I think my dad just pissed me off for the first time since I was . . . 5? The rents split when I was 5 and I lived with my mom for most of the childhood. Since dad wasn't around punishing us all the time, it was easy for us to put him up on a pedestal. And we did. We all did. I've kept him there this whooooole time. He was super dad who took care of everything. Balancing act supreme, always working his ass off to make everybody happy.
So today he asks how things are going with Hotty McHotterton. Good, I say. Except there have been occasions where I cry and I can't help it. (Like the odd incident in his room with the other chickie.) Anyway, my mom used to be a cryer before she and dad split. And, uh, the prozac. So instead of giving me a supportive, "I'm sorry about that, honey. Anything I can do?" he gives me a, "don't keep that up. He'll get tired of it and stop being nice to you." Great, dad. That definitely helps. And makes me feel better. Do you know women at all? No. I think you would walk across fire for yours, and all others are considered less than and high maintenance. No more talking to dad about the love life. That made me feel like shit. Now I want a cigarette.
Of course, cigarettes make your birth control inactive. F*#k. Even better for the relationship: a baby. Thanks a lot, dad.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Washington Nationals aren't that bad!
Last night Jack M, Whip-it, Staci and I all went to a Washington Nationals game. Haven't been to a baseball game in a while, though Hottie McHotterton is taking me to another at the end of the month. At first I enjoyed the fun, laid-back atmosphere, a cold beer, and my over-priced hot dog and fries. All was well, despite the fact that after I mocked Staci for dripping mustard down her black shirt, I dripped catsup down my light pink one. Karma.
Then it happened. The seventh inning stretch. I stood up. The song played. I sang. I sang, and I meant it. And so did everybody else there. It was so sweet, so Americana, so sincere, and so easy. I wish people could get along this well over more troublesome affairs. *sigh*
Good game.
Then it happened. The seventh inning stretch. I stood up. The song played. I sang. I sang, and I meant it. And so did everybody else there. It was so sweet, so Americana, so sincere, and so easy. I wish people could get along this well over more troublesome affairs. *sigh*
Good game.
to the intern in my office
I don't like you. Please don't make comments about my boss being irresponsible for not giving you enough work. That won't make me like you any more. She works her ass off and doesn't have time for your whining. Frankly, your work is horrible, and neither of us are inclined to give you more since we will inevitably have to re-do it. Your rude comments about this woman I respect are not going to make me bond with you simply because we both work for her. You suck. Go away.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Travelocity can kiss it
It really shouldn't take a master's degree to book multi-city travel online. Should it? Apparently so, since that's what I've been doing for the last 4 hours and I still couldn't get the job done. I consider myself literate, educated, computer-savvy. But I suppose I'm not savvy enough!
Moving on, Grease fired my best friend from my old place of work, AKA Hell. He is now officially Satan. I'm sure of it. I didn't think Satan even existed before today. Now I know where he works. Funny how it's in the same city as GW, don't you think?
Declaration: In one month I am travelling to Colorado to visit my friend Dude and I am SOOOOO EXCITED!!! Love her to death. Can't wait to see her, plus I'm bringing the BF, so they can meet and agree on how awesome I am. And there's a chance we'll go horseback riding, which also excites me. I'm pretty sure I'll suck at it, but I can't wait to try.
More soon . . . .
Moving on, Grease fired my best friend from my old place of work, AKA Hell. He is now officially Satan. I'm sure of it. I didn't think Satan even existed before today. Now I know where he works. Funny how it's in the same city as GW, don't you think?
Declaration: In one month I am travelling to Colorado to visit my friend Dude and I am SOOOOO EXCITED!!! Love her to death. Can't wait to see her, plus I'm bringing the BF, so they can meet and agree on how awesome I am. And there's a chance we'll go horseback riding, which also excites me. I'm pretty sure I'll suck at it, but I can't wait to try.
More soon . . . .
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Blogger, my old friend
Here I am at last. Been a while. I've been busy sexing it up, which I think is an entirely worthy cause. Let's catch up, shall we?
Job: crazy as hell these last few weeks. I like being busy, though. I just hope I still like it now that things start to slow down a little bit. I'm slightly behind in the work right now, which makes me nervous, but I'm not stressing too much. Good sign.
Friends: I seem to be losing patience in my old age. Some friends will always be dear and funny and assholes in the best manner possible, and I shall love them for it forever and for always. Everybody else is just getting on my nerves.
Family: Love 'em. I got the Ohio clan tickets to a JT concert in July and I'm SO excited for them to come. It'll be great. Full circle, in a way, since Dad used to sing his songs to us when we were kids. I miss them. Not enough to move back, but you get the picture.
Men: Pretty good in that department. Today was the first day that he actually irked me. Two months - that's pretty good, right? He's an absolute gem, and I adore him. The other night was a kickball party and there were LOTS of attractive, nice, fun guys. Tempting? Yes. But boy is this guy worth the wait. Today I walked into his room and there was a chick there. I trust him completely, and it didn't cross my mind for a second that there was anything going on, but part of me felt out of place. Like an intruder. Of course it doesn't help my inner insecure 13-year-old that she was tall, slim, and pretty with straight hair. It also wasn't a big deal at all. Still, there was an awkward moment, during which he didn't say much of anything. I ended up introducing myself and making an awkward exit.
Luckily I've evolved enough that I didn't overanalyze the situation, but I did overanalyze my own discomfort about it, which proved quite bothersome. So I'm going to go over there and tell him about it. No fun. Hope it's quick.
New topic: I just bought the Killers cd, and I really like it. Mr. Brightside is on right now, and it's making me feel better.
Job: crazy as hell these last few weeks. I like being busy, though. I just hope I still like it now that things start to slow down a little bit. I'm slightly behind in the work right now, which makes me nervous, but I'm not stressing too much. Good sign.
Friends: I seem to be losing patience in my old age. Some friends will always be dear and funny and assholes in the best manner possible, and I shall love them for it forever and for always. Everybody else is just getting on my nerves.
Family: Love 'em. I got the Ohio clan tickets to a JT concert in July and I'm SO excited for them to come. It'll be great. Full circle, in a way, since Dad used to sing his songs to us when we were kids. I miss them. Not enough to move back, but you get the picture.
Men: Pretty good in that department. Today was the first day that he actually irked me. Two months - that's pretty good, right? He's an absolute gem, and I adore him. The other night was a kickball party and there were LOTS of attractive, nice, fun guys. Tempting? Yes. But boy is this guy worth the wait. Today I walked into his room and there was a chick there. I trust him completely, and it didn't cross my mind for a second that there was anything going on, but part of me felt out of place. Like an intruder. Of course it doesn't help my inner insecure 13-year-old that she was tall, slim, and pretty with straight hair. It also wasn't a big deal at all. Still, there was an awkward moment, during which he didn't say much of anything. I ended up introducing myself and making an awkward exit.
Luckily I've evolved enough that I didn't overanalyze the situation, but I did overanalyze my own discomfort about it, which proved quite bothersome. So I'm going to go over there and tell him about it. No fun. Hope it's quick.
New topic: I just bought the Killers cd, and I really like it. Mr. Brightside is on right now, and it's making me feel better.
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