A brief one, at the request of the masses

So, I am addicted to shopping. It is official. Not the common clothes-shopping addiction, though. I am addicted to grocery shopping. I wittle away at my bank account by visiting the UFO (Union Food Outlet) nearly 3 times a week. McVitie's Digestive Biscuits (Cookies), in particular, are my poison of choice. Of course, there's always room in my cart or my arms for some pretzels, an extra pint of juice or on the rare occasion, a piece of fruit. But let me tell you, I'm gonna have issues with the grocery bill -- of all things -- when I "grow up" because it's just so easy to go buy something here, another thing there, and let your finances slowly drain to nothing because you just had to have that third variety of muesli cereal.

Otherwise, I watched Top Hat for my Hollywood Musicals class yesterday. Fred Astaire is adorable. He and Donald O'Connor (Cosmo from Singin' in the Rain) are for sure my teen idols of choice for the 1940s and '50s, respectively. So, that being said, let's take an inventory of the kind of men that I like: Alan Cumming (first and foremost), Steve Buscemi, Rhys Ifans, John C. Reilly, Donald O'Connor and Fred Astaire (also Adam Garcia from Coyote Ugly, but he's most certainly an anomaly). And I still can't get a man? I like freaks, here, throw me a bone! I've been making this arsenal of men that I'm interested in as of late because a certain fella was asking me last Friday night a series of men and asking if I was into them. He went high and low, going through Tom Cruise, Robbie Williams, Liam Gallagher, Leonardo Dicaprio, all the old standbys, and not a man in the group was to my liking. Sure, I had phases -- me and the rest of the world -- when I liked these guys for one reason or another, but today they can go on their merry ways. (The one exception was Jude Law because, really, how can you not adore him? But he came up late in the conversation after I'd shot down all the other contenders.)

My point? My tastes have evolved, perhaps because I've realized that I can't ever have any of these lookers, but I'm still batting a consistent .000. What gives?

A final point to this not-so-brief (whoops) blog: I'm developing an alter-ego named Lola. I will use her in the "real world" either to seem exotic or to fend off dirty old men (as was the case on Saturday). So here's the question: What should Lola be like? If she's a proper alter-ego, not me. Discuss amongst yourselves...