Tuesday, September 27, 2005

First things first: I just read that Donald Trump's wife is pregnant. You do realize that this means DONALD TRUMP IS GETTING LAID AND I AM NOT.

Next: I also read somewhere, a long time ago, on a blog out there somewhere a quote that read "You don't have to work for an asshole." And while I will not write about work here on the internet, I will say this: I was repeating those words to myself for well over 15 minutes today, with such a mixture of anger and sadness that I was getting quite incensed in the car on my way home, so much so that I had to stop at the Cider Mill for some distraction.

Which brings me to my next point: THE CIDER MILL! THEEEEEEE CIDER MILL. The Cider Mill. The Cider Mill. The Cider Mill. I think you get my point here.

Also: I'm becoming increasingly aware that my general bad mood-slash-negativity is actually, imagine this!, apparent to other people and that it may be annoying. There's nothing I dread more in the world than being that girl. Well, except maybe childbirth. But seriously, gross, who wants to be the annoying, negative person in the group. On the other hand, I hate just grinning and bearing it (you know what I mean.....) Eh, who the fuck cares anyway. I'm so bored by what I just wrote.

On that note, I think I'm going to go bowling tonight. You know, hurl large, heavy objects around...

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Now that my hissy fit is over (READ: I'm bi-polar), I can talk about other things, such as:

-How scary it is when my dog is asleep, with her eyes rolled back in her head, but her eyelids are open so all I see is the whites of her eyes plus the blood red of her eyelids, then she starts shaking and howling in her sleep. I feel like it's a preview to the movie The Exorcism of Emily Rose. It's really fucking freaky. I don't know if I should go grab myself a rosary or some vinegar or something that wards off evil spirits... at any rate, I'm scared to get up from my computer for the fear of awakening a demon who has taken over her body or something. Okay, enough about the dog...

-Change is good. I told someone that recently, and am going to try and make myself belive it's true for myself as well. Well, I know it's true, but I just need to execute now. Blah blah.

-The last episode of Six Feet Under? Make me cry like a baby every single time! At first, I thought it was just because I was PMSing or something, you know, being a woman and all. Then I thought I got that lump in my throat because I was getting sick, but nope, the floodgates that are my tearducts decided to give way and pour open. Honestly, I'm a little saddened it's over. Like, my life feels a little less great. Is that fucked up? Is it?

-A little eye contact can do wonders. Friday morning, after a night of drinking like I was in college or something (I actually went out twice for drinks, in one night. This, I swear, is a rarity.), I stopped at Starbucks to get my new drink, a Venti shaken passion tea with Valencia. Actually, I got two because I was so parched. Anyway, I was in a Debbie-kind-of-mood, and the kid behind the counter made eye contact with me and smiled. And I have to tell you? It kind of warmed my frigid heart. Isn't that a sweet story?

-Note to self, and to internet: Find out when Dairy Delux closes for the season. I'll be damned if I miss going there one last time this 'summer'.

-So, Tiger's game tomorrow. While I find baseball to be just about the last sport I would ever choose to watch, I am excited to get out to Detroit/Comerica Park. I've only been there once, if memory serves me right, and it's about damn time I get back there. Shout-out to Kare/Jame for the brill ide. (See how I'm in the habit now of not finishing spelling words? WTF?)

-Some people suck!!
Holy hell, I'm really fucking awkward. I totally lied about having sassy stories, as I only had 1 drink, did not act or try to act social one single bit, and was almost pouting. I am becoming a cautionary tale! This is not right!!

Hell, I am writing a post on a 'blog' at 12:30 on a Saturday night. At my parent's house. Who are not even home. Meaning I have the entire house to myself! To throw parties, or have one-night-stands, or go buck wild. Instead I berate myself and drink red wine while watching Sex and the City reruns while totally and utterly ignoring the blatant signs of being a total fucking loser.

Saturday, September 10, 2005

The good news is, I'm not in love with you, I'm just in love with your type. While this is not groundbreaking news, it is somewhat comforting.

Kids, hold on to the seat of your pants... and refresh often! I expect to write some sassy blogs tonight while buzzed. I am even somewhat "dressed up" so I can hope to have at least one good story, including but not limited to being hit on by 40-year-old men. Ah, to be single and 23...

Wednesday, September 7, 2005

How have you been lately? Business as usual? I feel I could use more excitement these days, you know? I find myself bored at times, and I'm too young to be bored. Ever get that feeling? Like I should be doing awesome, crazy things. Maybe I watch too many movies.

Ah, such is life. Wise words from my main FW man MW. Other words to live by:

"You was a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up?"

In very related news, I need to get drunkenly silly and make-out.

In not so related news, YOUR MOM.