The Teacher and I often find ourselves with varying viewpoints, specifically when it comes to household projects. It is nothing too severe, he just tends to be a bit of an optimist and I am a starch realist. When he tells me that we are almost done with a project and I learn that we are only half done, I am always disappointed. Almost should mean that a majority is complete. If we are half done I want to hear that we are half done.
When being an optimist is always seen in such a positive light and therefore pessimistism is so negative, where does a realist sit? Is being a realist an ambivalent quality?
Realism is underrated. We see the negative, but we see the positive too, the silver lining if you might. We aren't down on the situation, but we aren't naively elated either. We take everything with a grain of salt. Realists see the world for what it is, celebrate the feats, and mourn the losses.
A realist:
will acknowledge that it was a bummer that we had to forfeit our kickball game last week, but realize that the pickup game we played instead was so much fun.
will know that the winter cold is coming, but fall is so beautiful while it is here.
will be sad for our friend Bear who is going through a break up, but knows he will bounce back better than before because there are a ton of girls in kickball excited about his newly single status.
is a little disappointed that there is no wine in the house, but there is beer!
has been a little bored at work lately, but has a plan for a rebuild project on GrungeGeekDesign.com in the works and is excited to be working on that instead.
knows that bad things are happening in the economy, but has a plan to become a subsistence farmer and stand on the bread lines if need be.
may be impatient but knows that good things come to those who wait.
might have been moderately terrible at swing dancing at Coach's wedding, but hey, it was only the second time I've even tried!
I guess realism is a little bit of both, some optimism and some pessimism, and that can't be all that bad, can it?
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If a picture is worth a thousand words...
Friday, July 27, 2007
While attempting to take a picture of something I thought was funny while slightly buzzed I realized that my camera phone was full of silly pictures. Too full in fact to take more pictures, but all the images were great memories I didn't want to erase. So therefore, for your viewing pleasure I have downloaded the good ones and made room for even more!
Flick, doing something silly on her birthday at OSHO.
Coach with the Birthday Crown.
Bear, not really sure what he is doing.
Mako the horse.
The kickball cake that Tine baked for the King of Kickball's birthday.
The King of Kickball himself wearing the birthday crown.
The King again.
Me and my Olivia.
Flick's boobs.
My boobs. I'm keeping this one for proof to my kids someday that mom was hot.
Some random guy who seems to look just like Sawyer. 
Tucker, wearing the Birthday Crown.
Flick, doing something silly on her birthday at OSHO.
Coach with the Birthday Crown.
Bear, not really sure what he is doing.
Mako the horse.
The kickball cake that Tine baked for the King of Kickball's birthday.
The King of Kickball himself wearing the birthday crown.
The King again.
Me and my Olivia.
Flick's boobs.
My boobs. I'm keeping this one for proof to my kids someday that mom was hot.
Some random guy who seems to look just like Sawyer. 
Tucker, wearing the Birthday Crown.
I need a vacation from my own head
Friday, July 20, 2007
This entire week has been one big drama fest. I was burned out on all this gossip and mellorchy by Tuesday, and now, another three days later, I'm in dire need of a few calm days.
The week started off with a couple of our friends hooking up, which in turn pissed of Flick as he is her ex-fb and she is supposed to be a good friend of hers. Then Bear got panicky about this new girl he is dating, spent hours on the phone with hm going over the pros and cons. Wednesday was spiked with anxiety when Flick's dog attacked her and sent her to the ER. And of course Boy #7's constant attempt to determine if he loves his gf or not has been riddled throughout the entire week.
Like I said, the drama my friends were experiencing was enough of a burden on me and just as I thought I was escaping without my own personal mess I had to go ahead and make it for myself.
Wyoming has been on vacation all week but we have still spoken every now and then. I made the unfortunate mistake of telling him that I missed which just snowballed.
Me: I miss you.
Wyoming:...
Me: The proper reply to that is I miss you too.
Wyoming:...well I do miss you.
I felt bad for forcing him into telling me he missed me. I learned a long time ago that digging for compliments doesn't get you anywhere. I called him back later to apologize and it just fell into a clusterfuck of a conversation that actually wouldn't be the worst of the night. He said he didn't want to say it because saying "I miss you" is a like a commitment thing. Um ok. I don't get it. But whatever.
I called Bear, sad, confused, lonely, upset, convinced that I had just ruined everything with Wyoming. (Which is still yet to be seen) After being on the phone with him for hours on Tuesday I get thirty fucking seconds of his precious time because his new gf is so ultimately important? "Your fine, gotta go, talk to you tomorrow"
I then spent the rest of the night sleeplessly angry, embarrassed and insulted. I got up bright and early and sent him the calmest, point driven, angry email I have ever written. He spent the morning leaving me countless messages and emails until I got into work and decided to speak to him. He had no idea I was crying when I called. Sometimes I hate him. Sometimes I love him. Sometimes I hate him because I love him. Sometimes I just want to get in my car, drive until I get tired and not answer my phone no matter what. Which hotel chain is it that allows pets?
The week started off with a couple of our friends hooking up, which in turn pissed of Flick as he is her ex-fb and she is supposed to be a good friend of hers. Then Bear got panicky about this new girl he is dating, spent hours on the phone with hm going over the pros and cons. Wednesday was spiked with anxiety when Flick's dog attacked her and sent her to the ER. And of course Boy #7's constant attempt to determine if he loves his gf or not has been riddled throughout the entire week.
Like I said, the drama my friends were experiencing was enough of a burden on me and just as I thought I was escaping without my own personal mess I had to go ahead and make it for myself.
Wyoming has been on vacation all week but we have still spoken every now and then. I made the unfortunate mistake of telling him that I missed which just snowballed.
Me: I miss you.
Wyoming:...
Me: The proper reply to that is I miss you too.
Wyoming:...well I do miss you.
I felt bad for forcing him into telling me he missed me. I learned a long time ago that digging for compliments doesn't get you anywhere. I called him back later to apologize and it just fell into a clusterfuck of a conversation that actually wouldn't be the worst of the night. He said he didn't want to say it because saying "I miss you" is a like a commitment thing. Um ok. I don't get it. But whatever.
I called Bear, sad, confused, lonely, upset, convinced that I had just ruined everything with Wyoming. (Which is still yet to be seen) After being on the phone with him for hours on Tuesday I get thirty fucking seconds of his precious time because his new gf is so ultimately important? "Your fine, gotta go, talk to you tomorrow"
I then spent the rest of the night sleeplessly angry, embarrassed and insulted. I got up bright and early and sent him the calmest, point driven, angry email I have ever written. He spent the morning leaving me countless messages and emails until I got into work and decided to speak to him. He had no idea I was crying when I called. Sometimes I hate him. Sometimes I love him. Sometimes I hate him because I love him. Sometimes I just want to get in my car, drive until I get tired and not answer my phone no matter what. Which hotel chain is it that allows pets?
Sex in the Suburbs
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Bear and I were discussing modern day relationships and the role that myspace plays in the aspects of clarity of exclusivity.
Two sets of my friends whom are dating don't have each other in their top friends. My Ex and his current gf have been dating for ten months or so now and he still calls himself single on myspace.
At what point do you have the top friends conversation? When do you say, I'm not seeing anyone else and I want you to change your taken status on myspace? Do we do away with the boyfriend/ girlfriend discussion and instead talk about our profile updates? Why did Carrie Bradshaw never have this issue, and will we see this issue brought up in the new Sex and City movie?
Two sets of my friends whom are dating don't have each other in their top friends. My Ex and his current gf have been dating for ten months or so now and he still calls himself single on myspace.
At what point do you have the top friends conversation? When do you say, I'm not seeing anyone else and I want you to change your taken status on myspace? Do we do away with the boyfriend/ girlfriend discussion and instead talk about our profile updates? Why did Carrie Bradshaw never have this issue, and will we see this issue brought up in the new Sex and City movie?
11 Days and Counting
Thursday, January 11, 2007
11 days into the new year and so much has been going on. I feel like I am on the cusp of a significant change in my life, which is good, because it's been a long time coming.
After the Bear situation officially ended before it officially began I decided to try match.com again. I had met the Ex through eharmony and while that didn't work out, there doesn't really seem to be much incentive for me to stay off of the Internet. I mean, my friends are amazing, I love them, but no one is really bringing any new meat to the table so to speak. I'm stagnated in our clique with no new potential men coming in. No news yet, I'll certainly let you know when something happens worth blogging about.
Work has also been a sincere bane on my existence. The bosses officially announced that they are selling the company which always allows for lots of turmoil. But more so, based on things I can not discuss, there is distinct possibility that my position is in grave jeopardy. And then there was last Friday, the day I finally pulled together the balls to ask for the raise which was laid out for me two years ago when I was hired. Even after the bosses specifically saying that it was business as usual until there is any definitive answer on the sale of the company I was turned down flat. Not only did I not get the 10K I was expecting, I got nothing at all. The search must begin in earnest now. I have been half heatedly looking for a new job for a while now, but nothing too serious. It is time to focus.
My sister had the baby on Saturday. The Prince of Kickball has entered the world, and let me tell you, he is a cutie. I always forget how little they start out. Since I see Bug and Bee so often it never seems like they are really growing, but man, they used to be tiny. Prince wasn't so small in terms of babies, weighing in somewhere around 8 pounds but, he's smaller then a sack of flour, but much more cuddly.
Even though my sister was home by Monday afternoon I decided to take a couple of extra days off of work. I was much too livid to deal with my job after the decanting of the raise. I claimed my sister only went into labor on Sunday evening and played hookie until today. I enjoyed a couple of days browsing for tile for my kitchen, relaxing in the quietness of the mid-day gym, and catching up on sleep, because well, you just don't get a lot of it when you get to share your three year old niece's bed for two nights.
After the Bear situation officially ended before it officially began I decided to try match.com again. I had met the Ex through eharmony and while that didn't work out, there doesn't really seem to be much incentive for me to stay off of the Internet. I mean, my friends are amazing, I love them, but no one is really bringing any new meat to the table so to speak. I'm stagnated in our clique with no new potential men coming in. No news yet, I'll certainly let you know when something happens worth blogging about.
Work has also been a sincere bane on my existence. The bosses officially announced that they are selling the company which always allows for lots of turmoil. But more so, based on things I can not discuss, there is distinct possibility that my position is in grave jeopardy. And then there was last Friday, the day I finally pulled together the balls to ask for the raise which was laid out for me two years ago when I was hired. Even after the bosses specifically saying that it was business as usual until there is any definitive answer on the sale of the company I was turned down flat. Not only did I not get the 10K I was expecting, I got nothing at all. The search must begin in earnest now. I have been half heatedly looking for a new job for a while now, but nothing too serious. It is time to focus.
My sister had the baby on Saturday. The Prince of Kickball has entered the world, and let me tell you, he is a cutie. I always forget how little they start out. Since I see Bug and Bee so often it never seems like they are really growing, but man, they used to be tiny. Prince wasn't so small in terms of babies, weighing in somewhere around 8 pounds but, he's smaller then a sack of flour, but much more cuddly.
Even though my sister was home by Monday afternoon I decided to take a couple of extra days off of work. I was much too livid to deal with my job after the decanting of the raise. I claimed my sister only went into labor on Sunday evening and played hookie until today. I enjoyed a couple of days browsing for tile for my kitchen, relaxing in the quietness of the mid-day gym, and catching up on sleep, because well, you just don't get a lot of it when you get to share your three year old niece's bed for two nights.
Ending on a High Note
Friday, December 22, 2006
I don't really feel like talking about it right now, but I thought everyone should know that the Bear situation is officially over, not that it really actually began. I've been getting a bit tired of the way things were going and basically needed him to shit or get off the pot. I hadn't really intended on necessarily doing it last night, but it just basically came out. He had no intentions of ever actually dating me and didn't understand why I thought that this fake dating thing was only short term. Needless to say, one more failed relationship, only ten thousand more to go.
What? That's it?
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
I've been desperately trying to find the best way to close out this year through blogdom. Coming up with nothing good. I feel like 2006 deserves a great post. An amazing denouement capitalizing on the great people, great times, great memories that 2006 encompassed because it really was a great year.
I met a ton of great people this year mostly due to kickball (just can't stop raving about that kickball.) There were four different boys in my life this year, now that is a red letter year for me. The Ex-, Oregon, Boy #7 and Bear all graced the pages of this blog from time to time.
I spent the first night in my own home this year. Of course I will now be in debt for 30 years but so completely worth it. I spent hours covered in sawdust remodeling the house and plenty more on my hands on knees working in my garden. Again, totally worth it. I hope to do the same again this year.
I got drunk until I puked on my birthday this year.
I made more friends than I lost this year.
I paid off my car this year.
I smoked the Maryjane for the first time ever this year (yeah I know, I'm a late bloomer)
I drew on a huge penis this year.
I saw more fireworks on the 4th of July than I can actually recall this year.
I watched Bug go from calling me Tante Yoda to Laura this year.
I watched Bee roll over, crawl and walk this year.
I had lots of casual sex this year.
I've lost a lot of memories from too many Vodka tonics this year.
I hope everyone has had as good as a year as I've had and please remind me of anything good that happened should i have forgotten.
I met a ton of great people this year mostly due to kickball (just can't stop raving about that kickball.) There were four different boys in my life this year, now that is a red letter year for me. The Ex-, Oregon, Boy #7 and Bear all graced the pages of this blog from time to time.
I spent the first night in my own home this year. Of course I will now be in debt for 30 years but so completely worth it. I spent hours covered in sawdust remodeling the house and plenty more on my hands on knees working in my garden. Again, totally worth it. I hope to do the same again this year.
I got drunk until I puked on my birthday this year.
I made more friends than I lost this year.
I paid off my car this year.
I smoked the Maryjane for the first time ever this year (yeah I know, I'm a late bloomer)
I drew on a huge penis this year.
I saw more fireworks on the 4th of July than I can actually recall this year.
I watched Bug go from calling me Tante Yoda to Laura this year.
I watched Bee roll over, crawl and walk this year.
I had lots of casual sex this year.
I've lost a lot of memories from too many Vodka tonics this year.
I hope everyone has had as good as a year as I've had and please remind me of anything good that happened should i have forgotten.
I can read
Thursday, November 16, 2006
I've been in an oddly good mood lately. Perhaps it's that things are going in a positive direction with Bear and I ever since the infamous kiss. Or maybe it's because I officially paid off my car. Or maybe it's because I accidentally went off the pill this month. Who knows, but I've had very little complaining to do. But there is something that I want to discuss. It bothers me every single day (yes, because I do go to the gas station every single day) but it just seems so trivial that it never comes up.
Why must people park directly in front of the gas station when it so clearly says no parking? Not only do they do this causing people to drive like they are going through an obstacle course around them and blocking two way traffic. But sometimes they also actually block a REAL parking spot. I have been extremely tempted to say something to these retardo's who are obviously illiterate. Sometimes I just go in and talk to the gas station attendents really loud about it. Am I a bitch? don't care.
Why must people park directly in front of the gas station when it so clearly says no parking? Not only do they do this causing people to drive like they are going through an obstacle course around them and blocking two way traffic. But sometimes they also actually block a REAL parking spot. I have been extremely tempted to say something to these retardo's who are obviously illiterate. Sometimes I just go in and talk to the gas station attendents really loud about it. Am I a bitch? don't care.
Today Was a Good Day
Friday, November 10, 2006
Another season of Kickball has come and gone and while 180 degrees different from the spring season I have to say this one was as equally good. I had been a tad disappointed in my team, the 21st Amendments, for the second half of the season but we pulled it together to take second place. That was the best set of games we had played all season and we beat CCC, which was my ultimate goal because I refused to allow the Playa to gloat in his win. But in pure douche-bag style he tried to tell me that he made a call in our favor while reffing, just to be nice. Alas, if only that were true and it weren't the correct call to make. And I had just started being civil to him again.
After the championship game a great group of people stayed to hang out and play flip cup, smack some asses and have a great time. I met some really great people this season. Those crazy Pirates are a ton of fun and I can see them integrating into our group really well. And then there is Bear. After a long conversation about "us" (which I did not start thank you very much) he finally kissed me!!!! I feel like such a giddy schoolgirl. Bear seems to be a sensitive guy and perhaps he only kissed me to prove to my friends that he wasn't gay, but let me tell you, I don't care what the reason was behind it, it was hot.
When Bear finally left and I went back to hang out with the group (who had somehow dwindled down to only Flick, Tucker (the kickball player formally known as Anstinus) and the Ex) it was apparent that there had been some smooching. Was it the smirk on my face? My messed up hair? Women's intuition? Flick immediately pointed it out to the group, and let's just say that's a tad awkward in front of the Ex.
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PS I ran out during my lunch break to buy cleats because it's been raining like cats and dogs and the fields were going to be insanly muddy. Nothing like leavings things to the last minute huh?
Just waking up in the morning gotta thank god
I dont know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dogs, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didnt pig out
Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out
Hooked it up on later as I hit the do
Thinking will I live, another twenty-fo
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and Im askin yall
Which court, are yall playin basketball?
Get me on the court and Im trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freaking brothers everyway like m.j.
I cant believe, today was a good day
Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didnt even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didnt even look in a niggaz direction
As I ran the intersection
Went to $hort dogs house, they was watchin yo! mtv raps
Whats the haps on the craps
Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em
Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and Im yellin domino
And now I am yelling dominoes
Plus nobody I know got killed in south central l.a.
Today was a good day
Left my niggaz house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade
Its ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The lakers beat the supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep so deep so deep
Put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
She didnt hesitate, to call ice cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and Im coasting
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didnt even see a berry flashing those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the morning got the fat burger
Even saw the lights of the goodyear blimp
And it read ice cubes a pimp
Drunk as hell but no throwing up
Half way home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didnt even have to use my a.k.
I got to say it was a good day.
After the championship game a great group of people stayed to hang out and play flip cup, smack some asses and have a great time. I met some really great people this season. Those crazy Pirates are a ton of fun and I can see them integrating into our group really well. And then there is Bear. After a long conversation about "us" (which I did not start thank you very much) he finally kissed me!!!! I feel like such a giddy schoolgirl. Bear seems to be a sensitive guy and perhaps he only kissed me to prove to my friends that he wasn't gay, but let me tell you, I don't care what the reason was behind it, it was hot.
When Bear finally left and I went back to hang out with the group (who had somehow dwindled down to only Flick, Tucker (the kickball player formally known as Anstinus) and the Ex) it was apparent that there had been some smooching. Was it the smirk on my face? My messed up hair? Women's intuition? Flick immediately pointed it out to the group, and let's just say that's a tad awkward in front of the Ex.
PS I ran out during my lunch break to buy cleats because it's been raining like cats and dogs and the fields were going to be insanly muddy. Nothing like leavings things to the last minute huh?
Just waking up in the morning gotta thank god
I dont know but today seems kinda odd
No barking from the dogs, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didnt pig out
Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig out
Hooked it up on later as I hit the do
Thinking will I live, another twenty-fo
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and Im askin yall
Which court, are yall playin basketball?
Get me on the court and Im trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freaking brothers everyway like m.j.
I cant believe, today was a good day
Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didnt even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didnt even look in a niggaz direction
As I ran the intersection
Went to $hort dogs house, they was watchin yo! mtv raps
Whats the haps on the craps
Shake em up, shake em up, shake em up, shake em
Roll em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and Im yellin domino
And now I am yelling dominoes
Plus nobody I know got killed in south central l.a.
Today was a good day
Left my niggaz house paid
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the twelve grade
Its ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The lakers beat the supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep so deep so deep
Put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
She didnt hesitate, to call ice cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and Im coasting
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off, then I chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didnt even see a berry flashing those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the morning got the fat burger
Even saw the lights of the goodyear blimp
And it read ice cubes a pimp
Drunk as hell but no throwing up
Half way home and my pager still blowing up
Today I didnt even have to use my a.k.
I got to say it was a good day.
A Haiku for You
Friday, November 03, 2006
kickball romance sucks!
confused beer infused player?
you, kiss me dammit
confused beer infused player?
you, kiss me dammit
Confused 101
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
I really hate dating. And considering Bear and I aren't technically even dating I hate this even more. I'm just so confused by him. I'm currently having this intense feeling that he is backing off but I keep second guessing everything. Maybe he is backing off, or maybe he is just really busy this week getting ready for his party on Saturday. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Maybe its an instinct. Maybe not. I don't know.
WOW
Monday, October 23, 2006
I went out with the girls and Bear the other night as Pixie's last hurray before she takes off for Virginia forever. The night was filled with extreme merriment and lots of intoxication. I've been racking my brain on the best description of the night without sounding like a total whore and just can't come up with anything funny/ interesting.
Thank goodness Flick was there and able to correspond the night's activities so I don't have to: As Promised...
Thank goodness Flick was there and able to correspond the night's activities so I don't have to: As Promised...
Date #2
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Had Date #2 with Bear last night. Things were going well, dinner, browsing at EMS and Pier 1 then coffee at Starbucks. We're laughing, we're talking. That is until he comes out with this whole "I like to get to know people first, I don't like to jump into things" spiel. What the hell is that? I thought I was getting the brush off. I basically told him, ok this is your plan, just keep me updated. I figured that was the best way to keep my hands out of it and not look like a fool for making assumptions, but I did assume he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.
We continue to talk and somehow we come back around to him saying he'd like to do this again sometime. Um, hello, did you not just blow me off? After back and forth banter about his plan and getting to know me I think I finally get it "I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend" (wow, if you had asked me when I was 16 if those words would have ever come out of mouth I would have said "hell no") Apparently that is basically what he was saying.
So as for now Bear and I are going on "faux-dates", get-togethers if you will in order to get to know each other better. Which is fine with me because they are basically dates, he pays, I laugh at his jokes and we walk arm-in-arm. The only real downside, there has still been no smooching!
We continue to talk and somehow we come back around to him saying he'd like to do this again sometime. Um, hello, did you not just blow me off? After back and forth banter about his plan and getting to know me I think I finally get it "I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend" (wow, if you had asked me when I was 16 if those words would have ever come out of mouth I would have said "hell no") Apparently that is basically what he was saying.
So as for now Bear and I are going on "faux-dates", get-togethers if you will in order to get to know each other better. Which is fine with me because they are basically dates, he pays, I laugh at his jokes and we walk arm-in-arm. The only real downside, there has still been no smooching!
Hello Goodbye
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
They say that when one door closes another one opens. Or maybe the saying has something to do with a window. Now I'm not sure. But it's so true. Just as I have started getting tired of the middle school boy/ sex slave routine that Boy #7 has seemed to create for us, Bear walks into my life. I don't mean to be melodramatic, or insinuate in any way, shape, or form, that either of these relationship turns is serious and/or official, but I'm pretty freaking tired of Boy #7 and Bear does want to go out again, so at least they are moderatly moving into the direction of being official.
As for Boy #7, he just can't have any single conversation without it turning into sex. In order to be a FWB you actually need to have the friendship part of it. Otherwise your just having random sex, and dude, if I'm going to do that I might as well be getting paid, because well, The Dutchess of Kickball has to eat. Flick even mentioned to him that maybe I was starting to feel like a peice of meat and yet we still end up having the following converstation:
Boy #7: ample supply -> gang bang
Me: oh, yeah, that wasn't that good of a pun
Boy #7: but you'd enjoy it
Me: yes, i'm a whore, how did you know?
Boy #7: LOL
Boy #7: I didn't call you that
Me: no?
Boy #7: nope
Me: hm, that's funny, it sure sounded like you did from here
Boy #7 went away at 10:02:12 AM.
Needless to say I'm pretty freaking sure I'm just not THAT horny anymore.
And as for Bear... I decided to be brave and email him after the whole "Keep in touch" comment (which I do hope, by the way, we will look back on and laugh about sometime in the future.) It turns out that "keep in touch" is translated literally. I might just need a Bear/ English dictionary because "keep in touch" mean "I had a good time." We are planning on lunch over the weekend. Perhaps there will be smooching at kickball this week. I should buy gum.
As for Boy #7, he just can't have any single conversation without it turning into sex. In order to be a FWB you actually need to have the friendship part of it. Otherwise your just having random sex, and dude, if I'm going to do that I might as well be getting paid, because well, The Dutchess of Kickball has to eat. Flick even mentioned to him that maybe I was starting to feel like a peice of meat and yet we still end up having the following converstation:
Boy #7: ample supply -> gang bang
Me: oh, yeah, that wasn't that good of a pun
Boy #7: but you'd enjoy it
Me: yes, i'm a whore, how did you know?
Boy #7: LOL
Boy #7: I didn't call you that
Me: no?
Boy #7: nope
Me: hm, that's funny, it sure sounded like you did from here
Boy #7 went away at 10:02:12 AM.
Needless to say I'm pretty freaking sure I'm just not THAT horny anymore.
And as for Bear... I decided to be brave and email him after the whole "Keep in touch" comment (which I do hope, by the way, we will look back on and laugh about sometime in the future.) It turns out that "keep in touch" is translated literally. I might just need a Bear/ English dictionary because "keep in touch" mean "I had a good time." We are planning on lunch over the weekend. Perhaps there will be smooching at kickball this week. I should buy gum.
Dating = math
Saturday, October 07, 2006
So my date has come and gone and I'm now confused. And it is this confused state which makes me hate dating. He seems rather nice and I could definitely be interested. We chatted about good first date topics; family, work, interests, etc. I thought it went well. He did ask me if I'm always that shy, but least he didn't call me naive like other first (and therefore only) dates have.
As he was driving me back to my car he said I should come over and see his house some time, I took that as a good sign. But then as I was getting out of the car he told me to "keep in touch." WHAT ON EARTH DOES THAT MEAN? Does that mean there is no way in hell he is going to call me so I shouldn't bother either? Does that mean, yeah seriously, keep in touch so we can do this again? Why does dating have to be like a horrible math word problem, way to hard and easier to make a computer do it for you. I hate dating.
As he was driving me back to my car he said I should come over and see his house some time, I took that as a good sign. But then as I was getting out of the car he told me to "keep in touch." WHAT ON EARTH DOES THAT MEAN? Does that mean there is no way in hell he is going to call me so I shouldn't bother either? Does that mean, yeah seriously, keep in touch so we can do this again? Why does dating have to be like a horrible math word problem, way to hard and easier to make a computer do it for you. I hate dating.
A light at the end of the tunnel
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
I think the world has been experiencing a black hole of entertainment recently. This can be easily visible by the lack of fun and witty blog posts recently. Not just on my own site but blogs across the east coast as well. Trigg hasn't had much to say except a short description for her love of good franchise Italian food. Jay was in the dire need of the weekend ending, two weeks ago. And well Pixie, her hatred for Tuesdays was succinct about a month ago. Even this blog entry, about the lack of blog entries, required three attempts to actually pass the one sentence mark.
But alas, I think I have finally found profound blog fodder! I met a boy! Goodness, when was the last time I actually met a boy with potential? I can't even recall it's been that long. So far, he's good on paper. He's 30, lives in Wappingers, is a graphic designer, and seems really rather witty based on his post kickball banter and myspace page (I just love the stalkability of the Internet.)
He is coming to the mid-season party on Saturday so hopefully there shall be a date scheduled soon there after. I'm as giddy as a school girl and i can't stop wiggling my toes. I think that either means I have a crush or I'm going to come into a lot of money. I'll keep you updated.
But alas, I think I have finally found profound blog fodder! I met a boy! Goodness, when was the last time I actually met a boy with potential? I can't even recall it's been that long. So far, he's good on paper. He's 30, lives in Wappingers, is a graphic designer, and seems really rather witty based on his post kickball banter and myspace page (I just love the stalkability of the Internet.)
He is coming to the mid-season party on Saturday so hopefully there shall be a date scheduled soon there after. I'm as giddy as a school girl and i can't stop wiggling my toes. I think that either means I have a crush or I'm going to come into a lot of money. I'll keep you updated.
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