What goes around comes all the way back around.

I'm not a huge Justin Timberlake fan. I don't like that he tries to talk like Eminem, dance like Madonna, dress like Puff Daddy, and sing like Prince. I don't like that he's creating a fashion line of jeans which were shown all over US Weekly on Miss-absolutely-no-hips-built-like-a-dude Cameron Diaz, as if that could sell it to us normal folk. And, I don't particularly find him that attractive.

So, there it is. I think if Justin was one of us (just a slob like one of us, just a stranger on the bus, trying to make his way home) he'd have girls walking away from his too tight pants and calling him possibly gay, beat up for trying to talk like he's from the ghetto, and left alone to his dance moves at Chief Ikes.

Urg, those matching denim outfits he and G.I. Brittany come to mind (and we're questioning her mental stability only now?)

But (cover your ears Greg Allman), I do admit I like "What Goes Around." It's a spiteful little number all about karma. What's not to like?

Everything comes full circle. I've come to that point in DC. I now tend to know someone that everyone new I meet knows. The vagrant in me (uh, my favorite song of all times is still "No One to Run With") wants to split the second this starts happening. Honestly, I'm no good at nesting and routine. I don't know what that means for my possible future life (knock on wood) as a wife and mother, but, when I start saying to my friends on the phone, "Things are good. Boring. But, okay." It's the beginning of the end to my love for a city.

Truth is [yawn] I'm a bit bored. Okay, incredibly bored.

Not that I don't adore my friends, my apartment, my life, etc. But, I'm sick of meeting people who know someone I know. Especially since, most recently, I've been meeting people who know someone I pissed off. I'm entirely too good at being candid sometimes. Most of the time, I'm pretty reserved, but I don't play coy when a challenge presents itself. Damn Libra scales.

So the point of this honest little blog entry, being a bit bored and having things come all the way back around often, it makes a girl actually turn to Justin Timberlake. Now, that's what I call sucking.

The Junior League's hosting a Beer and Ballet event at the Washington Ballet tonight. We watch the rehearsal for their new musical, drink beer, and then meet the dancers. Ari and I are going. Should be cool. Tomorrow, I'm planning on fasting when I, no doubt, feel like a fat whale.