not really that sexy
I went out last night to celebrate my last full day of vacation. I celebrated it by getting drunk with a friend of mine. It was all fun and games. I flirted, I lauged, I truly enjoyed myself. I let loose.
And then the drama started. My friend started falling asleep at the bar and my roommate asked me to go wake him up and ask if he wanted to go play pool. So I walked over, called his name a few times, and said, “darling, wake up.” Perhaps, I was too seductive (though not intentionally) because he jolted awake and exclaimed, “I have a girlfriend!” My only reply was, “I know, but Gloria wanted to know if you wanted to play pool.”
I’ve had this bad luck with guys thinking that I want them more than usual these days. I’m not ready to date or “casual fun” really. I’m a flirt and right now I just want to find someone to watch the rest of baseball season and to enjoy football season with. I need someone to go to the games with and scream louder than I do. Is that too much to ask? Apparently it is.
the rules
Rule #1: If I have called you twice, left a message and you have not called me back within 24 hours, your number will be promptly deleted from my phone.
Rule #2: If you have a problem with Rule #1, kiss my a**!
Rule #3: I never make exceptions to Rule #1.
** For informational purposes only.
why is it that…..
Why is it that fat people always want to buy the teeniest cars? Why must I be subjected to watching two grossly obese ladies trying to get their way into a Geo Metro?
Why is it that your best friend takes you with her while she’s looking for engagement rings, and then tells you that she’s not so “sure” about the relationship because her boyfriend/fiancee doesn’t have proper hygeine?
Why is it that a few days after the breakup, the conversation that should’ve been had two days prior finally occurs and you’re not sure exactly where you stand anymore?
Why is it that when you’re drunk and disorderly you meet the nicest people? Well they are seemingly nice enough, until you sober up the next morning.
vacation
I haven’t left town since my birthday. So I’m headed off to Florida to see Mr. Man. Excited? Yes. Nervous? Hell yes. It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen him. *Long distance relationships are definitely not recommended.*
I’m nervous for a variety of reasons. I’ve reached my limit of how much distance I can take. I used to be the woman who always had to have my “me time” and oftentimes, I needed that 6 out of 7 days of the week, but now, I’m desiring more “us” time and the 1,000 miles separating us, doesn’t make that easy.
It’s been a rocky year. Year one was blissful. Frequent trips back and forth — it was the good life. Year two, has been so up and down it could’ve been mistaken for a rollercoaster ride. And yet, I still think that life is good.
There’s a conversation that needs to be had when I see him this time. One that’s not exactly appropriate expressed over phone lines. And it’s not exactly a bad one. I just need some clarification or some reassurance. Either one will do me right now.
It’s like, I’m sitting in limbo right now, and when I’m so busy pursuing my educational goals it doesn’t bother me so much. In fact, I don’t even feel like I’m wasting my time with him. (I promised myself a long time ago that if I felt like I was wasting my time, I’d end the relationship because you just can’t get back lost time.) Though sometimes, I often feel like he’s the teacher and I’m the student and I have so much left to learn from him — but what happens when the lesson has been learned?
coffeehouses
There used to be a time and place where coffeehouses were a place of solace for me. Peace and quiet were the norm. A lot has changed since I was in high school and first introduced to the world of coffehouses. Nowadays, there are places next door that have jazz nights. Jazz and coffee doesn’t usually go bad together. But there are times, like today, where I am on my lunch break, sipping my carmel latte (made with real carmel and whole milk because it tastes better with extra fat), eating my “low-fat” muffin and I’m being disturbed by an older woman dressed up and giving me a music recital on the FLUTE!
Oh it’s not just that she’s playing, but in between musical selections she informs us of what the musical pieces are, by whom, and then in some, (the ones she doesn’t know fully) she’ll play the first 8 bars, and then say, “there’s more to that, that’s only the part I know.”
And I came here today to relax, instead, I’m going nutty…
I think I would’ve been happier if she had just played the scales.
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do…
odd observation
I was at my friend Mark’s house the other night. Now Mark lives in a fairly nice neighborhood that happens to have a little section of apartment buildings. (Not an apartment community, but fourplexes).
For the most part, his apartment is spacious and clean. Very livable, with the exception of the bathroom. At first, I thought he was just a lazy man who didn’t like to change the toilet paper roll so that’s why he placed it on the back of the commode. (I wonder if Im the only one that says commode…) I quickly learned that was not the case when I dropped my cell phone on the floor one night only to discover this.
The oddest place to put a toilet paper roll holder:
Who designed this place?
