Random thoughts.

Watched a cheesy episode of Star Trek. Episode where Troi meets her pre-arranged husband. Missing my boy. *sigh* We both keep dancing around the subject of marriage. I want to go ahead and get engaged, but I don't want to tell him that explicitly because I don't want him to feel pressured, and I already know how he feels about it. He doesn't want to get engaged yet because he thinks my grandmother will start pressuring us even more to get married. Sometimes I just want to run off to Vegas for a weekend and not worry about it anymore.

Erik got me thinking again about a career in showbiz. I love acting and performing and singing, but the fact of the matter is I'll never be a size 6, and even a size 10 would take a lot of effort at this point. And as shallow as Hollywood is and as dependent on image, weight is a factor. And I don't want to be the next Rosie O'Donnell.