So, I managed to compile my life asa soundtrack, and it's odd. Maybe I'll do it scene by scene... That would be terrifying.
Opening credits: Everclear-So Much for the Afterglow
Waking up: Bright Eyes-Sunrise, Sunset
Average day: Stevie Wonder-Living for the City
First date: Cure-Just like heaven
Falling in love: Lou Reed-Perfect day
Love scene: 0seven-Do you Believe
NC-17 scene: Hawkley Worksman-Striptease
Fight scene: Dialated People-This Way
Breaking up: Sixth Year Senior-Remember Sleep
Getting back together: Dire Straits-Romeo and Juliet
Life's okay: Fiona Apple-Extraordinary Machine
Mental breakdown: Lou Reed-Bottoming out
Driving: Queen-Don't stop me now
Deep thought: Talking Heads-Once in a lifetime
Partying: BranVan 3000- Loaded
Happy dance: The Cars-My Best Friend's Girl
Regretting: Arcade Fire-Crown of Love
Death scene: Van Morrison-Into the Mystic
Closing credits: Junior M.A.F.I.A.-Playa's Anthem
To Merrimac for New Year's Tomorrow. How time Flies By.
30 December 2006
02 December 2006
A series of unpopular opinions.
1. If you are old enough to drink you are old enough to a) have a full time job and b) have a license or access to reliable mass transportation. You should also understand acceptable boundaries and your repetoire of pop culture knowledge should extend beyond cartoons.
2. Anime is not interesting. Even worse are American anime style shows.
3. Grunge rock/ whine metal suck. Nickleback and company should die.
4. One should not become emotionally, romantically, spatially and/or above all FINANCIALLY involved with a person who has a habit of tossing people off the second a better, more convenient offer comes along.
5. WTF is a Research Animal Housing Upkeep Specialist. Is that a janitor and cage cleaner? What kind of self important bullshit is that. Plain english is the way to go.
6. The codone drugs are beastly and I have the dry cracked skin on my nose to prove it. I hate and love them all at the same time.
2. Anime is not interesting. Even worse are American anime style shows.
3. Grunge rock/ whine metal suck. Nickleback and company should die.
4. One should not become emotionally, romantically, spatially and/or above all FINANCIALLY involved with a person who has a habit of tossing people off the second a better, more convenient offer comes along.
5. WTF is a Research Animal Housing Upkeep Specialist. Is that a janitor and cage cleaner? What kind of self important bullshit is that. Plain english is the way to go.
6. The codone drugs are beastly and I have the dry cracked skin on my nose to prove it. I hate and love them all at the same time.
30 November 2006
The cup tastes as sweet as the punch.
The relevant before the ranting:
I had surgery again on Monday. It was wonderful. I regained full consciousness before they pumped me full of pain meds, and having refused the OC before surgery because I didn't want my nose to be itchy, all the connecty monitor shit that I was still attached gave me a minor anxiety attack--During which I ripped of my oxygen mask, pulse monitor and blood pressure cuff. I was pulling on the IV cord when the nurse came in. I don't like having shit over my face.
Stewart stayed home with me Tuesday, but that gave me most of yesterday and today to sit and mull and be completely unproductive and occasionally artsy.
On the artsy side, I started a new set of stencils for xmas gifts.
On the mulling side, I began to resent not being able to just talk to a series of people who I (still) worry about, even though it's fruitless and just going to drive me nuts. It's a short list of very important people. And most of them are untalkable for stupid reasons, or at least stupid reasons by way of blood.
But moving on... Living in sin is great. I like being with Stewart and living with him is nothing short of easy and comfortable and enjoyable. I haven't had to sleep on the couch yet, although I have threatened to send him after a couple Chinese food nights. My favorite thing about Stewart is that I never have to worry about him. Open and honest is the way to go. I do worry about the other broads... But I can always just punch them.
My highschool reunion was last Saturday. I saw a few people I cared too and a few I was indifferent about. There were a couple really awkward moments involving hugs with people who may as well be complete strangers, but Walsh showed and there was an open bar.
A note on the concept of open bar: NOT a good idea at places where awkward is the anticipated social climate. I drank too much, didn't hit me until about 15 minutes after lying down and then hurling commenced. Like a volcano of ramen and Banana pine needles. And I hurled on the sheets, and Stewart changed them. My mom said it must be love, because she just left my dad on the lawn when he was that bad. Stewart said he was too late, because I was already upstairs and it was a cold night.
And something I need to say out loud and out of context: how can someone disrespect themself enough be with something like that?
amen. good night.
I had surgery again on Monday. It was wonderful. I regained full consciousness before they pumped me full of pain meds, and having refused the OC before surgery because I didn't want my nose to be itchy, all the connecty monitor shit that I was still attached gave me a minor anxiety attack--During which I ripped of my oxygen mask, pulse monitor and blood pressure cuff. I was pulling on the IV cord when the nurse came in. I don't like having shit over my face.
Stewart stayed home with me Tuesday, but that gave me most of yesterday and today to sit and mull and be completely unproductive and occasionally artsy.
On the artsy side, I started a new set of stencils for xmas gifts.
On the mulling side, I began to resent not being able to just talk to a series of people who I (still) worry about, even though it's fruitless and just going to drive me nuts. It's a short list of very important people. And most of them are untalkable for stupid reasons, or at least stupid reasons by way of blood.
But moving on... Living in sin is great. I like being with Stewart and living with him is nothing short of easy and comfortable and enjoyable. I haven't had to sleep on the couch yet, although I have threatened to send him after a couple Chinese food nights. My favorite thing about Stewart is that I never have to worry about him. Open and honest is the way to go. I do worry about the other broads... But I can always just punch them.
My highschool reunion was last Saturday. I saw a few people I cared too and a few I was indifferent about. There were a couple really awkward moments involving hugs with people who may as well be complete strangers, but Walsh showed and there was an open bar.
A note on the concept of open bar: NOT a good idea at places where awkward is the anticipated social climate. I drank too much, didn't hit me until about 15 minutes after lying down and then hurling commenced. Like a volcano of ramen and Banana pine needles. And I hurled on the sheets, and Stewart changed them. My mom said it must be love, because she just left my dad on the lawn when he was that bad. Stewart said he was too late, because I was already upstairs and it was a cold night.
And something I need to say out loud and out of context: how can someone disrespect themself enough be with something like that?
amen. good night.
02 November 2006
Just say no to the rage.
My father was relaying a literary idea to Stewart and me last night. He thinks it's Vonnegut, but the cliff's notes is that everyone has the right to kill one person. One person of your choosing, but only one. And if you killed more than one, you would be killed. I said this kid was at the top of my list. And then Stewart said that if this were really the law, I wouldn't have that one kill yet. I told him that it is in my personality to wait my entire life and pick the worst. My dad called me bitter.
We went to see saw III last night. It was good. There were some parts that made me squirm. It definitely left some questions unanswered and a big gaping hole for another movie (Why can't people do trilogies), but all in all it was decent. I like going to the movies with my dad, we have a good time.
My surgery has been scheduled. That, I'm sure will be fun.
I went to Haven on Tuesday with Stewart, Sarah and pojo. I dressed up as a cliche fantasy with the prepschool twist of getting wasted, double fisted style, and smoking like a chimney. I was ready to fight (above link and his hosebeast, because I have respect issues... and jealousy issues... and as pojo put it, just issues). On the ride there was one of those "don't worry about me, I can handle my own" discussions. Stewart said it wasn't me he was worried about. Which stings a little because I don't understand how he can still care about the welfare of such wretched people at all. He must have made his piece. So, I guess I'll have to make mine. Which is much easier to do when you don't have to see someone everyday. Or at least know that they have a key and a penchant of rifling through people's things.
Alas, I did not have to fight, although there was a suspicious Storm Trooper. I ran into three welcome-ish faces from the past and I wish I had had more time to catch up with people. The first was Nicole Underwood. The was wearing a burka and her boyfriend was dressed up like a terrorist. She said she was well. Megan Walker Grabbed me while I was looking for Stewart after using the ladies. She is also doing well, and I told her to continue doing well until next time. When people started to filter out, We ran into Jen Galvin, who I was actually hoping would have made an appearance. I have to send her an email so we can see eachother some time when they aren't booting us out at the end of the night. She said she wants a St. John's reunion at the school. I think it would be interesting to say the least. Even though I'm kept pretty up to date on all of the people I wanted to see.
Summation, The cat just bit my sweatshirt. I'm going to see if Jen wants to grab lunch next week. Maybe when I'm older like my dad, I'll find that zen place he goes when he's pissed off.
We went to see saw III last night. It was good. There were some parts that made me squirm. It definitely left some questions unanswered and a big gaping hole for another movie (Why can't people do trilogies), but all in all it was decent. I like going to the movies with my dad, we have a good time.
My surgery has been scheduled. That, I'm sure will be fun.
I went to Haven on Tuesday with Stewart, Sarah and pojo. I dressed up as a cliche fantasy with the prepschool twist of getting wasted, double fisted style, and smoking like a chimney. I was ready to fight (above link and his hosebeast, because I have respect issues... and jealousy issues... and as pojo put it, just issues). On the ride there was one of those "don't worry about me, I can handle my own" discussions. Stewart said it wasn't me he was worried about. Which stings a little because I don't understand how he can still care about the welfare of such wretched people at all. He must have made his piece. So, I guess I'll have to make mine. Which is much easier to do when you don't have to see someone everyday. Or at least know that they have a key and a penchant of rifling through people's things.
Alas, I did not have to fight, although there was a suspicious Storm Trooper. I ran into three welcome-ish faces from the past and I wish I had had more time to catch up with people. The first was Nicole Underwood. The was wearing a burka and her boyfriend was dressed up like a terrorist. She said she was well. Megan Walker Grabbed me while I was looking for Stewart after using the ladies. She is also doing well, and I told her to continue doing well until next time. When people started to filter out, We ran into Jen Galvin, who I was actually hoping would have made an appearance. I have to send her an email so we can see eachother some time when they aren't booting us out at the end of the night. She said she wants a St. John's reunion at the school. I think it would be interesting to say the least. Even though I'm kept pretty up to date on all of the people I wanted to see.
Summation, The cat just bit my sweatshirt. I'm going to see if Jen wants to grab lunch next week. Maybe when I'm older like my dad, I'll find that zen place he goes when he's pissed off.
17 October 2006
Paging Dr. Dubois
So, I am officially moving in with Stewart. And by officially I mean we have not told his sister, the landlord, yet, but do not anticipate any problems.
Last week we moved into a larger room, like 20 something square feet larger. And you would be amazed how much difference a functional closet makes in one's attitude towards a living space. We're pretty well settled. My rcord player is hooked up and I just finished listening to my canadian acquisition series (i.e. Luda's money maker and Rod Stewart.
Right now, Stewart is upstairs. He's most likely being yelled by his little older brother for having coffee with his girl friend today. They were talking about what a fuck up he's being lately and how everyone is sick of it and strategies for resolution. I would keep Amanda. The whole thing is ridiculous to me. I just don;t understand how someone gets to 24 trying to argue that candy is a viable way to spend food money.
Caitlin was in the hospital sunday night. She had an absess on her tonsil blocking the back of her throat. My mother had to restrain her when they put the needle in her mouth on account of her poor gag reflex. She went to claw at the doctors who had already jammed a inch draining implement down her throat. The point being that you don't want something that pointy and sharp just dancing around such a delicate area.
The new tumor is 2.2 x 2.3. Not big enough to name. But we find out the course of action on thursday. Until then, Actually until my physical in november, I'm not taking any medication except my allergy stuff as needed.
The end.
Last week we moved into a larger room, like 20 something square feet larger. And you would be amazed how much difference a functional closet makes in one's attitude towards a living space. We're pretty well settled. My rcord player is hooked up and I just finished listening to my canadian acquisition series (i.e. Luda's money maker and Rod Stewart.
Right now, Stewart is upstairs. He's most likely being yelled by his little older brother for having coffee with his girl friend today. They were talking about what a fuck up he's being lately and how everyone is sick of it and strategies for resolution. I would keep Amanda. The whole thing is ridiculous to me. I just don;t understand how someone gets to 24 trying to argue that candy is a viable way to spend food money.
Caitlin was in the hospital sunday night. She had an absess on her tonsil blocking the back of her throat. My mother had to restrain her when they put the needle in her mouth on account of her poor gag reflex. She went to claw at the doctors who had already jammed a inch draining implement down her throat. The point being that you don't want something that pointy and sharp just dancing around such a delicate area.
The new tumor is 2.2 x 2.3. Not big enough to name. But we find out the course of action on thursday. Until then, Actually until my physical in november, I'm not taking any medication except my allergy stuff as needed.
The end.
30 September 2006
Revelation
Fact: There are a lot of whiney ass bitches on the internet. And for some reason I can't look away. It's like an underpass falling on Canadians... You just sit there for hours waiting for developements.
I really hope no one is like that with my blog. You'd be coverred in cobwebs.
In reverse Chronological order:
I found out today that a few months ago, right after Lou moved out, there was a rumor circulating that he and his home boys (His similarly fluffy best friend, who from what i know is very nice and the roided out strip club bouncer) were going to come over to "beat us up."
1. Am I 12 again? The last time I seriously threatened to kick the shit out of someone was middle school. Maybe. And to honestly think that those three guys would beat up a house full of people baffles me. It blows my damn mind.
2. The question of which US they were going to beat up. Stewart and NIck for getting therir stuff out of his room in a "reprehensible" manner. Me and Amanda for being there (He also had possesions of mine...) Dee and Steve for not really giving a fuck that he was upset about it. All of us for being grossly negligent of his feelings?
3. How crazy am I that my first response was, "I'd be on the porch with a bat like, 'come on, fuckers.'"
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Canada:
Stewart and I went to Montreal for our 6 month anniversary. We walked an obscene amount. And this is not the Erin obscene standard of further tahn line of vision... LIke 15 miles in 2.5 days. We met two very awesome people (Micheal, our host at the b&b and teh owner of a boutique in teh gay quarter). We ate at La Popessa and got chicken poutine from St. HUbert's. I spend a lot of money on vinyl and we did not go into one Contact Dancing bar or sex shop... Not that I didn't try.
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I'm aking purses for the craft fair teh weekend of the 14th and if you want one, come buy one. Or let me know and i'll put one aside for you to buy. They are mostly cigar boxes and tote bags. and so far, they are amazing.
Pojo is moving in this week and it is most likely that i will be living here full time after Stewart's brother moves out.
It will be such a nice place to live.
I really hope no one is like that with my blog. You'd be coverred in cobwebs.
In reverse Chronological order:
I found out today that a few months ago, right after Lou moved out, there was a rumor circulating that he and his home boys (His similarly fluffy best friend, who from what i know is very nice and the roided out strip club bouncer) were going to come over to "beat us up."
1. Am I 12 again? The last time I seriously threatened to kick the shit out of someone was middle school. Maybe. And to honestly think that those three guys would beat up a house full of people baffles me. It blows my damn mind.
2. The question of which US they were going to beat up. Stewart and NIck for getting therir stuff out of his room in a "reprehensible" manner. Me and Amanda for being there (He also had possesions of mine...) Dee and Steve for not really giving a fuck that he was upset about it. All of us for being grossly negligent of his feelings?
3. How crazy am I that my first response was, "I'd be on the porch with a bat like, 'come on, fuckers.'"
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Canada:
Stewart and I went to Montreal for our 6 month anniversary. We walked an obscene amount. And this is not the Erin obscene standard of further tahn line of vision... LIke 15 miles in 2.5 days. We met two very awesome people (Micheal, our host at the b&b and teh owner of a boutique in teh gay quarter). We ate at La Popessa and got chicken poutine from St. HUbert's. I spend a lot of money on vinyl and we did not go into one Contact Dancing bar or sex shop... Not that I didn't try.
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I'm aking purses for the craft fair teh weekend of the 14th and if you want one, come buy one. Or let me know and i'll put one aside for you to buy. They are mostly cigar boxes and tote bags. and so far, they are amazing.
Pojo is moving in this week and it is most likely that i will be living here full time after Stewart's brother moves out.
It will be such a nice place to live.
17 September 2006
Final Countdown
Four more working days until Stewart and I go tot Montreal. I am very excited to get out of here, even if it's only for a minivacation. I can't wait to just be able to get away from all of the random bullshit that I get stuck with by osmosis.
Went out last night with Nate. We went to Sophia's and were there early enough that it wasn't retardedly crowded. Cece and Zuch met us there and Stewart came after work. There were, however, elderly regulars who convinced the owner to turn the jukebox up all the way (like had to resort to texting conversation loud) and played My Way, Suspicious Minds and New York, New York. These are all song I like and listen to with some regularity and a little bit of nostalgia, but for fuck's sake, no one, not even me, likes Elvis so loud it hurts your ears. It was an ok time.
I had a dream last night that Stewart left me in Canada for his former hosebeast. And I shoved her into a pit of mud and we were at movie theaters and this kid I worked with for about 3 weeks was there. Weird. But I'm driving to Canada, so I doubt this will happen. And I think I would do more than shove just her into a pit of mud.
I'm exhausted and have to work until midnight. I also need to get cracking on these fancy cigar boxes I'm making. Damn craft fair.
Went out last night with Nate. We went to Sophia's and were there early enough that it wasn't retardedly crowded. Cece and Zuch met us there and Stewart came after work. There were, however, elderly regulars who convinced the owner to turn the jukebox up all the way (like had to resort to texting conversation loud) and played My Way, Suspicious Minds and New York, New York. These are all song I like and listen to with some regularity and a little bit of nostalgia, but for fuck's sake, no one, not even me, likes Elvis so loud it hurts your ears. It was an ok time.
I had a dream last night that Stewart left me in Canada for his former hosebeast. And I shoved her into a pit of mud and we were at movie theaters and this kid I worked with for about 3 weeks was there. Weird. But I'm driving to Canada, so I doubt this will happen. And I think I would do more than shove just her into a pit of mud.
I'm exhausted and have to work until midnight. I also need to get cracking on these fancy cigar boxes I'm making. Damn craft fair.
13 September 2006
Shoot for the moon, even if you miss, you'll be among the stars
Suffocating.
I thought that was funny. Because it is fairly accurate.
I ate half of the scrawniest rotisserie chicken I've ever seen in my life earlier today. It also occurred to me that there is a fair chance that no one I know now understands the chicken significance.
Suffice it to say it was a rough day once I got out of work. I got lost in Granby on my way to meet stewart for his lunch break. Once I got oriented, I was stuck behind a smattering of retarded drivers.
The highlights of said drivers:
Pick up truck man--Backed out of his driveway less than 100ft in front of me on a road with a 45 mph speed limit. Of course I was going faster than that and had to SLAM on my already faulty breaks and hope for the best. Then he went very slow. For the next mile. And sat at the stop sign through three opportunities to get onto the road.
Then I got into the BJs parking area and some aging democrat put on their blinker and slowed down to go into the dodge parking lot. And didn't. Then they coasted to the end on the road and stopped (there is no stop sign.) and turned. And stopped for a significant amount of time at the next stop sign. There is a fair chance I made an excited utterance, but I don't think it would have been loud enough for purple stationwagon to hear. When we finally turned up the main drag so I could meet Stewart at Starbucks, he stopped blocking my passage into the starbucks parking lot (and the driveway of the bank--holding up 2 other cars) looked at me in his rearview mirror, threw up his hands and tried to stare me down. I just said, "What the fuck are you doing." and cut dangerously close to his car to get by. I never lost eye contact and he moved. I really just wanted to Have a Fried Green Tomatoes moment and repeatedly ram into the car. But I am not older, and I probably do not have more insurance.
I parked to some disgusted stares of kids who should have the right to dress themselves revoked and was reminded that even in Chicopee, assholes and yuppies gravitate to Starbucks. But Stewart was in there, and Ryan was working, so I got a hot chocolate and a marshmallow rice square. Had a couple bites and Stewart needed to leave. We had a snippy moment and he yelled at me. I said don't yell at me and we left. I apologized for being a beast and he apologized for raising his voice.
I inadvertently solicited drugs from Nate. I need to get to a dr soon.
Work is still good, even though I'm sleep deprived from swing shift on Sunday. It seems cruel to flip flop someone between first (be here at 730a)and second(stay here til 1130p)when they have a 45 minute commute. I almost passed out on the couch monday morning.
And in the most exciting news category, Stewart and I go to Montreal a week from today. I am excited. I'm sort of searching for a tour guide for while we're up there. We'll see how it goes. But nonetheless, I'm really excited to get out of here.
Schoolyard Bully You are 42% Rational, 100% Extroverted, 71% Brutal, and 42% Arrogant. |
You are the Schoolyard Bully! You focus more on feelings than rationality, and thus tend to be driven by your emotions rather than by a steering wheel, because human beings don't have those. You are probably easy to anger or annoy, for instance. You are also an extrovert who wouldn't mind having a lot of attention, although you may not always get it. Another character trait you possess is your brutality, manifested by the fact that you tend to be aggressive and do not care about the well-being of others. In school, you may have been the kid who stuffed the short kid into lockers, or who distributed swirlies to anyone who scored higher than a B on the science quiz. I wouldn't be surprised if you think the word "faggot" is the greatest insult known to man. Also, you exhibit signs of humility, leading one to conclude that you are actually insecure, because very few people are truly humble AND brutal. Thus, like any schoolyard bully, you seek constant attention for yourself and have no issues with administering beatings because you are quite emotional and easy to upset. Not only that, but your insecurity may be a prime motivation for your brutality. As psychologists have noted, most schoolyard bullies only pick on others because they have a negative self-image. This could possibly be true of you. Either that or you are just really hungry and need lunch money. In short, your personality defects are your brutality, extroversion, irrationality, and your possible insecurity. Go pick on someone your own size! But not me. I'm a midget, I swear.
1. You are more INTUITIVE than rational. 2. You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted. 3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle. 4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant. Compatibility:
The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble. The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble. The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble. The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble. The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble. The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble. The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble. The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble. The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Personality Defect Test written by saint_gasoline on OkCupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test |
I thought that was funny. Because it is fairly accurate.
I ate half of the scrawniest rotisserie chicken I've ever seen in my life earlier today. It also occurred to me that there is a fair chance that no one I know now understands the chicken significance.
Suffice it to say it was a rough day once I got out of work. I got lost in Granby on my way to meet stewart for his lunch break. Once I got oriented, I was stuck behind a smattering of retarded drivers.
The highlights of said drivers:
Pick up truck man--Backed out of his driveway less than 100ft in front of me on a road with a 45 mph speed limit. Of course I was going faster than that and had to SLAM on my already faulty breaks and hope for the best. Then he went very slow. For the next mile. And sat at the stop sign through three opportunities to get onto the road.
Then I got into the BJs parking area and some aging democrat put on their blinker and slowed down to go into the dodge parking lot. And didn't. Then they coasted to the end on the road and stopped (there is no stop sign.) and turned. And stopped for a significant amount of time at the next stop sign. There is a fair chance I made an excited utterance, but I don't think it would have been loud enough for purple stationwagon to hear. When we finally turned up the main drag so I could meet Stewart at Starbucks, he stopped blocking my passage into the starbucks parking lot (and the driveway of the bank--holding up 2 other cars) looked at me in his rearview mirror, threw up his hands and tried to stare me down. I just said, "What the fuck are you doing." and cut dangerously close to his car to get by. I never lost eye contact and he moved. I really just wanted to Have a Fried Green Tomatoes moment and repeatedly ram into the car. But I am not older, and I probably do not have more insurance.
I parked to some disgusted stares of kids who should have the right to dress themselves revoked and was reminded that even in Chicopee, assholes and yuppies gravitate to Starbucks. But Stewart was in there, and Ryan was working, so I got a hot chocolate and a marshmallow rice square. Had a couple bites and Stewart needed to leave. We had a snippy moment and he yelled at me. I said don't yell at me and we left. I apologized for being a beast and he apologized for raising his voice.
I inadvertently solicited drugs from Nate. I need to get to a dr soon.
Work is still good, even though I'm sleep deprived from swing shift on Sunday. It seems cruel to flip flop someone between first (be here at 730a)and second(stay here til 1130p)when they have a 45 minute commute. I almost passed out on the couch monday morning.
And in the most exciting news category, Stewart and I go to Montreal a week from today. I am excited. I'm sort of searching for a tour guide for while we're up there. We'll see how it goes. But nonetheless, I'm really excited to get out of here.
29 August 2006
The muppets sang a song about this.
Stewart's (and my) friend heather left last night for the discernible future. She's going to be the master electrician at some CC in sunny California. We had dinner in Noho (Served by the snootiest waitress ever) and went our separate ways. I'm sick of this people moving away bullshit. But I guess it gives me an excuse to travel.
Segue, I reserved Stewart and my hotel room for next month. It's cute and in a B&B (his idea). There's a huge tub in the bathroom. It's within walking distance of St. Catherine's and La Popessa. I'm slightly leery of the destination, being that we both have some history in the city. We'll suck it up.
In a fit of nostalgia, and by nostalgia I mean looking on myspace, I decided I miss my old friends. And I don't mean people with whom I used to be friends and am not any longer, but the people with whom I lost touch through the move and custody disputes and sundry other reasons. This list essentially boils down to the funegrams and Boucher and the younger Venzia clan. And a couple other people.
Segue, I reserved Stewart and my hotel room for next month. It's cute and in a B&B (his idea). There's a huge tub in the bathroom. It's within walking distance of St. Catherine's and La Popessa. I'm slightly leery of the destination, being that we both have some history in the city. We'll suck it up.
In a fit of nostalgia, and by nostalgia I mean looking on myspace, I decided I miss my old friends. And I don't mean people with whom I used to be friends and am not any longer, but the people with whom I lost touch through the move and custody disputes and sundry other reasons. This list essentially boils down to the funegrams and Boucher and the younger Venzia clan. And a couple other people.
17 August 2006
Oh, to be lost forever.
I've been sort of cruising a plane of consistency lately.
Important notes.
Stewart and I went to Lee for a few days and stayed in a condo with a large tub and no internet. We saw the Girls Gone Wild bus in a parking lot of a motel right off the turnpike exit. It was hilarious. There were a gaggle of Yadudes Searching a grassy knoll with their cellphones for flashlights for something small enough to blend in with the earth, but not shiny enough to reflect LCD light. There was a couple standing in front of the bus having a fight. Apparently they were headed to a club in Chicopee.
We explored the mostly nonexistent downtown, went to the outlets and made dinner. We ate all home meals on the back porch I was mostly in my underwear, which is how I prefer to be anyways. We had some of a bottle of Shiraz and spent lots of time relaxing. It was a fun time. We enjoyed ourselves.
Work is great. I'm completely trained in one of the house and am being trained in the second. So far, I like 95% of the staff and all of the guys in the houses. I am getting a little frustrated with people outside the program. I want to hit every well intentioned idiot I run into. Yes, these people are retarded, but sometimes there are greater forces at work. Like the store sample lady who tried to give the man with diabetes and a swallowing disorder (he can't eat solid foods) cookies. And when we said no thank you, she handed them to him and said, "oh, no. He can have some." And it's like no...he can't. And if he weren't retarded, you'd have taken no for an answer. And it get much worse with these people, but not within the bounds of what I can actually discuss.
My birthday was last friday. I called in a PL day to work. Went to visit Michele and the new baby. Ella was so cute. Cinnamon and her kids were there. It was a nice time. Ella identifies Stewart in pictures (as Dewartt!) so cute. Stewart and I met up at the mall and ran into Celine. It was odd because I was thinking of calling her on the way back from the mall to see if she was available to hang out for the evening. Stewart went home to nap, etc. and Cece and I shopped. We all went to Sophia's And met Liz at the bar. Cari and Melissa Lemanske showed up. I got drunk. Jay came after work. Drew ended up being at the bar that night with his lady friend, who I almost punched in the face for getting up on Stewart. It bears mentioning that Drew's lady friend is one of the heinous exes (The one who cheated on him with a man of the same name and gets on his shit EVERY time we run into her.) Next time I'm going to berate her within an inch of slitting her wrists. It's been awhile since I had a good vent at someone.
We went out with Nate and Pojo on Tuesday night. Started at sophia's. Ended up at haven (goth night at Diva's). It was interesting. Pojo was meeting his ex girl friend. Nick and Amanda were there. Stewart and I entertained ourselves by participating in advanced people watching. Nate was pretty bored. But we did get to watch Pojo dance.... And I laughed. It was beach night and had I known, I'd have dressed for it. I got slightly intoxicated. The bartender was cute. We went to Denny's after.
Stewart's Car is dead. He intends to do car shopping tomorrow. I hope it works out for him.
I got my new laptop. I love it.
Important notes.
Stewart and I went to Lee for a few days and stayed in a condo with a large tub and no internet. We saw the Girls Gone Wild bus in a parking lot of a motel right off the turnpike exit. It was hilarious. There were a gaggle of Yadudes Searching a grassy knoll with their cellphones for flashlights for something small enough to blend in with the earth, but not shiny enough to reflect LCD light. There was a couple standing in front of the bus having a fight. Apparently they were headed to a club in Chicopee.
We explored the mostly nonexistent downtown, went to the outlets and made dinner. We ate all home meals on the back porch I was mostly in my underwear, which is how I prefer to be anyways. We had some of a bottle of Shiraz and spent lots of time relaxing. It was a fun time. We enjoyed ourselves.
Work is great. I'm completely trained in one of the house and am being trained in the second. So far, I like 95% of the staff and all of the guys in the houses. I am getting a little frustrated with people outside the program. I want to hit every well intentioned idiot I run into. Yes, these people are retarded, but sometimes there are greater forces at work. Like the store sample lady who tried to give the man with diabetes and a swallowing disorder (he can't eat solid foods) cookies. And when we said no thank you, she handed them to him and said, "oh, no. He can have some." And it's like no...he can't. And if he weren't retarded, you'd have taken no for an answer. And it get much worse with these people, but not within the bounds of what I can actually discuss.
My birthday was last friday. I called in a PL day to work. Went to visit Michele and the new baby. Ella was so cute. Cinnamon and her kids were there. It was a nice time. Ella identifies Stewart in pictures (as Dewartt!) so cute. Stewart and I met up at the mall and ran into Celine. It was odd because I was thinking of calling her on the way back from the mall to see if she was available to hang out for the evening. Stewart went home to nap, etc. and Cece and I shopped. We all went to Sophia's And met Liz at the bar. Cari and Melissa Lemanske showed up. I got drunk. Jay came after work. Drew ended up being at the bar that night with his lady friend, who I almost punched in the face for getting up on Stewart. It bears mentioning that Drew's lady friend is one of the heinous exes (The one who cheated on him with a man of the same name and gets on his shit EVERY time we run into her.) Next time I'm going to berate her within an inch of slitting her wrists. It's been awhile since I had a good vent at someone.
We went out with Nate and Pojo on Tuesday night. Started at sophia's. Ended up at haven (goth night at Diva's). It was interesting. Pojo was meeting his ex girl friend. Nick and Amanda were there. Stewart and I entertained ourselves by participating in advanced people watching. Nate was pretty bored. But we did get to watch Pojo dance.... And I laughed. It was beach night and had I known, I'd have dressed for it. I got slightly intoxicated. The bartender was cute. We went to Denny's after.
Stewart's Car is dead. He intends to do car shopping tomorrow. I hope it works out for him.
I got my new laptop. I love it.
05 July 2006
hosebeast or no?
so, the answer is no. Fight 2.1 is over. Everyone survived. I feel a little less crazy having talked to Nick, who saw the same things I did. If I get out of work in time, I will still go to pirates with everyone. And if it happens again, I will lay it down.
Day 2 in the dmr house today. Woo hoo.
Day 2 in the dmr house today. Woo hoo.
04 July 2006
if you have to pay them, they don't count.
mark it, fight the sequel. Abiding by all the rules, more action... higher body count.
Went to greg's cookout today and had a very good time for the short time we were there.
Cannot wait to go to visit Tara next weekend.
Went to greg's cookout today and had a very good time for the short time we were there.
Cannot wait to go to visit Tara next weekend.
26 June 2006
bobby
I got to go to the hospital again this weekend. It was a blast. 8 and a half hours of on and off sleeping waiting for teh dr who basically just did the same things as the last time and didn't give me much information. Stewart came with me (even though i kept telling him to go home).
So the long and short of it, we're working on number 3, but it's too small to give a name to. I have a follow up apointment next week and then we figure out what the christ is going on.
I will hopefully be starting work on monday. If my references get in.
So the long and short of it, we're working on number 3, but it's too small to give a name to. I have a follow up apointment next week and then we figure out what the christ is going on.
I will hopefully be starting work on monday. If my references get in.
11 June 2006
the logical placement of it.
Yesterday was Dee's wedding (Stewart's sister.) It was a cute, sweet, short ceremony followed by a slightly roundabout drive to the reception and finally lost of dancing with the bridal party.
THe pictures will follow aas soon as i get them and scan them in (or very fast if stewart gets ALL FOUR ROLLS put on cd.) Stewart got to wear a cowboy hat and bolo tie and the dj play Pencil Think Mustache for me and stewart and i danced. His dad did the robot. Mom made me get in the extended family pictures.
I sat at the Disgruntled Misplaced Significant Others Table with Nate, his Date Becca, and my fake date, Brian (boyfriend to Sandy, a bridesmaid). Very much fun.
Stewart and I were on cake removal detail and when we got back to the house, Stewart dropped teh joke cake topper and the torso broke off the bride and the groom lost his legs. There was an arm next to my foot when i tried to look to see where everything had gone. I just went through a series of walmarts trying to replace it. I was successful...as always.
THe pictures will follow aas soon as i get them and scan them in (or very fast if stewart gets ALL FOUR ROLLS put on cd.) Stewart got to wear a cowboy hat and bolo tie and the dj play Pencil Think Mustache for me and stewart and i danced. His dad did the robot. Mom made me get in the extended family pictures.
I sat at the Disgruntled Misplaced Significant Others Table with Nate, his Date Becca, and my fake date, Brian (boyfriend to Sandy, a bridesmaid). Very much fun.
Stewart and I were on cake removal detail and when we got back to the house, Stewart dropped teh joke cake topper and the torso broke off the bride and the groom lost his legs. There was an arm next to my foot when i tried to look to see where everything had gone. I just went through a series of walmarts trying to replace it. I was successful...as always.
03 June 2006
mark it.
Stewart and I had our first fight on thursday. And to the shock and awe of poele who know me, there was no yelling, no throwing and no hitting. Not even any crying (I cry when I'm angry).
So, it's an opressive landmark that i'm glad has past. And I'm glad there was no yelling.
The make up sex was excellent.
So, it's an opressive landmark that i'm glad has past. And I'm glad there was no yelling.
The make up sex was excellent.
28 May 2006
I call my cat Fucker.
Occasionally, I get irritable.
And lately, there have been a couple things that are just grating on my nerves, the foremost of them being the Tag Sale. It's Sunday morning. I've been up since 730. I was up yesterday (Saturday) at 730. I spent all morning yesterday hauling heavy shit in the muggy weather while dealing with bugs. And my feet kept getting dewey and covered in crap from the ground. And Cait just sat there eating Pizza. And every time she would finish a piece, she'd get another one so she wouldn't have to help. And this left Stewart, my mother and me doing ALL the damned work. And then when it came time to close up shop yesterday, she disappeared to take a shower and leave. I am doing minimal tag sale work today.
Secondly, which is a recurring theme, is needy and demanding friends. Until recently, I had successfully cut all of those broads (and a couple of dudes) that constantly have overdramatic life crises out of my life. I am disgruntled that, through no fault of my own, I have encountered another one. And I'm stuck with her. I like her. I think she's funny. She has some good stories. But I don't like being bossed around and I especially don't like it when I have to watch it happen to other people.
finally, I don't know if Tara is alive. There is a lot of damage potential in Vegas. But that is not irritating, just worrisome. And could be easily remedied by calling her.
Tonight is Cece's Graduation Party and I'm kind of excited. And my package has still not arrived from Canada.
And lately, there have been a couple things that are just grating on my nerves, the foremost of them being the Tag Sale. It's Sunday morning. I've been up since 730. I was up yesterday (Saturday) at 730. I spent all morning yesterday hauling heavy shit in the muggy weather while dealing with bugs. And my feet kept getting dewey and covered in crap from the ground. And Cait just sat there eating Pizza. And every time she would finish a piece, she'd get another one so she wouldn't have to help. And this left Stewart, my mother and me doing ALL the damned work. And then when it came time to close up shop yesterday, she disappeared to take a shower and leave. I am doing minimal tag sale work today.
Secondly, which is a recurring theme, is needy and demanding friends. Until recently, I had successfully cut all of those broads (and a couple of dudes) that constantly have overdramatic life crises out of my life. I am disgruntled that, through no fault of my own, I have encountered another one. And I'm stuck with her. I like her. I think she's funny. She has some good stories. But I don't like being bossed around and I especially don't like it when I have to watch it happen to other people.
finally, I don't know if Tara is alive. There is a lot of damage potential in Vegas. But that is not irritating, just worrisome. And could be easily remedied by calling her.
Tonight is Cece's Graduation Party and I'm kind of excited. And my package has still not arrived from Canada.
19 May 2006
Sad songs and Waltzes.
1. Shute came to visit yesterday. We went to lunch at Ginger Blossom before he drove of into the noonday sun on his way to Colorado via New Jersey. He probably did hit NYC just at rush hour. But knowing him he pissed out the window and called it a trip. I am going to miss him tremendously.
2. Temping all last week gave me severe wanderlust. I'm still looking at Nashville. Getting up at 7 every morning was not so fun, but it was a dece place to work.
3. Stewart has jury duty all this week. Honestly, who would pick the ginormous neo-nazi looking fucker to be on an anti discrimination case. Some one dropped the ball on that one.
4. We drove to Seakonk on Monday to observe shute in his natural habitat. We went to providence. Hung out on Thayer street long enough for me to develop a loathing for rich kids with parent aid credit cards who do nothing but look for chococat contact cases all day... I picked up a press of talking heads and a ringo single for Cait (you're 16). We could not find an open bar, so we headed to Providence place to get lunch and survey the surroundings. Sated my fried chicken craving at popeye's. Went to a bar near Little Italy. Had Jim Beam Black shots and a lot of beers. Stopped at Shute's house for a little while. Headed home. Pictures will follow.
5. Going to see cabaret tonight. Perhaps Sophia's later.
2. Temping all last week gave me severe wanderlust. I'm still looking at Nashville. Getting up at 7 every morning was not so fun, but it was a dece place to work.
3. Stewart has jury duty all this week. Honestly, who would pick the ginormous neo-nazi looking fucker to be on an anti discrimination case. Some one dropped the ball on that one.
4. We drove to Seakonk on Monday to observe shute in his natural habitat. We went to providence. Hung out on Thayer street long enough for me to develop a loathing for rich kids with parent aid credit cards who do nothing but look for chococat contact cases all day... I picked up a press of talking heads and a ringo single for Cait (you're 16). We could not find an open bar, so we headed to Providence place to get lunch and survey the surroundings. Sated my fried chicken craving at popeye's. Went to a bar near Little Italy. Had Jim Beam Black shots and a lot of beers. Stopped at Shute's house for a little while. Headed home. Pictures will follow.
5. Going to see cabaret tonight. Perhaps Sophia's later.
28 April 2006
Like a blank trying to screw a blank...
I think those blanks are filled by monkey and football respectively.
And now, The Clark Kent effect.
I wear glasses. Stewart wears glasses. Caitlin wears glasses. Tara has them but doesn't wear them. Matthew has them for reading. A lot of people have glasses, and I'm starting to think it affects out personalities.
First time I noticed it was with Stewart, who takes of his glasses every time we mess around. The best way to explain the transformation is, "Mild-mannered phone salesman by day, vicious animal by night." Without fail, it is removing the glasses that changes the attitude every time.
I was thinking about my glasses wearing habits. Glasses equal sober, comfortable and not on the prowl. When I wear my contacts, it's usually to go out drinking when there are men folk involved (I haven't put in my contacts to go out in about 7 weeks now. Funny how things change.)
And we have Matthew, who actually takes off his reading glasses to scream. Matthew, who will inevitably deny this behavior. But I know you do it, and now you'll be concious of it too.
If Tara has on her glasses, it means she's not going anywhere. Or is extremely hung over (i.e. the only time I've seen her wear them out of the house was the day after her birthday when we went to McDonald's)
So, which is the real deal on this? Quiet, sober, polite? Or raucous, rough, crazy?
And now, The Clark Kent effect.
I wear glasses. Stewart wears glasses. Caitlin wears glasses. Tara has them but doesn't wear them. Matthew has them for reading. A lot of people have glasses, and I'm starting to think it affects out personalities.
First time I noticed it was with Stewart, who takes of his glasses every time we mess around. The best way to explain the transformation is, "Mild-mannered phone salesman by day, vicious animal by night." Without fail, it is removing the glasses that changes the attitude every time.
I was thinking about my glasses wearing habits. Glasses equal sober, comfortable and not on the prowl. When I wear my contacts, it's usually to go out drinking when there are men folk involved (I haven't put in my contacts to go out in about 7 weeks now. Funny how things change.)
And we have Matthew, who actually takes off his reading glasses to scream. Matthew, who will inevitably deny this behavior. But I know you do it, and now you'll be concious of it too.
If Tara has on her glasses, it means she's not going anywhere. Or is extremely hung over (i.e. the only time I've seen her wear them out of the house was the day after her birthday when we went to McDonald's)
So, which is the real deal on this? Quiet, sober, polite? Or raucous, rough, crazy?
03 April 2006
Normally I don't make fun of bald guys, but you just drank 2 cups of tea, so I think you're safe.
I brought Stewart to meet the easterners. We had a good time. There was minimal awkwardness and everyone seems to get along well. Tara even screamed at me in the bathroom that I should marry him because she likes him...but apparently, she didn't even remember going back to Cheerleaders.
I'm fairly certain I saved my camera from another upshot of Scott's nostrils and Mike wasn't around long enough to say anything to my face...although he screamed some stuff about 4 feet behind me.I wanted to be like this isn't the rebound, you were the warm up.
We played whist with brothers Gangi and David. Taught Stewart to play. He caught on very fast and even made one of those "oh, you thought you won" faces. Fit in pretty well.
And most importantly, I saw Boucher. Amazing time. She is hysterical.
I'm fairly certain I saved my camera from another upshot of Scott's nostrils and Mike wasn't around long enough to say anything to my face...although he screamed some stuff about 4 feet behind me.I wanted to be like this isn't the rebound, you were the warm up.
We played whist with brothers Gangi and David. Taught Stewart to play. He caught on very fast and even made one of those "oh, you thought you won" faces. Fit in pretty well.
And most importantly, I saw Boucher. Amazing time. She is hysterical.
27 March 2006
time with Stewart is time well spent. We have an amazing time and he makes me pretty happy. Tomorrow we're going on a picnic, which according to matt is a cliche, but chute thing. This weekend we're most likely heading northward. If i get my way, I'll be keeping this one around for awhile.
on another note, it is costing one BILLION dollars to fix my breaks and some other nonesense. Which blows, because i am still not working. But I've been occupying myself.
So, if you want to make plans, call.
on another note, it is costing one BILLION dollars to fix my breaks and some other nonesense. Which blows, because i am still not working. But I've been occupying myself.
So, if you want to make plans, call.
18 March 2006
Quiet, reserved dom ISO aggressive boisterous sub.
There's a funny thing about finding the very bottom; up is the only way. And here I am, and up is where I'm going.
I'm also constantly amazed at the rhythm of my life and how uncanny timing can be. And why don't people ever say things are canny?
I've been hanging out with Stewart a lot. I enjoy his company a lot. We are "undefined," which is now the running joke. My mother has actually back off the calling me a hussey without actually saying it. I am getting used to the pets in his house.
so, Top 5 "I don't want to talk about" Stories:
5. Janine Fight #1.5
4. 7-10, 2005
3. March 3rd, 2006
2. Ben Wood.
1. Early Life.
I'm also constantly amazed at the rhythm of my life and how uncanny timing can be. And why don't people ever say things are canny?
I've been hanging out with Stewart a lot. I enjoy his company a lot. We are "undefined," which is now the running joke. My mother has actually back off the calling me a hussey without actually saying it. I am getting used to the pets in his house.
so, Top 5 "I don't want to talk about" Stories:
5. Janine Fight #1.5
4. 7-10, 2005
3. March 3rd, 2006
2. Ben Wood.
1. Early Life.
07 March 2006
You are now entering the scary door
Firstly, RIP a great series of entertaining men (and one vag. This is what happens when I peace out for a little while. I don't get the memo. And I shed a small tear.
Secondly, everyone breathe a sigh of relief. I'm over it. You know what that means. And if you don't, how did you get here to begin with? The final phase of over it was completed this afternoon. Everything is gone to a place where I can't get at it and nor would I want to.
Finally, I am going to dinner with Stu tomorrow. I'm so excited for asparagus chicken. I'm doing a little happy dance in my chair right now.
Top 5 ringers I want on my phone:
5. Road to nowhere
4. Playa's Anthem
3. This Way
2. The Workout Plan
1. The Tim Gunn Song
Runner up: Are you Drinking With me Jesus.
Secondly, everyone breathe a sigh of relief. I'm over it. You know what that means. And if you don't, how did you get here to begin with? The final phase of over it was completed this afternoon. Everything is gone to a place where I can't get at it and nor would I want to.
Finally, I am going to dinner with Stu tomorrow. I'm so excited for asparagus chicken. I'm doing a little happy dance in my chair right now.
Top 5 ringers I want on my phone:
5. Road to nowhere
4. Playa's Anthem
3. This Way
2. The Workout Plan
1. The Tim Gunn Song
Runner up: Are you Drinking With me Jesus.
06 March 2006
This is what alcoholics call a moment of clarity.
I drove west this afternoon. And considering the ridiculous bullshit I am putting myself through, I had a little chuckle. I was thinking about James Joyce, Dubliners in particular and the hours I spent reading that book with the map of Ye Olde Dublin to try and second guess whether or not the boy was going to have a fruitful experience (in most modern literature going west is a symbol of prosperity and new beginnings blah blah blah.)
I was also driving into the sunset, another image I treasure--mostly because of my tendency to permanently peace out at will. All circumstances in my overfilled brain, combined with the squinting from my light sensitivity and the afternoon sun and rediscovery of the songs Dixie Chicken and Long Long Time, sent me on one of those classic Erin, "I was thinking while I was in the car today" jags.
And here it is:
Nature, Nurture, experience, and History have combined to make me what I am--Fucked up. And there are a lot of people to thank for that. Too many to count or realize. And now I'm becoming something I hate and am trying desperately to change that path.
I swear I was a mostly sane non-hosebeast for a very long time.
And now all I can do is be pissed at myself for my own gullibility.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I was catching my dad up on life the other day. His response was something to the effect of, You are not a real Basler Woman. You haven't broken his windshield yet. Basler's don't do this diplomacy crap.
So I do come by it honestly.
I was also driving into the sunset, another image I treasure--mostly because of my tendency to permanently peace out at will. All circumstances in my overfilled brain, combined with the squinting from my light sensitivity and the afternoon sun and rediscovery of the songs Dixie Chicken and Long Long Time, sent me on one of those classic Erin, "I was thinking while I was in the car today" jags.
And here it is:
Nature, Nurture, experience, and History have combined to make me what I am--Fucked up. And there are a lot of people to thank for that. Too many to count or realize. And now I'm becoming something I hate and am trying desperately to change that path.
I swear I was a mostly sane non-hosebeast for a very long time.
And now all I can do is be pissed at myself for my own gullibility.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I was catching my dad up on life the other day. His response was something to the effect of, You are not a real Basler Woman. You haven't broken his windshield yet. Basler's don't do this diplomacy crap.
So I do come by it honestly.
01 March 2006
part 2
by the by, i'm a little upset.
and it's probably not your fault.
but there is a very good chance i will take it out on you.
so watch out.
and it's probably not your fault.
but there is a very good chance i will take it out on you.
so watch out.
21 February 2006
Bang your head.
I am fighting with a dress.
I can't make the waistline work.
Occasionally, I have those Ally McBeal moments where I'm in a completely normal situation and I imagine something vivid and usually violent. Like today, there was a fist fight in my brain. No details, but I didn't win the fight. But my opponent got the shit kicked out of them. So I'll be working on my right hook and trying to keep the heinous anxiety dreams at bay, all while I fight to the death with my newest sewing project and get a new job.
to quote Shute, "Use a wooden stake just to be sure."
summation: I thought we were all adults around here. There is elevator music in Erin land.
I can't make the waistline work.
Occasionally, I have those Ally McBeal moments where I'm in a completely normal situation and I imagine something vivid and usually violent. Like today, there was a fist fight in my brain. No details, but I didn't win the fight. But my opponent got the shit kicked out of them. So I'll be working on my right hook and trying to keep the heinous anxiety dreams at bay, all while I fight to the death with my newest sewing project and get a new job.
to quote Shute, "Use a wooden stake just to be sure."
summation: I thought we were all adults around here. There is elevator music in Erin land.
Number 3
when we got back form octoberfest, Shute's car had been towed. Through a strange series of events, we eventually ended up at the tow place. One guy had to bring shute to the atm, which left me witht eh burly one for about 30 minutes discussing the finer points of how to tell if a license is fake (which I had learned at cheerleaders shortly before my surgery). Before leaving, the second tow truck driver suggested I bring the car forward. There was one quip about my blatant intoxication.
how does one have 23 1/2 hour towing?
20 February 2006
proof that, once upon a time, i was smart and knew what i was talking about.
THe ERin School for better writing:
Don't proceed to do it, just do it.
Due to the fact that can be substituted with because.
Immensely is spelled as such, not emencially.
Nor does not have an apostrophe in it, nor did it ever.
If the set me and blank is the subject of the verb, it is blank and I, and if it is the direct object it is blank and me.
Some passive verbs just don't make sense. I.E."There is a lot of anger that has
formed inside me towards the situation."
Using the above example, that is not necessary in many sentences. It just sounds
bad.
Try to avoid subjecting you loved ones to the crappy poetry you think is a great
metaphor for life. Avoid this especially if the meaning of metaphor isn't as
good as you think.
If you're addressing someone directly, it is customary to separate the name from the
rest of the sentence with commas.
NO one wants long drawn out tales of your tragic life that is only tragic because you are an idiot and do things that are self destructive.
********
Thank you Matthew and your need to bring up past hosebeastness. But in all fairnes, that girl deserves to be shot....
for more erin fun...
Don't proceed to do it, just do it.
Due to the fact that can be substituted with because.
Immensely is spelled as such, not emencially.
Nor does not have an apostrophe in it, nor did it ever.
If the set me and blank is the subject of the verb, it is blank and I, and if it is the direct object it is blank and me.
Some passive verbs just don't make sense. I.E."There is a lot of anger that has
formed inside me towards the situation."
Using the above example, that is not necessary in many sentences. It just sounds
bad.
Try to avoid subjecting you loved ones to the crappy poetry you think is a great
metaphor for life. Avoid this especially if the meaning of metaphor isn't as
good as you think.
If you're addressing someone directly, it is customary to separate the name from the
rest of the sentence with commas.
NO one wants long drawn out tales of your tragic life that is only tragic because you are an idiot and do things that are self destructive.
********
Thank you Matthew and your need to bring up past hosebeastness. But in all fairnes, that girl deserves to be shot....
for more erin fun...
19 February 2006
Nothing really rocks, nothing really rolls, and nothing ever worth the cost.
And coming out of bad week #542...
top 5 Worse weeks than the last one:
5. Aug 15-22 99 (the first time I got threatened at knifepoint)
4. Aug 11-18 05 (It's referenced previously)
3. mid march 98 (hello, therapy)
2. Feb 23-Mar 1 04 (what are they going to do, fire me?)
1. Feb 4-11 05 (3 er trips)
I wish I were in a 12 step so I could go through that step that's all about making amends. But I don't want it for the right reasons. I want it in the kick in the teeth way.
I am however not as vindictive as people assume. I'm a very leave it and go girl. And, man does that word vindictive get tossed around incorrectly. Vindictive is lighting your shit on fire while moving out. Vindictive is fucking your brother and mailing you a tape. Neither of which I'd do. I'm slightly more same than that.
and in other news: my computer is broken and there is a fair chance I will get fired or quit my job by the end of the week. All I want is a job that uses my skills. Employers should like girls with skills...
top 5 Worse weeks than the last one:
5. Aug 15-22 99 (the first time I got threatened at knifepoint)
4. Aug 11-18 05 (It's referenced previously)
3. mid march 98 (hello, therapy)
2. Feb 23-Mar 1 04 (what are they going to do, fire me?)
1. Feb 4-11 05 (3 er trips)
I wish I were in a 12 step so I could go through that step that's all about making amends. But I don't want it for the right reasons. I want it in the kick in the teeth way.
I am however not as vindictive as people assume. I'm a very leave it and go girl. And, man does that word vindictive get tossed around incorrectly. Vindictive is lighting your shit on fire while moving out. Vindictive is fucking your brother and mailing you a tape. Neither of which I'd do. I'm slightly more same than that.
and in other news: my computer is broken and there is a fair chance I will get fired or quit my job by the end of the week. All I want is a job that uses my skills. Employers should like girls with skills...
07 February 2006
Ever look around and wonder how this is your life?
only every day.
more pictures to follow, but that was the beginning of the cray 2 week stratch and the end of it. Lot's happened between points a and b. the picture tell the story.
On another note:
Top 5 sunday night banana bread candle movies:
5. Showgirls
4. brahm Stoker's Dracula
3. Freaks
2. Hudsucker Proxy
1. Eternal sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
only every day.
more pictures to follow, but that was the beginning of the cray 2 week stratch and the end of it. Lot's happened between points a and b. the picture tell the story.
On another note:
Top 5 sunday night banana bread candle movies:
5. Showgirls
4. brahm Stoker's Dracula
3. Freaks
2. Hudsucker Proxy
1. Eternal sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
29 January 2006
You're just a notch in my bedpost.
Another strange weekend under the belt.
Spent friday night drinking top shelf long island's at geroges house. They made me play on the 360. There was a fight. Micheal thinks he can fix my glasses for me.
OH! and that's another thing. My ass claimed its 4th pair of my glasses friday, but mostly because i'm stupid. Right now they're geek taped together over the bridge of the nose.
Saturday was a saturday. Cheerleaders blew. The bathroom was gross. Courtney is over calculator boy (thankfully). No one got drunk. we went back to tara's house and watched but I'm a cheerleader. I fell alseep. And then mike woke me up and i was confused because i had a blanket on me. Vega howled a teh door for approximately 8 years. Poop is climbing the ranks steadily.
We went to gloria's today with Matthew and then watched office space. He and Mike bonded. tara and i laughed at them. all in all, it was cute.
I start my new schedule tomorrow. i'm so excited for real dinner.
Next weekend: Tara's birthday.
Pictures, awkwardness, record breaking? Who knows.
Spent friday night drinking top shelf long island's at geroges house. They made me play on the 360. There was a fight. Micheal thinks he can fix my glasses for me.
OH! and that's another thing. My ass claimed its 4th pair of my glasses friday, but mostly because i'm stupid. Right now they're geek taped together over the bridge of the nose.
Saturday was a saturday. Cheerleaders blew. The bathroom was gross. Courtney is over calculator boy (thankfully). No one got drunk. we went back to tara's house and watched but I'm a cheerleader. I fell alseep. And then mike woke me up and i was confused because i had a blanket on me. Vega howled a teh door for approximately 8 years. Poop is climbing the ranks steadily.
We went to gloria's today with Matthew and then watched office space. He and Mike bonded. tara and i laughed at them. all in all, it was cute.
I start my new schedule tomorrow. i'm so excited for real dinner.
Next weekend: Tara's birthday.
Pictures, awkwardness, record breaking? Who knows.
24 January 2006
It rhymes, wanna fight about it?
Apparently i excel in the world of Cable Troublshooting.
I'm sure the working 13 hour days doesn't hurt it at all.
but i do get an hour and a half off on friday to go out to lunch to celebrate my postition in the top 5% of performers statistic wise.
And, honestly, it's nice to have people's primary rspose to me be that i'm nice and helpful and they want to tell my managers.
My dad always said if you can fake sincerity, you're golden.
BIte me to see if I'm pure.
I'm sure the working 13 hour days doesn't hurt it at all.
but i do get an hour and a half off on friday to go out to lunch to celebrate my postition in the top 5% of performers statistic wise.
And, honestly, it's nice to have people's primary rspose to me be that i'm nice and helpful and they want to tell my managers.
My dad always said if you can fake sincerity, you're golden.
BIte me to see if I'm pure.
16 January 2006
i finally convinced another person that my life is ridiculous. This landmark occasion occured on the ride to Newbury Comics with Mike poop today. without getting deep into the story, suffice it to say, the weirdness of the weekend peaked somewhere in a bathroom.
next weekend: sheena's birthday. Pudding pops. More Mike Poop adventures. lots of awkwardness, and if all goes according to plan, my tricornered hat.
next weekend: sheena's birthday. Pudding pops. More Mike Poop adventures. lots of awkwardness, and if all goes according to plan, my tricornered hat.
08 January 2006
i went to the movies, it was rated ARRRRRR
brief synopsis:
New year's=amazing. I had the most gratifying midnight of my life.
work week: not so fabulous. busy and cloaustrophobic.
BBQ night: DELICIOUS!
Last night: Fuck show. best 3 hours of sleep i've ever had.
today: gloria's and Matthew
New year's=amazing. I had the most gratifying midnight of my life.
work week: not so fabulous. busy and cloaustrophobic.
BBQ night: DELICIOUS!
Last night: Fuck show. best 3 hours of sleep i've ever had.
today: gloria's and Matthew
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