1. Preparing for Gay Pride promos in Atlanta (which are finally over!!)
1.5. Feeling relieved that Gay Pride promos went so much better than I thought they would.
2. Getting over this cough I've had for 3 weeks.
3. Not freaking out that my throat is still swollen after 3 weeks.
4. Self tanning like it's my job.
5. Drinking way too much Diet A&W rootbeer.
5.5 Not drinking anything with alcohol.
6. Spending tons of time with my boyfriend before he has to go back to work.
7. Watching movies on HBO (or skinemax or whatever other movie channel has anything decent on.)
8. Eating PB&J for practically every meal.
9. Stressing about the cost of gas.
10. Thinking that I don't have anything to say that's interesting so why bother blogging? (proof?)
11. Planning how I'm going to add to my wardrobe as soon as I get paid again because I'll have most of my major debts paid off!! (yea!)
12. Making myself thinner with the power of my mind.
13. Downing TrimSpa like it's candy.
14. Teaching Sam (my bf's dog) to catch a ball in the air.
15. Being trained by Sam to throw the ball when he places it in my lap.
16. Getting my skin clear after neglecting it at night.
17. Thinking about plans for my bf's birthday in September.
18. Planning a party to reward the girls that work for me.
19. Trying to remember to get in touch with old friends.
20. Downloading different ringtones for each person programmed into my phone.
21. Listening for the new ringtones so I'll actually answer the phone when it rings.
22. Coming up with new promo ideas.
23. Being satisfied that my ideas are listened to and enjoying my climb up the ladder.
24. Helping to clean my bf's house.
25. Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping.
26. Embracing my inner retard, as suggested by nutmeggy.
27. Discovering possible answers to my parents' divorce.
28. Looking forward to seeing my sister and celebrating my birthday (a month late.)
29. Enjoying being lazy.
30. Finishing the Hemmingway novel I've been drifting through.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Friday, June 10, 2005
A stripper grabbed my boobs!!
We did end up at the titty bar last night!!
It was the most fun I'd ever had at a strip club with my boyfriend. It was also the first time I sat at the stage and definitely the first time a stripper has grabbed my breasts.
We all got ridiculously drunk and I knew it was time to leave when my friend wanted to hook up with the stripper that grabbed me (which I didn't hate, by the way.)
Now my boyfriend is sleeping on the couch and has been all day, after begging me to kill him when he woke up this morning. I'm trying to get motivated to do some work but so far all I've done is log in more than a few movie hours. Right now it's "Tequila Sunrise" and it's really good.
It was the most fun I'd ever had at a strip club with my boyfriend. It was also the first time I sat at the stage and definitely the first time a stripper has grabbed my breasts.
We all got ridiculously drunk and I knew it was time to leave when my friend wanted to hook up with the stripper that grabbed me (which I didn't hate, by the way.)
Now my boyfriend is sleeping on the couch and has been all day, after begging me to kill him when he woke up this morning. I'm trying to get motivated to do some work but so far all I've done is log in more than a few movie hours. Right now it's "Tequila Sunrise" and it's really good.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
I am Exercising!!!
I'm about to go run/walking for the 2nd day in a row!! Yesterday I had boundless energy but today I'm going to be dragging a bit more... could be the fries, queso and 2 beers that I had with dinner, but I'm not going to let that stop me!! I am a running machine!!
Then I'm going back to the bar to pick up my drunkass boyfriend whom I left there in the company of his equally drunkass friend. Now that's going to be funny. Here's to hoping they don't get WAY too drunk and get tired of waiting for me, decide they're able to drive and end up at the titty bar downtown. Not because I'm against titty bars, which I'm not, but they won't let a girl in without a male escort (to cut down on the jealous/insane wives/girlfriends, you understand) and it will probably cost me money to see girls dance around in pasties and Gstrings. I can see that on Skinemax for free at home.
My boyfriend is so funny... we have so much fun together. It's weird to meet someone that has so much the same mind as me, who really understands me. Enough mush. I should enjoy it while I can because when I go pick him up, he'll do nothing but irritate me. He's really good at it.
Off I go to get my run on!!
I'm about to go run/walking for the 2nd day in a row!! Yesterday I had boundless energy but today I'm going to be dragging a bit more... could be the fries, queso and 2 beers that I had with dinner, but I'm not going to let that stop me!! I am a running machine!!
Then I'm going back to the bar to pick up my drunkass boyfriend whom I left there in the company of his equally drunkass friend. Now that's going to be funny. Here's to hoping they don't get WAY too drunk and get tired of waiting for me, decide they're able to drive and end up at the titty bar downtown. Not because I'm against titty bars, which I'm not, but they won't let a girl in without a male escort (to cut down on the jealous/insane wives/girlfriends, you understand) and it will probably cost me money to see girls dance around in pasties and Gstrings. I can see that on Skinemax for free at home.
My boyfriend is so funny... we have so much fun together. It's weird to meet someone that has so much the same mind as me, who really understands me. Enough mush. I should enjoy it while I can because when I go pick him up, he'll do nothing but irritate me. He's really good at it.
Off I go to get my run on!!
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Sometimes when someone tells me a story, it gets stuck in my head forever.
Especially if I'm in a situation that's similar to the story I heard.
So about 7 years ago, I was working at Chilis in Augusta and we had this restaurant manager that liked to fraternize with the servers. A LOT. Apparently he felt comfortable telling us anything because this is what I remember him saying:
"Girls can get pregnant at any time--even on her cycle. That's how [insert name of girlfriend turned wife] got pregnant. "
Now, I believed it when I heard it, but in reality, there are only 24 hours out of the month for a normal girl to get pregnant. And for her to get pregnant on her cycle, they must have done it when she first started. And for me, the beginning of my cycle is a time of hiding underneath huge clothes, sleeping with heating pads and whining. It's also the heaviest time of the month. It's just gross.
This is why that story disturbs me: Every time after I have sex, I try to remember when I took my birth control pill and I think of that story. And every time I think of that story, I picture that manager's face telling us how he had sex with his wife during the heaviest part of her cycle which is just disgusting enough, but why would you tell people that? (Even if he didn't put it like that, people who know will know, if you know what I mean.) And then think about the one time I had sex during my cycle (it was ONLY one time and it was so disturbing that I'll never do it again.)
And this story was told to me 7 years ago. Apparently I will remember anything if told in the right context.
Especially if I'm in a situation that's similar to the story I heard.
So about 7 years ago, I was working at Chilis in Augusta and we had this restaurant manager that liked to fraternize with the servers. A LOT. Apparently he felt comfortable telling us anything because this is what I remember him saying:
"Girls can get pregnant at any time--even on her cycle. That's how [insert name of girlfriend turned wife] got pregnant. "
Now, I believed it when I heard it, but in reality, there are only 24 hours out of the month for a normal girl to get pregnant. And for her to get pregnant on her cycle, they must have done it when she first started. And for me, the beginning of my cycle is a time of hiding underneath huge clothes, sleeping with heating pads and whining. It's also the heaviest time of the month. It's just gross.
This is why that story disturbs me: Every time after I have sex, I try to remember when I took my birth control pill and I think of that story. And every time I think of that story, I picture that manager's face telling us how he had sex with his wife during the heaviest part of her cycle which is just disgusting enough, but why would you tell people that? (Even if he didn't put it like that, people who know will know, if you know what I mean.) And then think about the one time I had sex during my cycle (it was ONLY one time and it was so disturbing that I'll never do it again.)
And this story was told to me 7 years ago. Apparently I will remember anything if told in the right context.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Closet (Shower?) American Idol
Man, I can give some concert in the shower.
Just now I was singing away, hoping that my boyfriend would come home unexpectedly, hear me belting it out and stop in wonderment to listen. "Who is this girl?" he'll wonder. He'll tell me how awesome I sound, I'll start singing karaoke at bars until I have groupies and then I'll get signed by a record label and become a country superstar...
Right. That's what I'm fantasizing about while I'm dancing around the shower singing into an empty shampoo bottle.
Then I get out and the only audience member is Sam, an adorable 7 month old yellow lab that's been following me around all day pouting because I'm being lazy and he wants to play.
He appreciates my singing. He loves it. Really.
Just now I was singing away, hoping that my boyfriend would come home unexpectedly, hear me belting it out and stop in wonderment to listen. "Who is this girl?" he'll wonder. He'll tell me how awesome I sound, I'll start singing karaoke at bars until I have groupies and then I'll get signed by a record label and become a country superstar...
Right. That's what I'm fantasizing about while I'm dancing around the shower singing into an empty shampoo bottle.
Then I get out and the only audience member is Sam, an adorable 7 month old yellow lab that's been following me around all day pouting because I'm being lazy and he wants to play.
He appreciates my singing. He loves it. Really.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
And now an Uncontrolled Outburst
I'd like to take this time to mention how much I hate BANKS.
And I hate the people that answer the phone when you call the bank's 1 800 number.
Especially the woman that I spoke with this morning when I called to try to wheedle myself out of a $30 service charge that occured when I overdrew my account by $0.28.
Did I mention it was 28 CENTS?? This woman was hideous. I know they can remove the charges, they've done it before, and when I asked if why they couldn't remove the charge she said "because it's not a BANK ERROR. Can I help you with anything else?" Then she said goodbye and hung up.
Let me explain. I'm not freaking out because I screwed up. I screw up all the time and am more than willing to suffer the consequences. But the reason why I overdrew my account was beyond my control. I had to get gas. I had my tons of bills to pay last pay period and I had it down to the penny. Then I got lost in Atlanta and used an entire tank of gas getting out and getting home. I was beyond empty, I got the gas on credit from my debit account (not realizing they would hold the $1 that would send me over the edge) and prayed that the check I'd mailed 2 weeks ago would somehow wait just 12 more hours to go through. I have a direct deposit going in tonight at midnight. I thought banks kept track of that somehow... if it was a smaller bank, they would know me and know that the money will be there because it's always there and would sympathize with the fact that if I had not gotten gas to be able to get to work, there would be no more deposits, no more withdrawals, no more overdraft fees to keep their fucking pockets padded!!
This hideous woman, I wish I had gotten her name, just kept repeating that the money should have been there. I hope she never makes a mistake in her lifetime because if she does, I hope that no one gives her a break and she gets screwed from every angle. I hate people like that.
I do realize that this is my fault, at least that I could have overdraft protection or deposited $1 to cover the missing dollar but who wants to go into the bank and deposit just ONE DOLLAR? So now my gas has cost me $55. What's kind of funny about that is that there are people who actually pay that much on a regular basis.
I'm going to call the bank again tomorrow. If I get any shit from anyone, I'm going to ask to speak to the manager and tell them that their new merger makes their customer service SUCK and that although they wouldn't notice at all, if they are unwilling to help me, I'm going to pull every cent out of my account and tell anyone that would listen to never ever set foot in there again because they don't know how to treat people.
(now, let's just think about this for a minute.)
Yeah, they might just have to shut their doors if I do all that. Hell, the national bank would probably go under if I pulled all my money out. And if I spread the word that they suck, man, no telling how many people would pull their savings out. It would be the Great Depression all over again.
All kidding aside, what really does suck is that banks are so far removed from the people they're supposed to serve that when it comes to choosing a bank, one must choose not on the basis of what one wants, but what one doesn't want. The lesser of the evils.
Now, that just ain't right. I really wish I had gotten that hideous woman's name. I was so mad I almost broke my phone to try to hurt her. I'm so rational and logical, it's a wonder that the world doesn't revolve around me....
And I hate the people that answer the phone when you call the bank's 1 800 number.
Especially the woman that I spoke with this morning when I called to try to wheedle myself out of a $30 service charge that occured when I overdrew my account by $0.28.
Did I mention it was 28 CENTS?? This woman was hideous. I know they can remove the charges, they've done it before, and when I asked if why they couldn't remove the charge she said "because it's not a BANK ERROR. Can I help you with anything else?" Then she said goodbye and hung up.
Let me explain. I'm not freaking out because I screwed up. I screw up all the time and am more than willing to suffer the consequences. But the reason why I overdrew my account was beyond my control. I had to get gas. I had my tons of bills to pay last pay period and I had it down to the penny. Then I got lost in Atlanta and used an entire tank of gas getting out and getting home. I was beyond empty, I got the gas on credit from my debit account (not realizing they would hold the $1 that would send me over the edge) and prayed that the check I'd mailed 2 weeks ago would somehow wait just 12 more hours to go through. I have a direct deposit going in tonight at midnight. I thought banks kept track of that somehow... if it was a smaller bank, they would know me and know that the money will be there because it's always there and would sympathize with the fact that if I had not gotten gas to be able to get to work, there would be no more deposits, no more withdrawals, no more overdraft fees to keep their fucking pockets padded!!
This hideous woman, I wish I had gotten her name, just kept repeating that the money should have been there. I hope she never makes a mistake in her lifetime because if she does, I hope that no one gives her a break and she gets screwed from every angle. I hate people like that.
I do realize that this is my fault, at least that I could have overdraft protection or deposited $1 to cover the missing dollar but who wants to go into the bank and deposit just ONE DOLLAR? So now my gas has cost me $55. What's kind of funny about that is that there are people who actually pay that much on a regular basis.
I'm going to call the bank again tomorrow. If I get any shit from anyone, I'm going to ask to speak to the manager and tell them that their new merger makes their customer service SUCK and that although they wouldn't notice at all, if they are unwilling to help me, I'm going to pull every cent out of my account and tell anyone that would listen to never ever set foot in there again because they don't know how to treat people.
(now, let's just think about this for a minute.)
Yeah, they might just have to shut their doors if I do all that. Hell, the national bank would probably go under if I pulled all my money out. And if I spread the word that they suck, man, no telling how many people would pull their savings out. It would be the Great Depression all over again.
All kidding aside, what really does suck is that banks are so far removed from the people they're supposed to serve that when it comes to choosing a bank, one must choose not on the basis of what one wants, but what one doesn't want. The lesser of the evils.
Now, that just ain't right. I really wish I had gotten that hideous woman's name. I was so mad I almost broke my phone to try to hurt her. I'm so rational and logical, it's a wonder that the world doesn't revolve around me....
Monday, May 23, 2005
My controlled outburst
Have you ever sat and stared at someone while they explained in great and tedious detail something to you that you already knew?
Do you let them think you're a dumbass or do you quickly correct them and hope to God that they move on to something else?
I have a serious problem with authority. Not in a cool rebel way either. Mine is more passive-aggressive. I'll let them sit there, explain how to take care of something that I've already taken care of and then thank them for their advice. I figure my day will come.
Then I bitch to my poor boyfriend the entire way home about what assholes they are. I don't have a problem taking advice/instruction from someone that knows more than I do--it's the assholes that have sat through the entire instruction with me but, because I asked them a question about it, figure I must be confused and explain the entire thing again (verbatim) without answering my question that piss me off more than I can express without yelling and throwing things.
But I just thank them and research the answer myself. If they're too stupid to realize what was being asked, they deserve to stew in their self-congratulatory juices until the illusion of their superiority falls off the bone of their incompetant short-sightedness, with which I will pick my teeth. (ewww... hungry?)
My BF says get used to it... as long as you work for someone else, there will be somone to tell you what to do and to just tell them to kiss your big white ass.
Sounds good to me.
Do you let them think you're a dumbass or do you quickly correct them and hope to God that they move on to something else?
I have a serious problem with authority. Not in a cool rebel way either. Mine is more passive-aggressive. I'll let them sit there, explain how to take care of something that I've already taken care of and then thank them for their advice. I figure my day will come.
Then I bitch to my poor boyfriend the entire way home about what assholes they are. I don't have a problem taking advice/instruction from someone that knows more than I do--it's the assholes that have sat through the entire instruction with me but, because I asked them a question about it, figure I must be confused and explain the entire thing again (verbatim) without answering my question that piss me off more than I can express without yelling and throwing things.
But I just thank them and research the answer myself. If they're too stupid to realize what was being asked, they deserve to stew in their self-congratulatory juices until the illusion of their superiority falls off the bone of their incompetant short-sightedness, with which I will pick my teeth. (ewww... hungry?)
My BF says get used to it... as long as you work for someone else, there will be somone to tell you what to do and to just tell them to kiss your big white ass.
Sounds good to me.
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