say that while HE isn’t a celebrity it appears that he 1. gets to spend a lot of time with celebritites and 2. has “been there” for some really important (in my world) stuff (ie the brit/madonna kiss!).

my first reaction – i wish ABN got to hang out with my people (ie celebrities).  but then i realized this would not work for two very important reasons.  1. he would have to travel constantly and as evidenced by the last week we spent apart – i don’t deal well with him being away (its possible my poor silky pillow suffered the most dramatic effects of me missing ABN…as most of the stuffing is now blowing around the floor of my house, getting stuck in corners).  and 2. i would be SO jealous.  i don’t think i could handle ABN being so close to these people who i am, for lack of a better word, completely obsessed with.  i am mean, obsessed to the point that i was literally drooling as stalked this guy who i have never met and the life he apparently lives.  one could argue that if ABN was doing what this guy does, that maybe, possibly, i would have an in and would there for be able to single handedly fix britney (because clearly, all she’s missing from her life…is me!).  but the REALITY of the situation would probably be (its always best to think rationally) that he’d spend a lot of time with these people and then he’d come home and i’d force him to talk about it for hours on end and then we’d never talk about really important stuf – like where to get the best burrito in the mission.

i’m just saying….