Lame attempt at a comeback #2

10:30 pm. Have nothing productive to say. Missed tango. Was supposed to run three miles, but successful managed to walk just over one. Craig, my good friend and new landlord is coming over to fumigate my apartment (sadly, the only shocking shocking business that I'm willing to discuss is that I think I caught a brown recluse in my new digs. Aside from deadly arachnids lurking in dark corners of my pad, I have nothing else to complain about. You know, it really comes down to location location location.)Have to feebly clean up around here...moved in a few weeks ago, and my clothes were barely hung up into the closet as of a few days ago. Don't want to leave the impression that the last tenant, my complete mess of an ex-boyfriend, never left.

Have a lot of crazy plans on decorating my place...lots of wonderful fun things to spruce up my plot of land. At the moment, unless a wad of thousands and cocaine induced energy come my way, I'll just have to assume those ideas are sitting on a backburner. It'll get done. Just not anytime soon.

Here's to hoping and wishing. Leaving to pick up a dirty sock or two.

-the end-

Karaoke and love don't mix

I think I officially led a man on tonight. I was set up with a guy, drank to compensate...plus, we were at a Karaoke bar and I tend to use liquid confidence as a crutch.

Ipso facto....I led him onto thinking I was a little more into him than I was.

I don't think too highly of myself at the moment. I think I'll go make myself a grilled cheese sandwich.

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I got dragged to the ballet last night

Actually. I begged and pleaded to go. I happen to like the ballet.

However, I realize at this point of my venture, I still do not have the adult capicity to appreciate it as adults do. Even from the mezzanine, I was distracted by the size of Pan's junk during the our performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream. And then, I got distracted by the fact that we were viewing a Midsummer Night's Dream during the first week of fall.


And then, things went steadily downward as the prostitutes entered the balcony midway through the first act.

Possible tattoo options

WE HOPE YOU ARE SATISFIED WITH YOUR PRODUCT. IF NOT, WE WILL CHEERFULLY REFUND YOUR MONEY.

I wonder if I could get it done in Old English?

Essentially, me in a nutshell

I got my corndog.

Yesterday could have ended badly. Very badly. I drove home from work the other day on a nearly empty tank of gas. I had no money to put more gas in it and that was a good enough excuse as any to take a day off of work...because there wasn't really a way for me to get there.

Later that evening, a two good friends of mine sensed there was something very wrong with me on my end of the universe and knew to call me. So they did. I got an invite to spend the night over with the both of them, whittling down the remains of the day watching The Breakfast Club and eating junk food and bitching about relationships with two of the straightest men on earth.

Come hell or high water, I was making it there somehow or another.

Fate wanted me there because my gas tank, which was clearly as empty as I left it when I got home from work that evening, made it all the way back north without a hitch. Blessed be.

It was a good evening that took the blues away for a while. Party #1 filled up my gas tank so I could make it through the week and then some. While I wasn't looking, party #2 slipped $500 dollars in cash in my purse to get me through the rest of the month and then some. From that point on, I vowed never to bitch about my relationships ever again. This whole time, I had two of the best boyfriends on the planet.

The previous guy promised me corndogs and never got them for me. These two guys gave me the means to buy them for myself. So, I bought one for dinner.

And, it...was...delicious.

Look at me! I'm the human punching bag.

Can't talk now. Busy pulling knives out of my back. As Judd Apatow would say,"How can you still keep fucking me in the ass when your dick is still there from the last time."

My sentiments exactly.