Joe and I went to a party that Joe's friend Miranda was having at her apartment. It was a great time. I dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood. I am sorry that I do not have a picture to show all of you, my camera did not have memory on it. However, Joe's friend Chucks lady took a couple of pictures of us and they shoot be on Facebook soon.
Joe dressed up as a Pixie. He put on a red leotard and red stockings and a curly white wig. I did his make up. Oh yeah, and he had wings and a skirt. He got a lot of attention from the people walking the streets that night, they all wanted to take pictures of him. Some of them wanted to take pictures of me and him, but mostly just him.
All in all, the night was grand and we had a blast, we came home mildly wasted and had some macaroni and cheese with peas in it for a late night snack. Yum.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Oh, I am so bad
It happened. I was supposed to update this blog every day but here it is, THREE DAYS HAVE PASSED, since my last post. THIS IS VERY BAD. See, now I just have to come out and admit it. It's Okay though, even though I am super bummed I can just continue the project three days and it will now end on my brothers birthday, September 5, 2010.
SEE, I CAN FIX ANYTHING!!!
I got a new follower, yay!
I need to update my hedonistic hostess blog, it begs to be updated. I have been so lax about everything!
SOMEBODY SLAP ME!!
On the upside, HALLOWEEN IS TOMORROW.
what are you dressing up as?
SEE, I CAN FIX ANYTHING!!!
I got a new follower, yay!
I need to update my hedonistic hostess blog, it begs to be updated. I have been so lax about everything!
SOMEBODY SLAP ME!!
On the upside, HALLOWEEN IS TOMORROW.
what are you dressing up as?
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Gender Bending...
Yesterday I was gender bending with my friends Hamza and Markman, they are both photographers. I was hanging out with Hamza earlier in the day and then Markman invited us over so we went to his place.
We all sat around and shot the shit for awhile, and then we shot some picture of me in faux bondage attire. Hamza kept saying he was going to "corwin it out" whatever that means. I wasn't too into the bondage deal, just because I don't know how people can be into that. Not that any of us are into bondage, obviously we are not, because we were making fun of it the whole time. The pictures came out nicely though.
After the faux bondage shoot we got some food, specifically wings with medium buffalo sauce and fries.
Then it was time for another shoot. I dressed up in Markman's tuxedo and we went down by the water and shot some pictures. Markman did a very good job posing as a makup artist. I have a photo for you all to gawk:
We all sat around and shot the shit for awhile, and then we shot some picture of me in faux bondage attire. Hamza kept saying he was going to "corwin it out" whatever that means. I wasn't too into the bondage deal, just because I don't know how people can be into that. Not that any of us are into bondage, obviously we are not, because we were making fun of it the whole time. The pictures came out nicely though.
After the faux bondage shoot we got some food, specifically wings with medium buffalo sauce and fries.
Then it was time for another shoot. I dressed up in Markman's tuxedo and we went down by the water and shot some pictures. Markman did a very good job posing as a makup artist. I have a photo for you all to gawk:
You know I'm such a fool for you...
You got me wrapped around your finger... Do you have to let it linger?
God, I LOVE The Cranberries. I so wish they didn't break up. Such a great band.
It is a gorgeous day outside and I'm not outside. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! Oh yeah, I know. I'm scared shitless because my friend Hamza is coming over to take me for a ride on his motorcycle!
ON HIS MOTORCYCLE!
I have never been on a motorcycle, but I have been on a vespa. Though I shrieked the whole time I was on the vespa. So, I really don't know how this one is going to go, because Hamza has a Ducati which is a really tiny motorcycle. I don't know how I'm going fit on it, really.
YOU MAKE THE WHOLE WORLD WANNA DANCE.
I better go get in the shower now to prepare for this great fun day on a motorcycle. Woooooo!
Oh, Jesus.
God, I LOVE The Cranberries. I so wish they didn't break up. Such a great band.
It is a gorgeous day outside and I'm not outside. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! Oh yeah, I know. I'm scared shitless because my friend Hamza is coming over to take me for a ride on his motorcycle!
ON HIS MOTORCYCLE!
I have never been on a motorcycle, but I have been on a vespa. Though I shrieked the whole time I was on the vespa. So, I really don't know how this one is going to go, because Hamza has a Ducati which is a really tiny motorcycle. I don't know how I'm going fit on it, really.
YOU MAKE THE WHOLE WORLD WANNA DANCE.
I better go get in the shower now to prepare for this great fun day on a motorcycle. Woooooo!
Oh, Jesus.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Yawning
I am supposed to go hang out tonight with my friend. I'm yawning a bunch though. I forgot what else I was going to write. Um.. I guess that's all for today.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Jerome saves the day
I locked myself out of my apartment. Well, I forgot my keys, but Joe knew I forgot them. I told him, rather I texted him while at work earlier today and he told me he would tape them to the mail slot. I was happy with this, so I went along with my day and then went to my second job. I don't get out of my second job until early in the morning.
I came home and I reached into the mail slot and felt for the keys. They were taped a bit to far up for my mitts but I managed to grab one key and pull it out of the slot halfway. I tried to force the keys out this way but that didn't work. I then tried to put both my hands into the mail slot and grab the keys and tear them free of their taped tapestry, but that didn't work either. In a last ditch effort I reached up with my right hand and broke the tape, but the keys slipped through my fingers and down to the floor they went.
I stood there, perplexed. I decided that the best idea would be to ride the subway back into the city and walk around for a bit. So that's what I did. Except in the early morning hours in the city, there are a lot of sketchy characters roaming about. I kept my guard up and just kept walking with my eyes straight and my nose pointed skyward, arms rigged and ready for battle should the situation arise that they needed to be called to action, they would be ready.
After a couple of hours of roaming around the semi well lit Midtown, I decided to give the apartment situation another go and this time I landed in front of my door at 6:05 AM. I tried calling Joe, but that didn't work, he was sleeping. I called and called and called and called and called to no avail. Finally, I decided to go over to the coffee shop that is right around the corner from my place and get some coffee and some breakfast since at this point I still had no idea when I was going to get into my building.
I told the coffee shop owner of my plight. He's French so I don't think he understood me when I first explained myself. He's a very nice guy though, he made me a very nice coffee just the way I like it, and a scrumptious egg and cheese sandwich, I devoured it, of course. After I had finished eating my breakfast, it was about 6:30AM I tried ringing Joe again, I even tried calling my roommate. No one picked up.
I gathered some rocks and chucked them at the window. That didn't work. I tried calling my dogs name to see if he would wake up and in turn wake Joe up. That didn't work.
The bus driver even tried to help, he leaned on the horn to see if it would wake Joe up but it didn't work.
So, I went back to the cafe around 7:15AM.
I explained to Jerome that I had left my keys inside the apartment and he asked me where I lived and I told him that I was just around the corner and he said, "I come" and I was startled by this, since I really just wanted to sit in his cafe without having to buy anything for a couple of hours so I could give Joe enough time to wake up.
Jerome and I walked to my apartment and I told him that I lived on the second floor. I pointed out my windows to him and showed him the fire escape ladder that leads up to the windows. He promptly stood on the fire hydrant and made an awesome leap to try and catch the ladder to bring it down. it didn't work.
He then went and got a large trash bin and rolled it over to underneath the fire ladder. He stood on top of that and tried to pull it down. It wouldn't come down, and it was definitely stuck in that position. This did not stop Jerome though, he pulled himself up on that fire escape ladder like a gymnast and the whole time I was down on the ground calling to him to be careful. He climbed up and told Joe I was downstairs. Joe came down and let me in, he was so sad to see me standing there.
I watched Jerome leap to the ground effortlessly and I gave him a big hug.
I came home and I reached into the mail slot and felt for the keys. They were taped a bit to far up for my mitts but I managed to grab one key and pull it out of the slot halfway. I tried to force the keys out this way but that didn't work. I then tried to put both my hands into the mail slot and grab the keys and tear them free of their taped tapestry, but that didn't work either. In a last ditch effort I reached up with my right hand and broke the tape, but the keys slipped through my fingers and down to the floor they went.
I stood there, perplexed. I decided that the best idea would be to ride the subway back into the city and walk around for a bit. So that's what I did. Except in the early morning hours in the city, there are a lot of sketchy characters roaming about. I kept my guard up and just kept walking with my eyes straight and my nose pointed skyward, arms rigged and ready for battle should the situation arise that they needed to be called to action, they would be ready.
After a couple of hours of roaming around the semi well lit Midtown, I decided to give the apartment situation another go and this time I landed in front of my door at 6:05 AM. I tried calling Joe, but that didn't work, he was sleeping. I called and called and called and called and called to no avail. Finally, I decided to go over to the coffee shop that is right around the corner from my place and get some coffee and some breakfast since at this point I still had no idea when I was going to get into my building.
I told the coffee shop owner of my plight. He's French so I don't think he understood me when I first explained myself. He's a very nice guy though, he made me a very nice coffee just the way I like it, and a scrumptious egg and cheese sandwich, I devoured it, of course. After I had finished eating my breakfast, it was about 6:30AM I tried ringing Joe again, I even tried calling my roommate. No one picked up.
I gathered some rocks and chucked them at the window. That didn't work. I tried calling my dogs name to see if he would wake up and in turn wake Joe up. That didn't work.
The bus driver even tried to help, he leaned on the horn to see if it would wake Joe up but it didn't work.
So, I went back to the cafe around 7:15AM.
I explained to Jerome that I had left my keys inside the apartment and he asked me where I lived and I told him that I was just around the corner and he said, "I come" and I was startled by this, since I really just wanted to sit in his cafe without having to buy anything for a couple of hours so I could give Joe enough time to wake up.
Jerome and I walked to my apartment and I told him that I lived on the second floor. I pointed out my windows to him and showed him the fire escape ladder that leads up to the windows. He promptly stood on the fire hydrant and made an awesome leap to try and catch the ladder to bring it down. it didn't work.
He then went and got a large trash bin and rolled it over to underneath the fire ladder. He stood on top of that and tried to pull it down. It wouldn't come down, and it was definitely stuck in that position. This did not stop Jerome though, he pulled himself up on that fire escape ladder like a gymnast and the whole time I was down on the ground calling to him to be careful. He climbed up and told Joe I was downstairs. Joe came down and let me in, he was so sad to see me standing there.
I watched Jerome leap to the ground effortlessly and I gave him a big hug.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Avoiding...
The curser blinks on the page waiting to be moved with the words.
Joe says I'm avoiding him... what does that mean? Sometimes I can be aloof. My stomach hurts, my head hurts, I threw up yesterday. Snacks was really excited to see me yesterday when I came home. He was licking me all over my face and up my nose and in my mouth. It was probably the most sexual moments I have had with that dog. He sure knows how to show his love and then to go way overboard.
"You don't want to go to a Pumpkin Festival on Saturday, do you?" Joe just asked me.
He says his friend E is trying to get him to go. He says it sounds boring.
Snacks is now trying to communicate telepathically with Joe. He keeps putting his head on Joe's shoulder and staring at him. I don't blame him because Joe has been taking Snacks mountain biking recently and I am sure Snacks has become very fond of this activity. However, this is the day off, and he will have to wait until tomorrow to go again, but I don't think time is of any consequence to dogs.
Snacks just jumped up on my lap.
Anyway, I didn't mean to write about my dog a bunch, I meant to write about the miscommunication that is going on with me and Joe. I really think I am emotionally retarded sometimes and I just don't get it. It's very frustrating to me because my intentions are not to hurt his feeling but in reality, I am doing a champion job at it so far.
AAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!
How many chances to I get to fix this? Is it a lost cause? Can I take it back? Will he forgive me for another time? Is it his fault too? Is it anyone's fault? Do we even need to waste energy on this if it's just going to reach of mute point of misunderstanding time and time again and never really get resolved?
And how do I feel about all this? What is my stomach trying to communicate to me? Is it telling me that I really need to watch my step or that I really need to speak up or that I really need to keep my mouth shut?
I DON'T KNOW. And I could use some help. I'm drowning here trying to stay afloat and I think my life raft is about to sink. So if there is anyone out there who reads this blog and they want to share their thoughts on WHAT THE HELL I'M SUPPOSED TO DO;
I would really appreciate it, surely.
It is these times that I get the most confused. I'm 23 for God's Sake! I am not supposed to be thinking this deeply about life! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!
And I just want to keep typing and rambling on so I can get all this verbal diarrhea out of myself, and the weight will be lifted off and I will feel better. SO FAR IT IS NOT WORKING! WHAT IS GOING WRONG? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? SOMETIMES I THINK I SHOULD JUST GO BACK INTO LANDMARK EDUCATION AND SIGN UP FOR THE COMMUNICATION COURSE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Joe says I'm avoiding him... what does that mean? Sometimes I can be aloof. My stomach hurts, my head hurts, I threw up yesterday. Snacks was really excited to see me yesterday when I came home. He was licking me all over my face and up my nose and in my mouth. It was probably the most sexual moments I have had with that dog. He sure knows how to show his love and then to go way overboard.
"You don't want to go to a Pumpkin Festival on Saturday, do you?" Joe just asked me.
He says his friend E is trying to get him to go. He says it sounds boring.
Snacks is now trying to communicate telepathically with Joe. He keeps putting his head on Joe's shoulder and staring at him. I don't blame him because Joe has been taking Snacks mountain biking recently and I am sure Snacks has become very fond of this activity. However, this is the day off, and he will have to wait until tomorrow to go again, but I don't think time is of any consequence to dogs.
Snacks just jumped up on my lap.
Anyway, I didn't mean to write about my dog a bunch, I meant to write about the miscommunication that is going on with me and Joe. I really think I am emotionally retarded sometimes and I just don't get it. It's very frustrating to me because my intentions are not to hurt his feeling but in reality, I am doing a champion job at it so far.
AAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!
How many chances to I get to fix this? Is it a lost cause? Can I take it back? Will he forgive me for another time? Is it his fault too? Is it anyone's fault? Do we even need to waste energy on this if it's just going to reach of mute point of misunderstanding time and time again and never really get resolved?
And how do I feel about all this? What is my stomach trying to communicate to me? Is it telling me that I really need to watch my step or that I really need to speak up or that I really need to keep my mouth shut?
I DON'T KNOW. And I could use some help. I'm drowning here trying to stay afloat and I think my life raft is about to sink. So if there is anyone out there who reads this blog and they want to share their thoughts on WHAT THE HELL I'M SUPPOSED TO DO;
I would really appreciate it, surely.
It is these times that I get the most confused. I'm 23 for God's Sake! I am not supposed to be thinking this deeply about life! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!
And I just want to keep typing and rambling on so I can get all this verbal diarrhea out of myself, and the weight will be lifted off and I will feel better. SO FAR IT IS NOT WORKING! WHAT IS GOING WRONG? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? SOMETIMES I THINK I SHOULD JUST GO BACK INTO LANDMARK EDUCATION AND SIGN UP FOR THE COMMUNICATION COURSE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
at work
cant write very long because i am at my swinger club job right now. so i will edit this post and write more later.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sick. Sick.
The other day at work, I stood outside for an hour in the rain. Why would I do this? Because one of our clients has Multiple Sclerosis and she has to take an Access-A-Ride home. Except for it was raining and frigid and she didn't want to wait by herself.
So I went down with her.
And we waited. And waited. And waited. And finally she was all "Oh, well it's been long enough, so now I can call the dispatch and find out where the truck is."
So she calls. "Ten Minutes." They say.
Ten minutes goes by.
She calls again. "Ten Minutes" They say.
Ten minutes goes by.
She calls again. "Ten Minutes" They say.
Ten minutes goes by.
Then she's all.. "Well after a half an hour you can take a cab, but I forgot to ask for a confirmation code when I was on that last call."
So I was all, "Give me your phone, let me call them."
So I call them and they say the freaking truck is in BROOKLYN!
BROOKLYN, PEOPLE! We had been waiting outside for over an hour at that point!
I was all "I'm getting you a cab, this is ridiculous."
And she was all "Don't tell them I need help getting out"
Of course I didn't listen to her, because I don't want her to be in a car with jerk. So the first cabbie I asked turned me down and some concerned citizens were all "Did he say no?" "Oh my god, that should be a CRIME!"
And on top of this, she has to use the bathroom and neither of the restrooms on either side of us are accessible for her.
So she just has to hold it.
And then I finally get her a willing cabbie and he seems like a perfectly nice gent and I'm happy to send her off in his cab except now my hair is completely wet and I am freezing cold.
She kept asking me if I was going to get in trouble waiting with her and I was all, no of course i am not going to get in trouble. Besides, If I get in trouble for this, it's not a job I would want to have.
So I went down with her.
And we waited. And waited. And waited. And finally she was all "Oh, well it's been long enough, so now I can call the dispatch and find out where the truck is."
So she calls. "Ten Minutes." They say.
Ten minutes goes by.
She calls again. "Ten Minutes" They say.
Ten minutes goes by.
She calls again. "Ten Minutes" They say.
Ten minutes goes by.
Then she's all.. "Well after a half an hour you can take a cab, but I forgot to ask for a confirmation code when I was on that last call."
So I was all, "Give me your phone, let me call them."
So I call them and they say the freaking truck is in BROOKLYN!
BROOKLYN, PEOPLE! We had been waiting outside for over an hour at that point!
I was all "I'm getting you a cab, this is ridiculous."
And she was all "Don't tell them I need help getting out"
Of course I didn't listen to her, because I don't want her to be in a car with jerk. So the first cabbie I asked turned me down and some concerned citizens were all "Did he say no?" "Oh my god, that should be a CRIME!"
And on top of this, she has to use the bathroom and neither of the restrooms on either side of us are accessible for her.
So she just has to hold it.
And then I finally get her a willing cabbie and he seems like a perfectly nice gent and I'm happy to send her off in his cab except now my hair is completely wet and I am freezing cold.
She kept asking me if I was going to get in trouble waiting with her and I was all, no of course i am not going to get in trouble. Besides, If I get in trouble for this, it's not a job I would want to have.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Can you slip away?
I'm listening to this Clarence Carter song right now about adultery. He put it to a nice beat.
I saw Marge Simpson's pictorial for the November issue of Playboy and I have to say it has completely wrecked any idea I used to have about the Springfield matriarch. I am a bit of a mess about this. I thought seeing Marge's pictorial would be a liberating thing. But now whenever I watch the Simpson's I'm going to think about her pictorial and I won't be able to take her seriously anymore. I'll be like, "Look at you making breakfast, you God Damn hussy." She's forever disgraced in my mind. If Homer did a spread for Play Girl I would feel the same about him, so don't go calling me a hypocrite, now.
Here I am baby - Signed, Sealed, Delivered - I'm yours.
I like that song. It just finished playing now.
It's dreary and dark outside today. I don't hate the weather, but I don't particularly like it. It's kind of a mute point. It gives me plenty of excuses to not go outside, but I would rather it be sunny. Plus, I can take Snacks outside without freezing my buns off. Speaking of Snacks, we just got him back from an unintentional week at my mom's house and he has freaking doubled in size.
SEE?
He's enormous!
I saw Marge Simpson's pictorial for the November issue of Playboy and I have to say it has completely wrecked any idea I used to have about the Springfield matriarch. I am a bit of a mess about this. I thought seeing Marge's pictorial would be a liberating thing. But now whenever I watch the Simpson's I'm going to think about her pictorial and I won't be able to take her seriously anymore. I'll be like, "Look at you making breakfast, you God Damn hussy." She's forever disgraced in my mind. If Homer did a spread for Play Girl I would feel the same about him, so don't go calling me a hypocrite, now.
Here I am baby - Signed, Sealed, Delivered - I'm yours.
I like that song. It just finished playing now.
It's dreary and dark outside today. I don't hate the weather, but I don't particularly like it. It's kind of a mute point. It gives me plenty of excuses to not go outside, but I would rather it be sunny. Plus, I can take Snacks outside without freezing my buns off. Speaking of Snacks, we just got him back from an unintentional week at my mom's house and he has freaking doubled in size.
SEE?
He's enormous!
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
lady time
i have my lady time this week. my stomach hurts from cramps and i have my heating pad cranked up to its highest setting and its secured to my stomach via a sweater. I am trying to love my lady time. I really do. My lady time is good because it lets me know that I am not pregnant each month but it also reminds me of my fertility. It also lets me know of the choices I make every day to keep my body health, specifically the self cleaning oven called the vagina. Why is it that we don't like to say the word vagina but saying pussy or vag or kitty or poontang or snatch or box or pocketbook is just fine? IT IS CALLED A VAGINA!
I don't want to start echoing the vagina monologues but come on, people. I am a woman, not a girl, not a chick or a lady. a WOMAN and i have a VAGINA. And I like it like that.
I am going to my mom's tomorrow with Joe to pick up Snacks who has been there for the whole week. I am so excited to go pick him up. I miss him. My mom says he doesn't have any fleas but I don't believe her. I am taking the flea shampoo along. I think he will really like his home coming I am going to get him a big knuckle bone and maybe a new ball and he will love it. I hope that he remembers me and Joe. LOL.
Of course he does, I am just joshing. Joe kept telling me that he only missed Snacks when he dropped some food on the floor. I know he is lying though because when we took him to the vet that one time Joe was all protective and loving. He tries to hide it, but I know he loves that dog with all his might. And he has a lot of might.
I don't want to start echoing the vagina monologues but come on, people. I am a woman, not a girl, not a chick or a lady. a WOMAN and i have a VAGINA. And I like it like that.
I am going to my mom's tomorrow with Joe to pick up Snacks who has been there for the whole week. I am so excited to go pick him up. I miss him. My mom says he doesn't have any fleas but I don't believe her. I am taking the flea shampoo along. I think he will really like his home coming I am going to get him a big knuckle bone and maybe a new ball and he will love it. I hope that he remembers me and Joe. LOL.
Of course he does, I am just joshing. Joe kept telling me that he only missed Snacks when he dropped some food on the floor. I know he is lying though because when we took him to the vet that one time Joe was all protective and loving. He tries to hide it, but I know he loves that dog with all his might. And he has a lot of might.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Good Morning
This morning I got up and did my usual. I wrapped myself in my favorite pink towel, put on my slippers and sauntered out to the living room with the intention of going straight to the bathroom for a shower. That intention rarely realizes itself since I normally plop down in front of the computer and tool around on my usual websites (perez, dooce, sorry-mom, fmylife, thestranger) for a couple of hours until I eventually smell my armpits and get in the shower out of necessity.
I always check my blogs too, to see if there are any new comments and/or followers. I'm a bit obsessed I have to admit. If you are lurking this blog and you haven't become a follower, please do so, it will make my day. I know of a few of you I could confront, but I will not. I will let you become a follower in your own time.
Another component that is essential in my wake up time is Joe, but he's not here this morning, he's at a meeting he goes to every Thursday morning. So I don't have my smoothie or my egg on toast. It's tragic really, that I depend so much on him to feed me. But I love his food. I can make myself a bagel with cream cheese which is probably what I will do when I am done writing this entry.
I have got a day chalk full of work ahead of me. I have to go to my numero uno job and then to my swinger club job. busy day, busy day. So I made sure that I updated this morning so that I wouldn't have to update via my phone to keep my integrity to this blog intact. I like that I can update via my phone but it is tedious and I would rather do it on a computer, obviously because I am a pretty fast typer.
In any event, I hope all your mornings and afternoons and evenings go well, dear readers. Until tomorrow. Kisses and hugs to you all.
I always check my blogs too, to see if there are any new comments and/or followers. I'm a bit obsessed I have to admit. If you are lurking this blog and you haven't become a follower, please do so, it will make my day. I know of a few of you I could confront, but I will not. I will let you become a follower in your own time.
Another component that is essential in my wake up time is Joe, but he's not here this morning, he's at a meeting he goes to every Thursday morning. So I don't have my smoothie or my egg on toast. It's tragic really, that I depend so much on him to feed me. But I love his food. I can make myself a bagel with cream cheese which is probably what I will do when I am done writing this entry.
I have got a day chalk full of work ahead of me. I have to go to my numero uno job and then to my swinger club job. busy day, busy day. So I made sure that I updated this morning so that I wouldn't have to update via my phone to keep my integrity to this blog intact. I like that I can update via my phone but it is tedious and I would rather do it on a computer, obviously because I am a pretty fast typer.
In any event, I hope all your mornings and afternoons and evenings go well, dear readers. Until tomorrow. Kisses and hugs to you all.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Jury duty is OVAH!!
I am so happy that jury summons is over. I have eighty bucks coming to me in the next six to eight weeks.
My advice to anyone who gets a summons in the mail, BE HONEST ABOUT EVERYTHING. AND JUST GO AND GET IT OVER WITH.
so, the jury i was possibly going to be seated for, was going to be the jury for this personal injury trial where this little old lady is suing the city because she tripped and fell on a city sidewalk. So the city's lawyer gets up to ask questions and he's all "so, I have no reason to believe this lady is not a very nice older lady, so if she cries during cross examination, are you going to want her to win?"
And I was all "yeah, of course I'm going to want her to win"
shoot 'em straight, i'm telling you. They discharged me for that one sentence, i'm telling you. I was all set to head straight for the jury and then that came to light and BAM! OUT!
YAY!
In other happy news, I got a bank account today. I have been without a bank account for over a year. And now I have a new one. My new bank is Wachovia and I feel the need to share this because my friend J says that she thinks their slogan should be something like "Wachovia, We'll Watch Ovah Ya"
I love it.
I was out of an account because I over drafted on my old account and didn't pay the balance back in time so they iced me out. DO NOT OVERDRAFT BECAUSE THE BANKERS WILL F YOU UP!
Well, you can overdraft but you have to pay them back in a timely fashion. THAT IS THE GOLDEN RULE!
My advice to anyone who gets a summons in the mail, BE HONEST ABOUT EVERYTHING. AND JUST GO AND GET IT OVER WITH.
so, the jury i was possibly going to be seated for, was going to be the jury for this personal injury trial where this little old lady is suing the city because she tripped and fell on a city sidewalk. So the city's lawyer gets up to ask questions and he's all "so, I have no reason to believe this lady is not a very nice older lady, so if she cries during cross examination, are you going to want her to win?"
And I was all "yeah, of course I'm going to want her to win"
shoot 'em straight, i'm telling you. They discharged me for that one sentence, i'm telling you. I was all set to head straight for the jury and then that came to light and BAM! OUT!
YAY!
In other happy news, I got a bank account today. I have been without a bank account for over a year. And now I have a new one. My new bank is Wachovia and I feel the need to share this because my friend J says that she thinks their slogan should be something like "Wachovia, We'll Watch Ovah Ya"
I love it.
I was out of an account because I over drafted on my old account and didn't pay the balance back in time so they iced me out. DO NOT OVERDRAFT BECAUSE THE BANKERS WILL F YOU UP!
Well, you can overdraft but you have to pay them back in a timely fashion. THAT IS THE GOLDEN RULE!
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
i am watching the most boring movie
okay so i am at the movie theatree right now with joe updating with my phone. we are watching bright star which is the most boring fricken movie i have ever seen. joe says it is beautifully shot, but what do i know of that?
was at the courthouse today to sit for jury selection. spent almost the whole day twidling my thumbs and nearly fallingg asleep. my name was finally called at the beginning of lunch hour and even then i did not speak to the attorney's. i did, however get to sit in a selection room with 20 of my comrades and ten of them were empaneled for questioning. i sat and watched with the other ten. i got to read a good deal of barack obama's book dreams from my father. it is a very good book. president obama is a very good writer.
was at the courthouse today to sit for jury selection. spent almost the whole day twidling my thumbs and nearly fallingg asleep. my name was finally called at the beginning of lunch hour and even then i did not speak to the attorney's. i did, however get to sit in a selection room with 20 of my comrades and ten of them were empaneled for questioning. i sat and watched with the other ten. i got to read a good deal of barack obama's book dreams from my father. it is a very good book. president obama is a very good writer.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Jury duty is looming
I have to go to the court house and report for jury duty tomorrow! I don't know what to think about this! I thought that this would never actually happen! And since I don't have the guts to go in there and pretend to be a Russian Mail Order Bride, what am I going to do?!?
I do have another option. I could go in there and be all "Hi, you guys messed up the spelling of my first name, oh and also I have a mental disorder, called Bipolar Two disorder. I take mood stabilizing medication. What do you think about that? Do you still want me to sit on your Juror's bench?"
I already discussed having Jury Duty with my Shrink and she was all "I went before, it wasn't that bad, I got dismissed the first day"
And I was all "Oh yeah, you don't want to write me up a medical excuse so I can get out of this? Please? Pretty please?"
She totally didn't go for it. She was all, "No, you're fine."
I'm fine?!?! Then why do I have to come see your ass once every two weeks and every 90 days you have to write me another prescription for my mood stabilizer. Which by the way, does not have any refills ever. DO YOU NOT TRUST ME? I AM SENSING SOME DISTRUST IN OUR RELATIONSHIP. WE NEVER HAD ANY TRUST CONSIDERING YOU NEVER GAVE ME ANY DAMN REFILLS.
oiihag;kjbha'sdgha'lkdnsgakjbdgkasjbdkjbn/l.sdM ,Mbnkajsblkjnsm;OAKLJNakljnbd;glszka';sljn!!!!!
I HATE JURY DUTY already and I haven't gone yet!!!
I do have another option. I could go in there and be all "Hi, you guys messed up the spelling of my first name, oh and also I have a mental disorder, called Bipolar Two disorder. I take mood stabilizing medication. What do you think about that? Do you still want me to sit on your Juror's bench?"
I already discussed having Jury Duty with my Shrink and she was all "I went before, it wasn't that bad, I got dismissed the first day"
And I was all "Oh yeah, you don't want to write me up a medical excuse so I can get out of this? Please? Pretty please?"
She totally didn't go for it. She was all, "No, you're fine."
I'm fine?!?! Then why do I have to come see your ass once every two weeks and every 90 days you have to write me another prescription for my mood stabilizer. Which by the way, does not have any refills ever. DO YOU NOT TRUST ME? I AM SENSING SOME DISTRUST IN OUR RELATIONSHIP. WE NEVER HAD ANY TRUST CONSIDERING YOU NEVER GAVE ME ANY DAMN REFILLS.
oiihag;kjbha'sdgha'lkdnsgakjbdgkasjbdkjbn/l.sdM ,Mbnkajsblkjnsm;OAKLJNakljnbd;glszka';sljn!!!!!
I HATE JURY DUTY already and I haven't gone yet!!!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
the big dipper and orion
I saw the stars in the sky last night for the first time in what seems lik eons. The big dipper is especially beautiful to me because i have heard many songs written about it. geneally drom the slave era. the songs would tell the runaway slaves to follow the "drinking gourd" which is another name for the big dipper. specifically, they were supposed to follow the north star which is in the drinking gourd.
it is funny to me that my wv accent came back to me like a dam breaking into the deluge that engulfed the ninth ward. i starting adressing people as k how yall doing?" even if there was only one person there. so nostalgic.
i am writhing this entry via my verizon phone on the road as to not miss a day. i hope yall are proud of me. there will be an updated entry to my hedonistic hostess blog tonight for those of you that are interested.
it is funny to me that my wv accent came back to me like a dam breaking into the deluge that engulfed the ninth ward. i starting adressing people as k how yall doing?" even if there was only one person there. so nostalgic.
i am writhing this entry via my verizon phone on the road as to not miss a day. i hope yall are proud of me. there will be an updated entry to my hedonistic hostess blog tonight for those of you that are interested.
Friday, October 9, 2009
i'm in west virginia
Chilling in my hotel room. Went to my childhood friend Lydia's wedding reception. I ate some really good food. And a good cupcake, with yellow icing.
The Hedonistic Hostess
Here is the debut of my "other" blog. It is called The Hedonistic Hostess. Here is a link to it: The Hedonistic Hostess
I hope you all enjoy it. Remember, it has a content warning attached to it, so go inside and read at your own risk.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Mindless Self Indulgance
Listening to MSI is like listening to someone have a seizure, but in a really good way. I really like their music. They have a sound byte from one of their concerts on one of their albums and it goes like this:
"When I say YOU, you say SUCK"
"YOU"
"SUCK"
"YOU"
"SUCK"
"YOU"
"SUCK"
"DICK"
Very funny.
And their pandora radio station mixes with Nine Inch Nails, so that's a plus.
I really need to work on my spin off blog that I said I would make on Tuesday, but I did not. I am going to set it up when I am done with this entry and I will debut it tomorrow. I think it should be quite popular. I will put it on blast to open minded friends and see who bites. And of course I will post an ad to it on this blog. This blog with definitely continue, no questions asked.
I cannot stand sinus headaches. They make me angry now. I have one now, and It's really pissing me off.
Now for some good news.
Joe and I are going to Pennsylvania this Friday to go to the film festival and to see my first cousin once removed, Trent Lara. He's my cousin Tad's child. That makes Tad the first to reproduce out of the four children bore to my Aunt Emily. Her real name is Susan, but she prefers Emily, her middle name, so she goes by that, naturally. Tad says Trent is 3 and a half months old and he is already tipping the scales at a hefty 17 and a half lbs. That's one chunky baby. Well, Tad was never known for his svelte figure though. Trent is the third child of his girlfriend Missy whom he met in Alaska while he was stuck there due to receiving a DUI. I hope they are happy together.
That is all for now, I'm on to setting up the spin off blog.
"When I say YOU, you say SUCK"
"YOU"
"SUCK"
"YOU"
"SUCK"
"YOU"
"SUCK"
"DICK"
Very funny.
And their pandora radio station mixes with Nine Inch Nails, so that's a plus.
I really need to work on my spin off blog that I said I would make on Tuesday, but I did not. I am going to set it up when I am done with this entry and I will debut it tomorrow. I think it should be quite popular. I will put it on blast to open minded friends and see who bites. And of course I will post an ad to it on this blog. This blog with definitely continue, no questions asked.
I cannot stand sinus headaches. They make me angry now. I have one now, and It's really pissing me off.
Now for some good news.
Joe and I are going to Pennsylvania this Friday to go to the film festival and to see my first cousin once removed, Trent Lara. He's my cousin Tad's child. That makes Tad the first to reproduce out of the four children bore to my Aunt Emily. Her real name is Susan, but she prefers Emily, her middle name, so she goes by that, naturally. Tad says Trent is 3 and a half months old and he is already tipping the scales at a hefty 17 and a half lbs. That's one chunky baby. Well, Tad was never known for his svelte figure though. Trent is the third child of his girlfriend Missy whom he met in Alaska while he was stuck there due to receiving a DUI. I hope they are happy together.
That is all for now, I'm on to setting up the spin off blog.
snotty nose
My nose is running. I hate when I have a snotty nose. It's really annoying. Just recently, I had to run for a tissue because some snot was about to run out of my nose and unto the floor, and that's just gross.
Monday, October 5, 2009
"marriages were usually economic arrangements to ensure bloodlines..."
"Classical Greece was truly a man's world.. "
Wow. I am watching "The History of Sex" on The History Channel. It's very interesting because in classical greece there is a HUGE DOUBLE STANDARD around sex going on. The guys are out philandering with all these different call girls and then they still say that their 'dutiful' wives are the ones that are insatiable! WTF!!?
This makes no sense to me. But this is ancient greece! Those times have come and gone for sure. And I am glad. But the gender roles have not really changed. It is still largely considered okay for a man to have a large number of sexual partners 'notching the belt' if you will. And then women are shunned when it comes to the amount of her sexual partners or should she let on about her sexual prowess she will be looked on as nothing more than a sexual feast for a male passerby.
I have read a great deal about this conundrum that seems to be centuries old. The women, or the girl, lets say is supposed to be virginal and 'untouched' this is the image we as a society have created around women. And so it becomes almost a sociopath tendency for a woman to break from this mold in any way. However, many women do break this mold. Me being one of them, I would like to think. I don't know, perhaps you should ask my boyfriend and see what he tells you along the lines of the subject of me and my sociopath tendencies around my sex life and my sexual experiences.
Aaaagh. I don't know why I put so much importance on this subject! Well, because it's really important to me! Women need to be liberated! Did you know that in 13 states in this nation it is legal for pharmacy workers to deny a woman any form of birth control for 'religious differences' ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!
Not to mention that Texas is one of these states, and in Texas it's not uncommon for a 16 year old who just had unprotected sex to be upwards of 200 miles from the nearest pharmacy that she can go to for help. SO SHE IS PRETTY MUCH SCREWED and here we go 'welcoming' another child into the world that is not prepared for and/or loved! OMG. THIS IS RIDICULOUS! Right now as I type this up, anti choice forces are getting together and pooling their respective resources and trying to slash funding for local community health resources like Planned Parenthood!! WTF?! I go there for my GYN care. Come on now, I don't have actual insurance, I have medicaid and medicaid cannot cover everything, not saying that all insurance can cover everything, but I don't want to get cervical cancer!!
WE CANNOT AFFORD TO GO BACKWARDS, PEOPLE!
Okay, so I live in NYC why am I complaining? BECAUSE THE RELIGIOUS RIGHT IS TRYING TO SODOMIZE ME AS WELL! Okay, that was an odd choice of words maybe. But I DON'T CARE!! I will stand for reproductive freedom and for sexual freedom for women until the day I die, which is not going to be for a long time, like I explained in my last post.
I have really been ranting long enough, but I will tell you, my heart rate is really up. It is racing, my hackles are up and my hands are shaking. This is an issue that is very important to me and it's not just a woman's issue. Men need to look into this too, you men need to know your reproductive rights as well (especially your custody rights) because unfortunately for you, many states would rather the child you share in common live with his or her mother, even if you are a much more fit parent than she. It is truly sad because I surely have seen a comeuppance of very responsible single fathers who are really stepping up their game.
Okay, this is all for now, I feel a lot better after getting all this off my chest. Whew.
Wow. I am watching "The History of Sex" on The History Channel. It's very interesting because in classical greece there is a HUGE DOUBLE STANDARD around sex going on. The guys are out philandering with all these different call girls and then they still say that their 'dutiful' wives are the ones that are insatiable! WTF!!?
This makes no sense to me. But this is ancient greece! Those times have come and gone for sure. And I am glad. But the gender roles have not really changed. It is still largely considered okay for a man to have a large number of sexual partners 'notching the belt' if you will. And then women are shunned when it comes to the amount of her sexual partners or should she let on about her sexual prowess she will be looked on as nothing more than a sexual feast for a male passerby.
I have read a great deal about this conundrum that seems to be centuries old. The women, or the girl, lets say is supposed to be virginal and 'untouched' this is the image we as a society have created around women. And so it becomes almost a sociopath tendency for a woman to break from this mold in any way. However, many women do break this mold. Me being one of them, I would like to think. I don't know, perhaps you should ask my boyfriend and see what he tells you along the lines of the subject of me and my sociopath tendencies around my sex life and my sexual experiences.
Aaaagh. I don't know why I put so much importance on this subject! Well, because it's really important to me! Women need to be liberated! Did you know that in 13 states in this nation it is legal for pharmacy workers to deny a woman any form of birth control for 'religious differences' ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!
Not to mention that Texas is one of these states, and in Texas it's not uncommon for a 16 year old who just had unprotected sex to be upwards of 200 miles from the nearest pharmacy that she can go to for help. SO SHE IS PRETTY MUCH SCREWED and here we go 'welcoming' another child into the world that is not prepared for and/or loved! OMG. THIS IS RIDICULOUS! Right now as I type this up, anti choice forces are getting together and pooling their respective resources and trying to slash funding for local community health resources like Planned Parenthood!! WTF?! I go there for my GYN care. Come on now, I don't have actual insurance, I have medicaid and medicaid cannot cover everything, not saying that all insurance can cover everything, but I don't want to get cervical cancer!!
WE CANNOT AFFORD TO GO BACKWARDS, PEOPLE!
Okay, so I live in NYC why am I complaining? BECAUSE THE RELIGIOUS RIGHT IS TRYING TO SODOMIZE ME AS WELL! Okay, that was an odd choice of words maybe. But I DON'T CARE!! I will stand for reproductive freedom and for sexual freedom for women until the day I die, which is not going to be for a long time, like I explained in my last post.
I have really been ranting long enough, but I will tell you, my heart rate is really up. It is racing, my hackles are up and my hands are shaking. This is an issue that is very important to me and it's not just a woman's issue. Men need to look into this too, you men need to know your reproductive rights as well (especially your custody rights) because unfortunately for you, many states would rather the child you share in common live with his or her mother, even if you are a much more fit parent than she. It is truly sad because I surely have seen a comeuppance of very responsible single fathers who are really stepping up their game.
Okay, this is all for now, I feel a lot better after getting all this off my chest. Whew.
oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man,
I just said that while I stretched. for real. I can't keep quiet when I stretch. Usually I say Ahhhhh or Ohhhh but this morning I decided to go with the tried and true, but rarely used "oh man" in succession. Which made me smile, because I didn't know what to write for the subject of this blog entry so I just wrote that and that is how I came to be writing this run on sentence right here. How do you like that direct correlation, huh?
It's genius!!
So yesterday evening, I got a call from my spanish teacher from a different number I did not know. I picked up the call anyway. He asked me if getting that call from him was weird, but I said no, of course it is not weird. I think he might like me, but I don't know I also could be reading waaaaaay too much into cultural relativity here, so I don't know.
Plus, I don't have the $ to pay him right now, or rather I do but i would rather spend it on something else. Oh well, sucks for him. I told him I would be in touch soon. I think maybe he got a little worried that his cash cow was backing out on him? LOL.
Oh geez, it's not even nine in the morning yet and I'm up. This is very unusual for me, all things considered.
What are these things considered you ask? Oh, if you must know I will tell you. I was out last night into the wee hours of the morning. I was working my night job that I might make a spin off blog about soon, I don't know, though because it will show a side of me unknown to many but relished by a few. I am happy to have it, of course. I get paid in cash, which is even cooler. I think I will set up that spin off blog. Starting this Tuesday eve.
Will YOU read?
It's genius!!
So yesterday evening, I got a call from my spanish teacher from a different number I did not know. I picked up the call anyway. He asked me if getting that call from him was weird, but I said no, of course it is not weird. I think he might like me, but I don't know I also could be reading waaaaaay too much into cultural relativity here, so I don't know.
Plus, I don't have the $ to pay him right now, or rather I do but i would rather spend it on something else. Oh well, sucks for him. I told him I would be in touch soon. I think maybe he got a little worried that his cash cow was backing out on him? LOL.
Oh geez, it's not even nine in the morning yet and I'm up. This is very unusual for me, all things considered.
What are these things considered you ask? Oh, if you must know I will tell you. I was out last night into the wee hours of the morning. I was working my night job that I might make a spin off blog about soon, I don't know, though because it will show a side of me unknown to many but relished by a few. I am happy to have it, of course. I get paid in cash, which is even cooler. I think I will set up that spin off blog. Starting this Tuesday eve.
Will YOU read?
Saturday, October 3, 2009
so, somebody drowned in there before there was any water.
What? This is a sentence I overheard while walking the streets of new york today. What does that mean? It makes absolutely no sense. How can you drown without any water? Maybe they were talking about NEW water. Maybe the old water was still in the place where the person drowned and they came back to fill it up with new water the next day and OOOOPS there's a dead body in here. Well, just what in hell are you going to do about that? I don't know.
This is why I cannot work in any kind of detective profession. Especially homicide. I would faint, I wouldn't even make it past my first day of work without running out the door and sprinting home, dead bolting my apartment door shut with 876,259,724 new locks that I just picked up at the nearest hardware store which coincidentally is not that far from here (home depot) and then I would crawl under the covers and cry and cry and cry and cry, and then I would hope and pray that I get to die at the ripe old age of 102 in my sleep. With no illnesses to speak of, of course, just a nice old lady with a couple of cats who outlived her husband and now has a whole wad of cash to leave to her heirs when she passes on, which will be in her sleep without any illnesses to speak of and with a couple of cats which will then go and live with her favorite great grand children (these will be the ones that spend the most time with her.)
Yes, that is what I would do.
But this does not explain why I enjoy watching real life crime dramas on TV (ie. Cold Case on A&E) Joe thinks I'm silly for watching them, but I say it is because I like it when the bad guys get caught. And it's true, I do. I still cant look at any heinous footage though. My stomach turns. ,
I can't watch scary movies either. Nope, no way.
I went to watch, I think it was Wanted? with joe. That movie where they spin bullets and stuff. I think you know what I am talking about...
Anyway, I almost had to leave because I was getting nauseous.
I have started working out at the gym again. I just finished my second day today. I am very sleepy. I almost did not wake up for dinner. I took a lot of cat naps and ate lots of chicken. Mmmm chicken.
Okay, vegans, what's up with that? I'm not hating on you or anything, but, CHICKEN!!! it tastes so gooooooood! And you guys don't just not eat chicken, you also say that cheese makes you fat! What? Okay maybe it can make you fat, but I don't think I have to worry about that in the slightest at the moment because my body looks really really good, and now that I am working out with my trainer again it's going to look even better!
So, SUCK ON THAT, VEGANS!!
This is why I cannot work in any kind of detective profession. Especially homicide. I would faint, I wouldn't even make it past my first day of work without running out the door and sprinting home, dead bolting my apartment door shut with 876,259,724 new locks that I just picked up at the nearest hardware store which coincidentally is not that far from here (home depot) and then I would crawl under the covers and cry and cry and cry and cry, and then I would hope and pray that I get to die at the ripe old age of 102 in my sleep. With no illnesses to speak of, of course, just a nice old lady with a couple of cats who outlived her husband and now has a whole wad of cash to leave to her heirs when she passes on, which will be in her sleep without any illnesses to speak of and with a couple of cats which will then go and live with her favorite great grand children (these will be the ones that spend the most time with her.)
Yes, that is what I would do.
But this does not explain why I enjoy watching real life crime dramas on TV (ie. Cold Case on A&E) Joe thinks I'm silly for watching them, but I say it is because I like it when the bad guys get caught. And it's true, I do. I still cant look at any heinous footage though. My stomach turns. ,
I can't watch scary movies either. Nope, no way.
I went to watch, I think it was Wanted? with joe. That movie where they spin bullets and stuff. I think you know what I am talking about...
Anyway, I almost had to leave because I was getting nauseous.
I have started working out at the gym again. I just finished my second day today. I am very sleepy. I almost did not wake up for dinner. I took a lot of cat naps and ate lots of chicken. Mmmm chicken.
Okay, vegans, what's up with that? I'm not hating on you or anything, but, CHICKEN!!! it tastes so gooooooood! And you guys don't just not eat chicken, you also say that cheese makes you fat! What? Okay maybe it can make you fat, but I don't think I have to worry about that in the slightest at the moment because my body looks really really good, and now that I am working out with my trainer again it's going to look even better!
So, SUCK ON THAT, VEGANS!!
Friday, October 2, 2009
Don't be a fool
I forgot to tell you guys about something that happened a week or so ago. I was walking in Union Square, as I often am, in the afternoon and I walked by the outer fence of the park. It was after school had gotten out and all these unruly young people were perched upon said outer fence. One of the girls was screeching out the word "penis" at various intervals, at different audible levels so that all the passerby could hear her.
Any other day, I would find this amusing, I really would. But having just previously seen the movie 500 days of Summer wherein there is a scene in which Summer calls out the word "penis"in a park much like the aforementioned scenario.
And it just so happened that just as I was walking in front of the girl calling out the word "penis" she screeched it so loudly that my hand whipped up to my ear to cover it, involuntarily. I stopped in my tracks, turned to her and said "Stop watching 500 days of Summer, OK?" To which one of the boys perched upon the fence responded with "OOOOH" and the girl called out to me to stop being a crack head as I walked away.
Ah, kids these days.
Any other day, I would find this amusing, I really would. But having just previously seen the movie 500 days of Summer wherein there is a scene in which Summer calls out the word "penis"in a park much like the aforementioned scenario.
And it just so happened that just as I was walking in front of the girl calling out the word "penis" she screeched it so loudly that my hand whipped up to my ear to cover it, involuntarily. I stopped in my tracks, turned to her and said "Stop watching 500 days of Summer, OK?" To which one of the boys perched upon the fence responded with "OOOOH" and the girl called out to me to stop being a crack head as I walked away.
Ah, kids these days.
Don't stop, don't stop till you get enough!
The seasons are changing, the seasons are changing! Fall is coming, fall is coming! Well, technically fall is already here. But it really hasn't shown its true colors until the past day or so.
I gotta stop having these late nights.
But they are so much fun!!
The pro's and con's of life, I say. Never ending conundrum.
I am developing a bit of wanderlust. I don't know if this is a good thing, because it is a major factor in what drove my parents apart after more than 20 years of marriage...
My dog is pleading with me right now to play with him. Pleading, I say.
Okay, we (me and joe) just spent all this time running around the living room chasing snacks and now I think he (snacks) is sufficiently tired out.
I am not tired out because I have been sleeping most of the day. It's the late nights I tell you, those late nights that open my eyes to so many aspects of humanity. I am thinking of starting a spin-off blog about my late nights on Tuesday and Thursday nights and see where that goes. Of course, I will have to conceal the identities of the unknowingly story participants.
I gotta stop having these late nights.
But they are so much fun!!
The pro's and con's of life, I say. Never ending conundrum.
I am developing a bit of wanderlust. I don't know if this is a good thing, because it is a major factor in what drove my parents apart after more than 20 years of marriage...
My dog is pleading with me right now to play with him. Pleading, I say.
Okay, we (me and joe) just spent all this time running around the living room chasing snacks and now I think he (snacks) is sufficiently tired out.
I am not tired out because I have been sleeping most of the day. It's the late nights I tell you, those late nights that open my eyes to so many aspects of humanity. I am thinking of starting a spin-off blog about my late nights on Tuesday and Thursday nights and see where that goes. Of course, I will have to conceal the identities of the unknowingly story participants.
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