I just want my pants back...

Okay, so a few months back the book club (well, I half-ass joined my friends book club) decided to read a book called "I just want my pants back" by David Rosen. Let me just say, I am hooked! Although I didn't read it when the book club did, their discussion of the book made me want to read it all that much more. So here I am, NOW, reading "I just want my pants back."

Here's a lil bit about the book:
"Jason Strider, the slacker-hero of former ad-man and MTV series creator Rosen's screwball debut novel, is a recent Cornell grad more interested in marijuana, booze and quick lays than his boring job or romantic relationships. The carnal drought he's been experiencing is mercifully ended early in the book with a bout of athletic sex involving his refrigerator and a bar pickup named Jane, who departs after a second hook-up wearing his favorite pair of Dickies. His quest, then, to retrieve the pants occupies the bulk of the book. Along the way, Jason gets assists in the process of personal growth from his ailing next-door neighbor, Patty, and old Cornell buds Eric and Stacey, who ask Jason to perform their wedding ceremony. By the end of the tale, Jason has begun to mature and comes back into contact with his beloved pants in an unexpected yet appropriate fashion. Rosen deftly keeps the exploits of a shallow hero moving along-and more impressively, makes readers care what happens to his caddish narrator."

So needless to say, I currently have experienced my own lil "I just want my pants back" moment, only I title it, "I just want my earring back." Are you laughing yet? I kinda am, but my ventures to get the earrings back were a bit easier than Jason's mission to get his pants back. You see, D.B. and I are over, duh, but I left some earrings at his place. I know, it's stupid and I should've just said adios to the earrings, but really, why should I? I mean, those were my earrings and he's the DB, so...When shit was going down and he was laying it out there last Sunday that we weren't gonna work in the future, well, I threw it out there that I wanted to get my earrings and he was totally cool w/ it. So needless to say I was in Hollywood for a show Wednesday night & I told him I wanted to come by and get my earrings. I even made it easy for him, I told him he could just throw them in an envelope and leave them on the front porch. I just figured that since he was the one who called it off, well, he probably wouldn't want to see me. I mean, I'm still bummed and hurting from being rejected, so kinda the last thing I want is to sit in front of the man who doesn't see me in his future. So of course, when I get to his place he's home, and he's up, and he's chit chatting the crap out of me. Honestly, as soon as he handed me the earrings I was already half way through planning my escape. I just wanted to run out of the front door and not look back. I just wanted to say, "Thanks for stopping by San Diego" and leave. I don't know, I'm just having an issue w/ D.B. and it may seem silly to outsiders, but it's hit my core. I am really feeling rejected and no good. This has brought up way too many dead burned out feelings from the past. I mean, to D.B. I am no good. Ugh, I don't even want to go here right now, so...With all of that said, I got my earrings back and I got a somewhat invite to go snowboarding on Saturday. Uh, ya right! He's gonna flake and not call me and all of that jazz. Again, here he is trying to be the nice guy and look like the good guy, when really, he doesn't give a shit and he's not gonna really try to have a friendship w/ me.

So in my daily travels through the pages of "I just want my pants back", well, I smile and I laugh and I dive deep into the story cause I too had my own lil "I just want my earrings back" moment. I can relate to Jason and how much he just wants his favorite Dickies back...It's gotten to the point where he doesn't give a shit about Jane (the girl who borrowed the pants), but that he just wants his pants!!! Thank God I got my earrings back before days, weeks, and months had passed...

Now go check out "I just want my pants back" by David Rosen.