What I want to be when I grow up.

A few weeks ago someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up. My immediate response was to be an esthetician, but today, it came to me. I want to be Charlie Sheen when I grow up. (but with out the strippers, prostitutes drugs and alcohol, of course) How fun would it be to be THAT delusional? His accelerated speed to the bottom of this downward spiral that he's on, only makes me think that whatever he's on to make him think he's "winning" might be fun, or not.

I commend CBS for firing his gin soaked derriere, if only they had done it long ago, thus forcing him to miss out of millions of dollars, maybe he would have sobered up enough to become a productive member of society again, or not.

We watched Charlie on Ustream the other night for a few minutes. (Sidebar: If you use your iphone to stream a video, yeah, someone might call you and interupt it, Einstein.) He used the the phrase "it is what it is" which he commented what a dumb phrase that was. Which, I completely agree, and I responded with "Oh crap, he's starting to make sense now."

There are two phrases that my husband hates, "it is what it is" and "tell it like it is." Every time someone uses either of these around him, I cringe, because one day, he might go all Charlie Sheen on them and tell them exactly how dumb it is.

As I see it, there are two options for Charlie, a mental institution (since home rehab is obviously not working, insert surprised expression here) or a early delivery to the local celebrity cemetery. My money is on the latter. Costco has a great "2 for" deal on caskets, btw.

What I really want to be when I grow up is a writer for woot.com product descriptions. Or a writer for a tv show. Picket line, here I come.