I realize that you have been in the industry for longer than I have been alive. And that you have worked with countless people in my position. I have one thing to ask. And I'm not really asking.
Don't tell me how to do my job.The bosses are pleased with the job I have been doing thus far. And sometimes I have to make choices based on the situation at hand that go around the proceedure that I myself have dictated. Deal with it.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Creepy? maybe. Baloney? Likely.
One of the things I like to do when I should be working (other than blogging and chatting with T who seems to be too busy to chat today) is to look up haunted items on ebay. Sometimes I find really cool scary stuff, sometimes it's obvious crap. Like blogging, there are some people, I think who put stuff on ebay just to hear themselves speak. At least, that's why I blog. I have to get this stuff out of my head! and if I can amuse you with it, I've scored big time!
So today I was noticing a lot of jewelry. And much of it is advertised as being haunted because it belonged to a witch. or a gypsy. or better, a gypsy witch from romainia (or somewhere exotic like that). So what I have to wonder is, since I have been a witch for many years, and a psychic all my life. (no, I don't think I have mentioned this before, it's a touchy subject) Are the belongings that I have given away over the years haunted too? They should be if these postings are correct. When I die, will the earrings I wear every day, which I made (that seems to make things even more powerful) going to end up on ebay touting special powers? Because I don't believe that my belongings have anything special to them unless I have charged them that way. My favorite bracelet is not going to bring you luck. My stuffed animals will not talk to you.
Yes, I believe that there are some items that have otherworldly inhabitants. I believe that dolls are often haunted because they resemble humans and would be easy to attach to based on a familliar shape. I also believe that energy attaches itself to objects, often jewelry, leaving an inprint. And much can be learned from these objects by someone who is sensitive enough to read the imprints. But the same could be said for a hairbrush. Using my hairbrush will not make your hair grow long, blonde, or curly. Please don't borrow my hairbrush, I don't want critters.
I guess the place where my rant lies is that people play the unknown and exotic card to make money and it makes me angry. I feel like they are preying on the ignorance of others. Yes. People are gullible. and there are many who would assume that my religeous nature makes me evil, and therefore anything I own would carry that evil imprint. Or, because of the magical nature of my life, that anything I touch, make, or own would be magical too. I think I could sell a lot of my jewelry by advertising that way. But I think it's wrong. Really, I'm just a human being. a sensitive one. one that has chosen a path of faith that is different from the mainstream. And I group my witchy bretheren in the same group with me. I cannot stop those people from trying to make a buck. but it sure doesn't help to educate the public that we are just regular folk too.
So today I was noticing a lot of jewelry. And much of it is advertised as being haunted because it belonged to a witch. or a gypsy. or better, a gypsy witch from romainia (or somewhere exotic like that). So what I have to wonder is, since I have been a witch for many years, and a psychic all my life. (no, I don't think I have mentioned this before, it's a touchy subject) Are the belongings that I have given away over the years haunted too? They should be if these postings are correct. When I die, will the earrings I wear every day, which I made (that seems to make things even more powerful) going to end up on ebay touting special powers? Because I don't believe that my belongings have anything special to them unless I have charged them that way. My favorite bracelet is not going to bring you luck. My stuffed animals will not talk to you.
Yes, I believe that there are some items that have otherworldly inhabitants. I believe that dolls are often haunted because they resemble humans and would be easy to attach to based on a familliar shape. I also believe that energy attaches itself to objects, often jewelry, leaving an inprint. And much can be learned from these objects by someone who is sensitive enough to read the imprints. But the same could be said for a hairbrush. Using my hairbrush will not make your hair grow long, blonde, or curly. Please don't borrow my hairbrush, I don't want critters.
I guess the place where my rant lies is that people play the unknown and exotic card to make money and it makes me angry. I feel like they are preying on the ignorance of others. Yes. People are gullible. and there are many who would assume that my religeous nature makes me evil, and therefore anything I own would carry that evil imprint. Or, because of the magical nature of my life, that anything I touch, make, or own would be magical too. I think I could sell a lot of my jewelry by advertising that way. But I think it's wrong. Really, I'm just a human being. a sensitive one. one that has chosen a path of faith that is different from the mainstream. And I group my witchy bretheren in the same group with me. I cannot stop those people from trying to make a buck. but it sure doesn't help to educate the public that we are just regular folk too.
Hey! I like that answer!
So on some morning talk show they were interviewing the guy who was beaten by New Orleans police. He was, I don't know, 78 or something. But i popped by just in time to hear them ask the following:
"Do you think this beating was racially motivated?"
and ya know what he said?
"I absolutely do not think it was racially motivated."
and the angels sang. and Gina said, "Hallelujah!" and I thought for a moment, as apeaceful feeling came over me, that perhaps there is hope for this country after all. Perhaps we'll get over ourselves long enough to take responsibility for our actions instead of insisting that we are only punished based on the color of our skin.
Here's a questions for you, do Albino people cry discrimination because there aren't any indoor water parks in the US? Do they hold protestations because they truly are white, while the rest of the world calls pink people white?
I'm going to go picket the NAACP because I, as a yellow individual, do not have any representation. Why aren't they sticking up for the rights of yellows? Yellow is a color. I'm going to complain to the government because they force me to choose a "race" when I truly believe that I am "other". I'll sue Sea World because when I filled out my employment information, and they asked my ethnicity (for survey purposes, of course) they didn't allow me to mark all that applied.
Have you had enough of the rediculousness? I have. www.zazzafooky.com has a great post about racism today.
"Do you think this beating was racially motivated?"
and ya know what he said?
"I absolutely do not think it was racially motivated."
and the angels sang. and Gina said, "Hallelujah!" and I thought for a moment, as apeaceful feeling came over me, that perhaps there is hope for this country after all. Perhaps we'll get over ourselves long enough to take responsibility for our actions instead of insisting that we are only punished based on the color of our skin.
Here's a questions for you, do Albino people cry discrimination because there aren't any indoor water parks in the US? Do they hold protestations because they truly are white, while the rest of the world calls pink people white?
I'm going to go picket the NAACP because I, as a yellow individual, do not have any representation. Why aren't they sticking up for the rights of yellows? Yellow is a color. I'm going to complain to the government because they force me to choose a "race" when I truly believe that I am "other". I'll sue Sea World because when I filled out my employment information, and they asked my ethnicity (for survey purposes, of course) they didn't allow me to mark all that applied.
Have you had enough of the rediculousness? I have. www.zazzafooky.com has a great post about racism today.
Learn to drive!
So I go to make a left from a side street onto a busy street to get to work today. Although I was making a left, I pulled to the right side of the street because it's a narrow road and I wanted to leave room for incomming cars. Plus, the curb to my left and the curb to my right don't line up, so it's a challenge to see up the street on the right.
So this woman decided she wants to make a left too. (yes, I was using my blinker) She pulled up next to me on my left. WTF?? She effectivly blocked my veiw, and the street. When the coast was clear, I pulled out before she could. I figured that if she hit me, it was her fault. Cow.
So this woman decided she wants to make a left too. (yes, I was using my blinker) She pulled up next to me on my left. WTF?? She effectivly blocked my veiw, and the street. When the coast was clear, I pulled out before she could. I figured that if she hit me, it was her fault. Cow.
Monday, October 10, 2005
The name game
I was reading Cate's blog (Snozzberries on the sidebar)and she was discussing names. In her comments, I mentioned a story about how when I was a Freshman in high school, one of my classmates went through my yearbook and put a "va" in front of my name wherever she found it. I was not and still am not amused by this, although she didn't understand why I was so pissed.
Here is something I did find funny. ginamonster. va-ginamonster. HAHAHAHAHA!
sounds like something you would keep as a pet! a coochie pet! I can hear the conversation now:
apartment manager: yes, we accept some pets, what kind do you have?
Me: I have a bird, two turtles, and a bunny, oh! and a vaginamonster. But he doesn't come out much...
Maybe it's a new way to say you've got crabs! Um doctor? I seem to be itching a lot down there. I think I have vaginamonsters.
it took me 10 years to come up with that bit of amusement.
Here is something I did find funny. ginamonster. va-ginamonster. HAHAHAHAHA!
sounds like something you would keep as a pet! a coochie pet! I can hear the conversation now:
apartment manager: yes, we accept some pets, what kind do you have?
Me: I have a bird, two turtles, and a bunny, oh! and a vaginamonster. But he doesn't come out much...
Maybe it's a new way to say you've got crabs! Um doctor? I seem to be itching a lot down there. I think I have vaginamonsters.
it took me 10 years to come up with that bit of amusement.
Truck Rant
In my neighborhood, there are a lot of trucks. not reasonably sized pick up trucks, but the big ones that are more accurately placed in front of a trailer on a ranch. Many of these are kept spotlessly clean and will never haul a speck of dirt, will never visit the dump, will never pull a trailer. They are, in essence, gas guzzling status symbols.
I purchased my car with the intention of hauling stuff around, (which I did and do)and playing a bit off the beaten path. It's a all wheel drive small SUV. At the time that I purchased it, and for 4 years after, I was lugging around my massage table. It was the perfect car for me. My little jalopy still serves me very well. However, if I had not been massaging, I would have chosen something smaller, because as a single person without children, I don't feel that I would need more than a 2 door (slightly sporty car. a new bug would be glorious), or small pick up truck (you know, because I like to haul stuff. This can be bad though, there are plastic chairs in my cargo hold that have been there for a month).
So here is my issue. Last night I was driving home on a two lane highway. As I hit the home stretch, in the "fast lane" driving about 75 mph, I saw a vehical coming up behind me. There was a car on my immediet right, so I could either speed up, faster than I care to go when I have a high rollover point and I am on a bridge (people fly off that bridge too often) or I can slow down...oops! car is right behind me. actually, it's a truck, all I can see is headlights in my rearview. Now, my car is high enough that if a 'vette pulls up too close behind me in the dark, it is below my line of site, so you can imagine how large these trucks are if all I can see is headlights. and it is so close that if I slowed down, even a fraction, they'll hit me.
It seems to me that when I come up behind a slower car on the highway, and there is nowhere for him to go to get out of my way, I reduce my speed until it is safe to pass (or just accept that I shouldn't be speeding after all). apparently this is not correct driving because this truck seemed to think that he could intimidate me into going faster. and then he was going to cut off the guy next to me to get around me. I'm finding that these ginormous vehicals think they can intimidate other drivers all the time and I am tired of it. Tailgating doesn't get you anywhere but dead in my world. matter, as a rule, cannot occupy the same place at the same time. it's all about physics. He rode my ass for a good mile. bumper to bumper.
I moved over when it was safe and off the truck went, followed by the large truck tailgating him. Funny, when I reached the light at the end of the offramp, they were both waiting at the same red light I hit.
assholes.
I purchased my car with the intention of hauling stuff around, (which I did and do)and playing a bit off the beaten path. It's a all wheel drive small SUV. At the time that I purchased it, and for 4 years after, I was lugging around my massage table. It was the perfect car for me. My little jalopy still serves me very well. However, if I had not been massaging, I would have chosen something smaller, because as a single person without children, I don't feel that I would need more than a 2 door (slightly sporty car. a new bug would be glorious), or small pick up truck (you know, because I like to haul stuff. This can be bad though, there are plastic chairs in my cargo hold that have been there for a month).
So here is my issue. Last night I was driving home on a two lane highway. As I hit the home stretch, in the "fast lane" driving about 75 mph, I saw a vehical coming up behind me. There was a car on my immediet right, so I could either speed up, faster than I care to go when I have a high rollover point and I am on a bridge (people fly off that bridge too often) or I can slow down...oops! car is right behind me. actually, it's a truck, all I can see is headlights in my rearview. Now, my car is high enough that if a 'vette pulls up too close behind me in the dark, it is below my line of site, so you can imagine how large these trucks are if all I can see is headlights. and it is so close that if I slowed down, even a fraction, they'll hit me.
It seems to me that when I come up behind a slower car on the highway, and there is nowhere for him to go to get out of my way, I reduce my speed until it is safe to pass (or just accept that I shouldn't be speeding after all). apparently this is not correct driving because this truck seemed to think that he could intimidate me into going faster. and then he was going to cut off the guy next to me to get around me. I'm finding that these ginormous vehicals think they can intimidate other drivers all the time and I am tired of it. Tailgating doesn't get you anywhere but dead in my world. matter, as a rule, cannot occupy the same place at the same time. it's all about physics. He rode my ass for a good mile. bumper to bumper.
I moved over when it was safe and off the truck went, followed by the large truck tailgating him. Funny, when I reached the light at the end of the offramp, they were both waiting at the same red light I hit.
assholes.
Good weekend
I had a good weekend.
Went to my cousin's wedding, reconnected with some family, got a Daddy update, I am supposed to pray for him to get better, but I can't seem to pray empty prayers for someone I've lost hope for. I know there is still a glimmer in there, and that I should nurture it. but I can't seem to do it. is it bad that I would rather someone else pray for my father? is it bad that I can't bring myself to hope for him to get healthy anymore? I want him to, I really do. but I feel like I would be lying to god and myself by forcing prayers that don't come from my heart. I hate knowing that I've given up on him. At least I know he's alive.
Went to my cousin's wedding, reconnected with some family, got a Daddy update, I am supposed to pray for him to get better, but I can't seem to pray empty prayers for someone I've lost hope for. I know there is still a glimmer in there, and that I should nurture it. but I can't seem to do it. is it bad that I would rather someone else pray for my father? is it bad that I can't bring myself to hope for him to get healthy anymore? I want him to, I really do. but I feel like I would be lying to god and myself by forcing prayers that don't come from my heart. I hate knowing that I've given up on him. At least I know he's alive.
Friday, October 07, 2005
Status Change
I have declared Landscape Guy my Gay Boyfriend, mostly because he winked at me and I swooned despite the fact that he is unattainable.
Damn!
T went home sick! there goes my favorite distraction!
Now all I have to look forward to today is the updates to other people's blogs. so, um, guys, if you don't mind...
Now all I have to look forward to today is the updates to other people's blogs. so, um, guys, if you don't mind...
Enlightening Evening
I spent last evening with my Girl Roomie and GRBF. I talked to ber about the living alone thing, and she was cool with it. She has thinking she wanted to move back closer to her work. So that was all good and I felt relieved and like I was a grown up for a few minutes. Then we had a couple of drinks and acted silly.
During dinner GRBF brought something up that had apparently been bothering him. (This is going to get personal and slightly graphic. beware)
A bit of background, one of the reasons I was so unhappy with the ex with whom he and I are both friends, was because so often, if I would approach him for sex (which I think should happen often in a healthy relationship) He would be too tired, or, he would tell me he had already taken care of himself that day. This man explained to me that men, in order to think clearly, need to clear more than just thier minds just to function. Being a bit naieve about these things, I believed him. But it still made me rather insecure after awhile because it seemed like the only time we had sex was when it was conveinent for him. and when he was feeling frisky, there was no saying "no", he'd pester me until I woke up and gave in. I, on the other hand, when refused, would roll over and cry myself to sleep. To compensate for how awful I knew it felt to be refused all the time, I would allow him to "do his thing" feeling miserable, trapped, and often crying afterward. but I wouldn't say no, (not that it would have done any good) no matter how not in the mood I was. This was worse towards the end of our relationship. He was never violent. and yes, I know I am too nice.
Fast forward five years, I am long out of the unhappy relationship, have a bit more experience, and ex's best friend has become GRBF. Somehow we start talking about local adult bookstores. And he tells me that he lost count of how many times he went to these places with my ex. That it was a planned part of his errand day to stop there, use the booth, and continue on his way. GRBF would stay in the store part wander around looking at the rediculous toys and laughing, and then they would leave.
I knew my ex had a liking for porn. I would often find tapes hidden under the couch (followed by "I already took care of myself today") The guys at the video store knew him well (which is how we ended up with a copy of "Orgazmo" the only thing close to porn I care to watch) which was embarassing for me when we would go there for a regular movie, but not that big of a deal. But I had no idea he was spending time in adult bookstores. Not like that.
Over the years we were together, I developed a great insecurity about approaching my partners for sex. I will rarely initiate it for fear of rejection. I know that rejection is one of the fears I need to face, but it is difficult when it is such a deeply personal situation. I have learned from my conversations with T how convoluted my relationship with the other ex really was.
This is a man who swears he would ever cheat on his woman. But I have to think that when you are replacing a warm willing human with masterbation and porn, that there is something wrong with that. I would understand better if I was frigid, but I'm not. I told GRBF that, how he would refuse me all the time. He was surprised. Had no idea that my ex was shuning a willing partner for the booths. I have also come to understand that men don't have to have that release every day. Or, at the very least, they can think without sex. If you cannot, you have a problem.
Hearing this story last night really helped me to understand that the issue then was not with me. That there is something wrong with him, and that I did the best that I could with what I had. Although he never had contact with another woman, he still chose porn over me, and that, I think is a problem. It's over now, but I still have a lot of healing. Perhaps last night's conversation will help me along my way.
I don't have a problem with pornography. Except when it replaces human contact. For most people it is recreation, even a source of amusement. I understand now that for my ex, it was an addiction. And like drugs addiction, it affected the people (person?) he loved the most. He didn't lose me because of it (although it made a contribution) but I have to wonder if it affects him still? I won't ask, of course, I need to wander off and heal myself now.
During dinner GRBF brought something up that had apparently been bothering him. (This is going to get personal and slightly graphic. beware)
A bit of background, one of the reasons I was so unhappy with the ex with whom he and I are both friends, was because so often, if I would approach him for sex (which I think should happen often in a healthy relationship) He would be too tired, or, he would tell me he had already taken care of himself that day. This man explained to me that men, in order to think clearly, need to clear more than just thier minds just to function. Being a bit naieve about these things, I believed him. But it still made me rather insecure after awhile because it seemed like the only time we had sex was when it was conveinent for him. and when he was feeling frisky, there was no saying "no", he'd pester me until I woke up and gave in. I, on the other hand, when refused, would roll over and cry myself to sleep. To compensate for how awful I knew it felt to be refused all the time, I would allow him to "do his thing" feeling miserable, trapped, and often crying afterward. but I wouldn't say no, (not that it would have done any good) no matter how not in the mood I was. This was worse towards the end of our relationship. He was never violent. and yes, I know I am too nice.
Fast forward five years, I am long out of the unhappy relationship, have a bit more experience, and ex's best friend has become GRBF. Somehow we start talking about local adult bookstores. And he tells me that he lost count of how many times he went to these places with my ex. That it was a planned part of his errand day to stop there, use the booth, and continue on his way. GRBF would stay in the store part wander around looking at the rediculous toys and laughing, and then they would leave.
I knew my ex had a liking for porn. I would often find tapes hidden under the couch (followed by "I already took care of myself today") The guys at the video store knew him well (which is how we ended up with a copy of "Orgazmo" the only thing close to porn I care to watch) which was embarassing for me when we would go there for a regular movie, but not that big of a deal. But I had no idea he was spending time in adult bookstores. Not like that.
Over the years we were together, I developed a great insecurity about approaching my partners for sex. I will rarely initiate it for fear of rejection. I know that rejection is one of the fears I need to face, but it is difficult when it is such a deeply personal situation. I have learned from my conversations with T how convoluted my relationship with the other ex really was.
This is a man who swears he would ever cheat on his woman. But I have to think that when you are replacing a warm willing human with masterbation and porn, that there is something wrong with that. I would understand better if I was frigid, but I'm not. I told GRBF that, how he would refuse me all the time. He was surprised. Had no idea that my ex was shuning a willing partner for the booths. I have also come to understand that men don't have to have that release every day. Or, at the very least, they can think without sex. If you cannot, you have a problem.
Hearing this story last night really helped me to understand that the issue then was not with me. That there is something wrong with him, and that I did the best that I could with what I had. Although he never had contact with another woman, he still chose porn over me, and that, I think is a problem. It's over now, but I still have a lot of healing. Perhaps last night's conversation will help me along my way.
I don't have a problem with pornography. Except when it replaces human contact. For most people it is recreation, even a source of amusement. I understand now that for my ex, it was an addiction. And like drugs addiction, it affected the people (person?) he loved the most. He didn't lose me because of it (although it made a contribution) but I have to wonder if it affects him still? I won't ask, of course, I need to wander off and heal myself now.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Planning for the future
If my friend Dave is ever independantly wealthy, he has agreed to be my sugar daddy. whew. I'm glad I got in early on that one!
Dear Larry,
I hope that you can read this, wherever you are. It's important stuff for you to know.
When I heard the news yesterday that you had left, I was shocked. You had so many reasons to stay. The biggest of which is your new daughter who was born in June, who I have not met yet. I realize that you didn't have a choice. And that you would have stayed if you could. I can't help but feel as though you chose a good time to go, when your lovely wife, my dear friend, was away visiting her mother.
You were such a wonderful husband to my friend, and I will always thank you for it. She needed a good man to love her. I could always see it in your eyes how much you truly did. I remember how you smiled at her on your wedding day and how happy we all were for the both of you.
I wish you could have stayed. I will miss your friendship and your sense of humor. I will miss your conversation and your company. I'm glad I got to know you. since your wife has decided to move back to her home town, I want you to know that I will happily be there to dry her tears. I can't wait to hold your baby and tell her how much her father loved her mother. How romantic your relationship was and how we all knew you would be together forever. I will tell her how her mother always called you LarryLove, and although we teased her about it then, it seems so romantic and sweet now.
Apparently, forever was shorter than any of us ever believed.
29 is so young to die. So young to become a widow. I had forgotten until I was writing this that you two were born on the same day, in the same hospital, 20 minutes apart. I always thought that was so very cool. In my mind, you met when you were both working at that same hospital. I relly can't remember if it is true.
Goodbye my dear friend. I hope they let you Box in the afterlife. I'm sorry I took it for granted that you would always be there. It's a habit I have. I don't know what else to say.
With love and tears,
Gina
When I heard the news yesterday that you had left, I was shocked. You had so many reasons to stay. The biggest of which is your new daughter who was born in June, who I have not met yet. I realize that you didn't have a choice. And that you would have stayed if you could. I can't help but feel as though you chose a good time to go, when your lovely wife, my dear friend, was away visiting her mother.
You were such a wonderful husband to my friend, and I will always thank you for it. She needed a good man to love her. I could always see it in your eyes how much you truly did. I remember how you smiled at her on your wedding day and how happy we all were for the both of you.
I wish you could have stayed. I will miss your friendship and your sense of humor. I will miss your conversation and your company. I'm glad I got to know you. since your wife has decided to move back to her home town, I want you to know that I will happily be there to dry her tears. I can't wait to hold your baby and tell her how much her father loved her mother. How romantic your relationship was and how we all knew you would be together forever. I will tell her how her mother always called you LarryLove, and although we teased her about it then, it seems so romantic and sweet now.
Apparently, forever was shorter than any of us ever believed.
29 is so young to die. So young to become a widow. I had forgotten until I was writing this that you two were born on the same day, in the same hospital, 20 minutes apart. I always thought that was so very cool. In my mind, you met when you were both working at that same hospital. I relly can't remember if it is true.
Goodbye my dear friend. I hope they let you Box in the afterlife. I'm sorry I took it for granted that you would always be there. It's a habit I have. I don't know what else to say.
With love and tears,
Gina
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Dear Housekeeping Ladies,
I'm glad you want our bathroom to smell nice. But you should know that mixing the baby powder scent you are favoring lately, with the citrus scent that comes out of the auto stinker, makes the restroom smell a lot like cat pee.
Just thought you should know.
Just thought you should know.
The funniest thing I said to my boss today
and it just popped out.
"what? No! Don't fart on me. No I won't pull your finger"
This just a little while after he described a noise as sounding like someone was choking a chicken. and he meant it literally.
Monkey business. that's what I do.
"what? No! Don't fart on me. No I won't pull your finger"
This just a little while after he described a noise as sounding like someone was choking a chicken. and he meant it literally.
Monkey business. that's what I do.
Someone found me
by searching Latex Socks. I'm pretty sure I talked about them at some point, but what amazes me is that someone else thought of it too. My feet feel sweaty just thinking about it. eew.
In the meantime, on a more serious note, I read this article in the opinion section:
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,171249,00.html
and I had to say, AMEN. I feel the same way.
In the meantime, on a more serious note, I read this article in the opinion section:
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,171249,00.html
and I had to say, AMEN. I feel the same way.
Update
I was preapproved for a loan yesterday. It's enough to buy a very nice house....15 years ago. not enough to buy even a condo conversion today. It's apartment for me! (and me alone, I have decided)
The big boss picked his nose in the middle of our meeting today. We were all looking at him when he did it because he was speaking. I was shocked.
Shining moment for the day:
When a Coworker told me that I was a female GQ, and that I look great today. This is a shining moment because I don't tend to worry as much about fashion as my contemporaries, being a jeans and t shirt kind of girl, and having been fashionably backward for most of my life.
Note to roomates:
Please do eat all the pumpkin bread I made. I make it for fun, I don't plan to eat much of it. Please do not leave the empty crumb covered plate in the microwave. (This is my bitch for the day)
I guess that's all today. I had a very dirty thought last night that I was going to share, but it occurred to me that I am better off keeping somethings to myself. Well, I think it's dirty. Other people might not. oh well.
The big boss picked his nose in the middle of our meeting today. We were all looking at him when he did it because he was speaking. I was shocked.
Shining moment for the day:
When a Coworker told me that I was a female GQ, and that I look great today. This is a shining moment because I don't tend to worry as much about fashion as my contemporaries, being a jeans and t shirt kind of girl, and having been fashionably backward for most of my life.
Note to roomates:
Please do eat all the pumpkin bread I made. I make it for fun, I don't plan to eat much of it. Please do not leave the empty crumb covered plate in the microwave. (This is my bitch for the day)
I guess that's all today. I had a very dirty thought last night that I was going to share, but it occurred to me that I am better off keeping somethings to myself. Well, I think it's dirty. Other people might not. oh well.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Train wreck today
the static electricity due to Santa Ana winds means that my skirt is clinging to my butt today. Putting lotion on my nylons helped.(that's my Martha tip for today).
I popped a fingernail off and glued my fingers together putting it back on.
I been trippin all day.
At least we're all having a good laugh.
I popped a fingernail off and glued my fingers together putting it back on.
I been trippin all day.
At least we're all having a good laugh.
Dear Crackhead behind me,
yes, you. I would like to start out by telling you, (in case you didn't know) that just because you can afford the biggest truck on Ford's lot, doesn't mean that you should. Also, being behind the wheel of a nice vehical does not make you look any lees like a crack head. Secondly, we're in a gas crisis, which means huge cars are out of style. Thirdly, following so close behind me that all I can see is the grille of your F2,000,000 in my reveiw mirror (I wish I was exaggerating on this one)as we make our way down the windy mountain will not get you down the hill any faster. in fact, if I have to make a sudden stop (and this is pretty frequent due to traffic) the back of my hed is going to be shaped like your oversized grille. and since that will mess up all my future hairdos, I would prefer you backed off. Or I may have to get bitchy. you won't like me if I'm bitchy.
Monday, October 03, 2005
Downer
The search for affordable housing is not going well. At least not for buying. But I did get info on a rather nice looking apartment that I can barely afford, but I think I can, without roomates.
I have decided that I don't think I particularly like Girl Roomie's boyfriend, he gets on my nerves. and he's there all the time, whether we are there or not. That makes me cranky. I really think it's a personality issue. he doens't do anything wrong, just rubs me the wrong way, which he can't really be faulted for. He brings up my ex too frequently, which is a good way to piss me off. It's not that I don't like my ex, although I would never date him again, it's that people ask me about him ALL THE TIME. There are people who ask me about him before they ask me about me. This includes my family. I know that GRBF doesn't know what else to talk to me about but the past and a mutual friend, but, like I was telling T, I'm trying to leave the past as is, and I don't want to hear about it all the time.
Went to my Nephew's birthday party last night. Got to spend time with my "other parents" which was nice. My cousin's brother in law latched onto me pretty quickly. I'm still not interested.(he latched on at my cousin's wedding too) Actually, my other mother wouldn't leave my side until he left because he was being creepy. I need to make a t shirt. "No, I don't want to be a new mom for your kid(s)" or tattoo it on my forehead. And will someone please make a general anouncement to all men? lines like "Hey, is it hot in here or is it you/her" don't make anyone swoon. not anyone with a brain anyway. well, most specifically, me.
I have decided that I don't think I particularly like Girl Roomie's boyfriend, he gets on my nerves. and he's there all the time, whether we are there or not. That makes me cranky. I really think it's a personality issue. he doens't do anything wrong, just rubs me the wrong way, which he can't really be faulted for. He brings up my ex too frequently, which is a good way to piss me off. It's not that I don't like my ex, although I would never date him again, it's that people ask me about him ALL THE TIME. There are people who ask me about him before they ask me about me. This includes my family. I know that GRBF doesn't know what else to talk to me about but the past and a mutual friend, but, like I was telling T, I'm trying to leave the past as is, and I don't want to hear about it all the time.
Went to my Nephew's birthday party last night. Got to spend time with my "other parents" which was nice. My cousin's brother in law latched onto me pretty quickly. I'm still not interested.(he latched on at my cousin's wedding too) Actually, my other mother wouldn't leave my side until he left because he was being creepy. I need to make a t shirt. "No, I don't want to be a new mom for your kid(s)" or tattoo it on my forehead. And will someone please make a general anouncement to all men? lines like "Hey, is it hot in here or is it you/her" don't make anyone swoon. not anyone with a brain anyway. well, most specifically, me.
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