January 2010
31 posts
My NYE rememberances.
2008 - Being in a classic “closed door in a bedroom at a party” scenerio with a crush and the possibilities being foiled by upchuckness.
2007 - Getting completely obliterated and accosting 2/3 of my friends (male/famale) then being taken home by the bar owner because I almost cracked my head open at their bar. Also, falling out of the car and getting wedged...
2010 will find me kind of sad. I’m away from friends and will be sober. I will probably find myself asleep for it.
le sigh
I think, overall, 2009 was a sobering year; methphorically and literally. I needed that.
Next year is it.
December 2009
20 posts
Music: Lady GaGa - Bad Romance →
talkingfries:
This shit is going to get my ass conditioned for the 10k. Seriously, I might have to send her a thank you note.
Ditto, without the 10K part or, really , the conditioninn part.
I went on an F-book site for a friend who passed away in college. She was really young and was so full of life. You know, everyone usually says that about somebody but, really, in her case, it was true. You have to wonder, if she was so full of life, why she passed away?
Anyway, I just wanted to check it out for old times sake and realized that people still post things on her page as if she...
This X-Mas didn’t feel much like Christmas. I don’t mean to say it was bad it simply just did not feel a whole lot different than any other day.
I fear I’m getting to old for this.
I love and hate gift cards. I love them because I can get whatever it is I want but I hate them because it means that they either A) didn’t know me enough to find something for me or B) didn’t really want to.
I don’t know, I hate buying giftcards for people because it takes all the fun out of buying gifts. Giving and recieving gifts isn’t REALLY about expecting to get...
One of those
I declared at work today that I used to be one of the Drama kids in high school and that that made me cool. I was quickly made to understand that, no, nobody really thought I was cool.
It made me laugh. A lot.
Fall-ter-ing
I end up developing mad crushes on people with whom I can hold and extended conversation that is well informed, highly critical, partially judgmental, and in which my declared love for synthesizers is understood to be self-depricating AND self-agrandizing at the same time.
Unfortunately, they are always straight dudes who would never succumb to my inept ways of seduction…
Type Cast
Somebody played a practical joke on me at work today. It involved a semi-soft cat turd. I kind of felt like I was in junior high when the cool kids would play a prank on you and you would get kind of excited about it because it meant that you were at least cool enough for them to take the time to do it. It really had nothing to do with that but I felt like that anyway.
Bad Face(book)
Facebook is starting to freak me out a little.
I, apparently, was unfriendable for who knows how long but I changed that a few months ago. I have thus been sought after by old aquaintances, dare I say “friends,” and it’s kind of freaking me out to see how much they have NOT changed!!!
More than that, however, is how incompatable we are to each other in terms of being...
“The company’s advertising campaign is about “high performance,” and Mr. Woods...”
– -NYT
I beg to differ
talkingfries:
“Izm, smizm! Sometimes I wanna tell Ms Rain shut up with all the IZM stuff. But she my teacher so I don’t tell her shut up. I don’t know what ‘realism’ mean but I do know what REALITY is and it’s a motherfucker, lemme tell you.”
—
Precious, from Push by Sapphire.
Let me just say, this book is kind of tearing my heart apart.
I read this in one night because I just...
Out with the Old.
About twice a year, I throw half of what I own out. I do it in a sort of macro-version of how I shop.
Everything I want goes in my basket/cart without much reservation and then, the closer I get to the register, I begin to question how essential each item is. Usually, I end up putting just about everything back because, well, I don’t really need it.
My aversion to “things”...
A Vote for Pessimism →
Unpoetic Justice
I’m not really into poetry anymore. I’m not really sure why but 95% of the time I can’t help but scoff at the poetry I read. It’s funny because, back in my angsty teenage years and slightly less angsty early 20’s, I wrote A LOT of poetry. Literallly.
I blame the internet and it’s adherence to truncated thought patterns. I used to go to poetry for that but...
Hateration
When is it exactly that we begin to loathe the person we once were?
In the past, say, five years I’ve begun to play the role of the adult to the young people I encounter that were just like me and my friends when I was young. You know, they think they’re being cool by talking too loud about innappropriate things in public or that thier often ungrounded opinions are so original and...
Faux Real
Two fur coat sightings today: leapord and black. And a muff. Possibly a vampire.
Declartions are for the weak!
And yet another attempt at staying relevant…