They should've never given me a blog. A place where I can post 24/7. I do it from my sidekick, from my desk at work....from everywhere.
Oh yes...
Out of control
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Porn
to me is Barnes and Noble. The lure of a nice warm tea and a cuddly bed with a hot new book gets my blood racing..my juices flowing and stimulaion from head to toe. Bon chika woun woun....
Oooh Baby...I think I'm going to have a new man in my life. His name is Harukui Murakami. I haven't yet to read his books...but it's like the start of any new relationship. I'm playing coy while my heart is fluttering with...
Anticipation
My new best girlfriend is Eric Simone Turnipseed. She wrote the most wonderful book, A Love Noir...it was real, not too graphic. It felt like we were talking over drinks. And yet...it was well-written.She has a new book out. Well new is relative. I just so happened to put her name in on the BN website and bam! I feel slapped. She didn't even tell me...
But, I look forward to Hunger. It meets up where A Love Noir left off and baby I've got pangs for this book....yay!!!
Oooh Baby...I think I'm going to have a new man in my life. His name is Harukui Murakami. I haven't yet to read his books...but it's like the start of any new relationship. I'm playing coy while my heart is fluttering with...
Anticipation
My new best girlfriend is Eric Simone Turnipseed. She wrote the most wonderful book, A Love Noir...it was real, not too graphic. It felt like we were talking over drinks. And yet...it was well-written.She has a new book out. Well new is relative. I just so happened to put her name in on the BN website and bam! I feel slapped. She didn't even tell me...
But, I look forward to Hunger. It meets up where A Love Noir left off and baby I've got pangs for this book....yay!!!
Bite Me!
If the dead mouse I encountered in the middle of the street is any indication of how the rest of the day will be, I should pack it up and go home right now.
I walked into work with a boulder (not just a chip) on my shoulder, a scowl on my face, and a stone heart.
I walked into work with a boulder (not just a chip) on my shoulder, a scowl on my face, and a stone heart.
Randomness
Oh how I long for the day that I can lounge in bed on a Saturday or a
Sunday. Working both days is a real pain in the ass. Really really.
Lounging on a Tuesday or Wednesday feels so wrong. There's that
energy...that makes you want to do something.
Sunday. Working both days is a real pain in the ass. Really really.
Lounging on a Tuesday or Wednesday feels so wrong. There's that
energy...that makes you want to do something.
Dear girl sitting next to me,
It's 6am. If you want to start your day with shitty urban pop music
painfully loud..by all means. But sitting 5 seats then right next to you
being able to hear it is annoying.
Thoroughly.
And...me being annoyed first thing in the morning does not translate
well in the scheme of my day.
So...save my day. More importantly, save your eardrums.
Thanks
It goes without saying. I'm grumpy, and tired, and have a song I hate in
my head...thanks to loud ipod girl.
Friday, July 6, 2007
I resolve to......
Yes...I've waited 7 months to find a New Year's resolution...and here it goes....I resolve to take better care of myself. A quick glance at myself finds me with bags under my eyes, dry skin (lets not relive the eczema catastrophe that was last week), dry hair that is unruly, and a
knot that keeps revisiting my right shoulder.Tonight was one of those nights that made me want to whip out my kick and blog about it.Today found me just flat out disagreeable and [dare I say] grumpy.But...GiGi and LaPrincesa took me to Olive Garden which I hadn't been to since I was 18 and filled my belly with food, laughter, and my heart with good cheer. The train ride back home featured a (homeless?) woman singing opera quite beautifully, a man who offered his seat and an indignant looking Muslim man who held a Final Call newspaper that had the headline "Integration is Hypocritical Trick."
I wanted to say ummm....hun....I'm sitting next to these white
ladies....I think we're pretty much integrated already. What mawde
things worse was that his bag fell over and a whole bunch of bean pies
fell out...I thought "how cliche are you right now."
I chuckled at myself on the inside...temporarily sidetracked by a
beautiful man looking at me. (Hey there....bon chika woun woun) I stepped off of the swift moving train to a beautiful cool night wishing it would'nt end.
The best part of the night happened later on that night when I got a knock on the door.
J: Who is it?
Me
OMG It's the mother! Is the house clean?
But, its all well...she inspected a little and saw my neato closet and my bed, bookcase, tv, that the house was clean and I had a fridge full of food and hugged me tight.
She was impressed.
I was going to end this post with the rest of my resolution but it seems as though its pointless.
I done good.
That was all I need to hear.
I done good! :0)
knot that keeps revisiting my right shoulder.Tonight was one of those nights that made me want to whip out my kick and blog about it.Today found me just flat out disagreeable and [dare I say] grumpy.But...GiGi and LaPrincesa took me to Olive Garden which I hadn't been to since I was 18 and filled my belly with food, laughter, and my heart with good cheer. The train ride back home featured a (homeless?) woman singing opera quite beautifully, a man who offered his seat and an indignant looking Muslim man who held a Final Call newspaper that had the headline "Integration is Hypocritical Trick."
I wanted to say ummm....hun....I'm sitting next to these white
ladies....I think we're pretty much integrated already. What mawde
things worse was that his bag fell over and a whole bunch of bean pies
fell out...I thought "how cliche are you right now."
I chuckled at myself on the inside...temporarily sidetracked by a
beautiful man looking at me. (Hey there....bon chika woun woun) I stepped off of the swift moving train to a beautiful cool night wishing it would'nt end.
The best part of the night happened later on that night when I got a knock on the door.
J: Who is it?
Me
OMG It's the mother! Is the house clean?
But, its all well...she inspected a little and saw my neato closet and my bed, bookcase, tv, that the house was clean and I had a fridge full of food and hugged me tight.
She was impressed.
I was going to end this post with the rest of my resolution but it seems as though its pointless.
I done good.
That was all I need to hear.
I done good! :0)
Mr. Phil no more!
Mr. Phil is somewhat of a lothario with the ladies. He's one of the 2 goodlooking fellas here at work and all the ladies swoon.
But, I, ladies and gents am officially over it and him.
I'm saying this gritting my teeth holding my breath knowing this will come back to haunt me....SHIT!
But, yes Mr. Phil has been flirting with too many women here at the office. Women, by nature are like cats..territorial, ferocious creatures and he is playing with fire. He has (more than) flirted with me, GiGi, La Princesa, NewGirls 1 and 2, and he constantly searches on BlackPlanet and other sites for women. It's disgusting me.
GiGi and LP are not looking too kind on him either and I'd rather have my girls than a man.
Hopefully, I won't eat my words. They taste bitter going down.
Too bad he's so sexy though.
But, I, ladies and gents am officially over it and him.
I'm saying this gritting my teeth holding my breath knowing this will come back to haunt me....SHIT!
But, yes Mr. Phil has been flirting with too many women here at the office. Women, by nature are like cats..territorial, ferocious creatures and he is playing with fire. He has (more than) flirted with me, GiGi, La Princesa, NewGirls 1 and 2, and he constantly searches on BlackPlanet and other sites for women. It's disgusting me.
GiGi and LP are not looking too kind on him either and I'd rather have my girls than a man.
Hopefully, I won't eat my words. They taste bitter going down.
Too bad he's so sexy though.
la la la
Words are swirling in my head, but I haven't been able to pin them down and get them on paper or on screen. I have things to do but once again they are eluding my grasp. I am trying to get it together, but I feel a bit like a child laying in a field of grass..
all I can think of is nothingess...
la la la la la
all I can think of is nothingess...
la la la la la
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