Don't Feel Bad If I Leave

I leave today.

Can't work, must not work, must sit on ass and get paid, must must must!!!!

When you set goals like that, life is sweet.

By the way, did you know that I am getting married? Well I am about to be sick of telling people that, so enjoy it while it lasts.

Pink is the new Shut The Hell Up.

My vacation is almost upon me! It is on top of me! Oh no! Oh Yes!

Tomorrow is the big day, the big day where I sit in an airplane all night and am forced to travel the country in search of grandparents and ice cream. Thats right. I said it. Ice cream.

What?

This weekend was nice, although really hot. I mean, come on Los Angeles, thats so over. Hot was totally 1995. Stop being old school. It felt like the sun decided to slap us all a few times in the face. My manicure melted, and I was not pleased.

I would like to add one thing:

I AM TOADALLY COOL!!!!!!!!!

Gir, is what my shirt says

Today is the day called Friday. Friday has been known to sneak up on some from time to time, but in general most see it from miles away. Today is Friday, and it is good.

Yesterday Could Have Been Released From It's Duties

Yesterday was a giant roller coaster. I had great music to listen to at work, thanks to Mike, but was unable to enjoy it thanks to my overloading work schedule. I like to be really busy, so I'm not bored, but still I find time to stare off into space like an idiot.

I've had some pretty mean statements said to me of late. I'm very tired of the insult masked in a joke. The jokster always wins. If I get upset it means I didn't get it, or I am too sensitive, "its just a joke." The next time someone says that I am probably going to punch them. I have a pretty good sense of humor and am all about the gentle ribbing, but if someone tells me I am hurting their feelings I back off and apologize. And this attitude we all have of general apathy and the "get with the program" mentality is scary. "Well what can you do about it?" you ask? I can punch people. I can punch them pretty hard.

But I did have a lovely dinner with my friend Corinne, who is awesome and also a bridesmaid! Yay for Corinne :). Also yay for tortilla chips. They are so yummy.

The Joke's On Me

So this week I have been called ugly and friendless.

This week has been my favorite.

Weekend of Driving & More Driving

Movies seen this weekend:

The 40 Year Old Virgin : Hilarious
Red Eye: Hot
Notorious: Interesting
Dial M for Murder: Awesome

Items purchases this weekend:

Potato Sticks
Not a shower head
Poe short stories

The 40 year old virgin was very funny. Adam was right, the story was about me. I was lucky in my life that the people that surrounded me were of equal level of me in the love life time line. Most were virgins (like me) until they found a good relationship. We all were cute (at least I would like to think so) but just seemed to miss the boat on the whole high school relationship thing. Once we got to college most guys expected us all to put out. When we didn't on the first date most of us got the cold shoulder. I did a couple times, sadly. None of us were prudish or saving ourselves, just waiting for a guy to actually call us afterwards. Harder than it sounds.

So I waited, patiently, until a week before my 22nd birthday. I was 21. Like 5 years later than the national average. I dont care. I love it. Best desicion I ever made. No regrets, no bad feelings. I even said "woohoo" afterwards.

Pretty funny that this movie would touch upon that. Not everyone rushes into sex, not everyone is exposed to it so early. Some of us didn't know how to use a condom on their first times either.

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Waltzhing Matilda
Tonight, the stars dance on tiny white tables
to the music of a singing waiter moon.

And there she sat, in all her glory, perched upon her chair,
legs angled.

Like an ant, I march from her toe to her skirt hem,
counting the tiny dots, tracing my future.
The fan blows her skirt higher and higher and higher

I am a man of substance.
I am a rock, a boulder, an unmoved landmark,
crumbling like an ant under a heel.

When her star eyes dance to the music of that white moon
I am ashamed.

I will go outside, I will greet her with the words of great men.

Alas,
The carpet seems to be eating my laced up shoe.

Long Day, and then a Longer One

Did you know there is a huge chair in the parking lot of the Los Angeles Courthouse? I'm talking like at least 10 stories tall, maybe more. This fucking city is strange.

So I posted every poem I had written since I started college. They all need alot of work and most of them are very sexual (maybe cus I wasn't gettin any back then!) but they are there. I would love to have feedback. I suggest reading the poems near the bottom or in the archives for the more recent works (which are usually better). I know most people hate poetry, and well, comment anyway.

My Dreams Be Crazy

Lately, my dreams center around me screaming at someone, usually someone from my past that frustrated me. I've been pretty happy, so these dreams are a bit unnerving. Also, for most of my dream I was taking a shower and walking around in only a towel. This didn’t embarrass me. I was empowered.

My work is very private. I think I need to stop talking about it. I don't mind showing my work. I just have a problem talking about it.

Renee & I had a girlie Sunday, Nail Spa, Waxing. It was fun. :)

I also helped a friend move, which involved 4 boys and me. Somehow I got left sitting in a chair most of the time. But I did get large dust circles around my boobs. As if they weren't headlights enough.

My Tummy Needs a Rubbin

Things I observe when I look directly up from my desk:

- One large dangerous looking screw hanging right above my head.
- A large black tube, like in Brazil
- A vent covered in plastic for no apparent reason
- A pipe that looks like the Mario Bros Game and/or Movie
- A white looking circle thing that I have no idea what it is for
- A large black box of some sort on the ceiling. I mean, its friggin huge.

In short, I dont like lookin up.

Help, I think I went to work on Accident

They are so hip 

Last night I was five all over again with my three guys friends and a set of legos. If only it had turned into a game of Thundercats then I would have really flipped. Its a sad thought, but those days of just constant play are 15 - 20 years ago. That is a long time. I'm very jealous of my friend Mike's lego collection. I beleive we sold all of our lego peices in a garage sale long ago. Thats where all my childhood things are, sold at a garage sale, in someone else's home. Although the other item of choice was playdough and I think that goes bad after a while. I had a whole stage where I ate it, but I blame the Playdough company for manking the kit where you can make your playdough into food. I had that kit. So I ate it. Isn't that what you are suppossed to do with your food? It was so salty. Yuck.

Aviator Smatiator

The Aviator blew. Blew hard. I was so bored, and it was so long. It was pretty, I do say that, totally pretty. But for most of it I kept saying to Adam, "Am I suppossed to like this? I just don't know." And Leo, can you keep your pants on for at least one movie? Your butt is so small, as are your legs, and generally your whole body. Your just a skinny small white boy with really nothing going for you except a pretty face, so please keep your clothes on. Its crazy, all those chicks who want him naked. Me, not so much.

Today I put in a little more effort into how I look. Honestly I feel the same way I did yesterday except my hair seems to be in my way all the time. Maybe I need a haircut.

~Fin~

State of Disbelief

Today in my grandma sweater I feel, well how the hell do you think I would feel in a fucking grandma sweater. Although, it is nice a big and fluffy.

The desire to be attractive is overrated.

Veronica Mars is awesome.

If I were a little braver, I would start dressing like I do at home; nightgowns, high heels, pearls. I would be such a sexy housewife. Lately I have been wanting my vixen nature to come out more. It just doesn’t seem appropriate in the work place. Or with my friends. Or anywhere except at home. And most of the time it seems very inappropriate to wear said outfits while watching TV.

Well maybe tonight I’ll get all dolled up. Prance around in my high heels, and do nothing.

My Eyes Deceive Me

Sweet 

I am so fucking tired. No matter my love for Veronica Mars I must not watch so many episodes before I have to go into work early the next day. Well it wasn't all my fault. Adam had to work and stuff. Damn stuff.

For some reason my heater is on.

This weekend was interesting.....

I am a very complicated person.

I'm pretty sure I meant eggs with that.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

My Brother is Children's Book

Benji 

Well it seems my brother is at it again, starring in Children's books and everything.

Our cat sleeps on the TV.

Morning Mayhem

I had a great post here about nail polish, but then I accidentally erased it. It was actually pretty boring so I bet its better for everyone.

I wonder if I shut someone up with a kiss our teeth would knock. Well, that is not very sexy.

My fantasy life is taking control a little. Better put that in check.

By the way, I really like having my poems in a blog format. I can easily edit and make little changes and actually see it in a nice little format, so pretty. I need to add more, but I keep forgetting.

I Promise To Eat My Soup

So my friend asked me go to this sketch comedy thingy. I wrote a sketch. Let's see how this goes....

In A Far Away Land

Tens of fans running with my paperback book in their hands will misinterpret my work
and think I was writing about my love of fish.

But first, get people to read it.

Shit, that’s hard.

The Gentle The

A word
as simple as THE
consumes my mind.

THE.
T and H pulled together in a form so tangible
like silk
wrapped around my teeth.
E pushed out like air,
the breath,
the wind between the leaves like the breeze through my hair.

The article is the noun's companion,
the most compassionate of all,
the gentle lover, the peaceful singer,
the kiss on the neck that stays long into the night.

And yet I avoid THE, deny my muse
when I begin my lines.
Because, although the gentle giant can soothe me to sleep
he can be childish and unimaginative,
I am unworthy, with my fickle nature,
always wanting something new.

Parking People Make Me Mad

Me on Sunday 

Man, my head still hurts. It was actually a bit sad how many people enjoyed my company while drunk. Also, that many men enjoyed my company while drunk. In college I used to think that I was only attractive with a drink in my hand. It wasn't really true. While drunk I did kiss my first boy, and I did start dating a guy after a party, but each were large disasters. But last night I was reminded again that I can be quite charming when I want to. Being drunk just means I am less embarrassed by the things I say and do. But that has to be the last time I act that way because my body, sans gall bladder, cannot handle it. Stupid me.