I kind of feel like a John

Because I lent my "booty call" $400.

I'm too nice. Steel Pans was in a bit of a pickle where his license was suspended until he could pay $1,000 and he can't work without a license, hence the pickle. I covered the balance after he scraped together what he could. I'm probably too nice.

I've spent an incredible amount of money in the past two weeks. It's a bit sick, but about $700 of that went to vacation. I'm really excited to go to Chicago for Halloween and Jamaica for...well, because it's Jamaica and the Canadians will be there. I just need a break, I swear. I love how I act like my life is so rough and I constantly need a vacation. I'm such a baby about it.

Anyway, I'll suck it up and move on with my life.

I went to Honey last night. I wasn't going to. I even went to the gym first, but Feathers convinced me to go. If someone goes, then I go. I actually bet this guy Kirk (a real d-bag) $100 bucks that they would give me the outside table before him...and he "promotes there". I'm cooler though. They like me more. I'm going to win next week - if we go.

We had tacos and tostadas from this amazing truck right by Honey and it was brilliant. So delish. Didn't go with my diet though. Oh yeah, I'm on one of those. Watching what I'm eating, going to the gym more often, pushing myself harder when I'm there. It was going fine until last night and the three dinners/two carafes of cosmos.

That's nothing though. I got everyone shnockered last Thursday in honor of Mo's arrival. Most people ended up sick. I spent another $200. It's fine. I just need to stop "keeping them coming" when I start drinking. I'm a bottomless cosmo pit. I feel a touch bad because I blacked out for part of the evening, but at least I remembered to tell Mo where I lived...so I could pass out on the train. Yeah, I'm classy like that. I woke up BEFORE our stop though, so that worked out brilliantly.

We didn't do anything during the day on Friday and that was great. It rained and we watched TV. I need another day like that because starting on Friday night, we were going non-stop pretty much.

We went out to dinner in Union Square and then whilst drinking left over booze from Honey on Thursday (one of my fave parts of Friday mornings is going through my bag from the night before and seeing what goodies I've managed to stuff in my bag - I was not disappointed last Friday with a big bottle of cosmos and one of pom-apple martinis.)

Anyway, we walked up to Taj and we were super early, so we just kind of hung around and drank. A crazy homeless man called us lesbian prostitutes. It was funny because Mo was all "we can't stand on the corner because we'll look like hookers" and then we moved away from the corner....and lo and behold, we got called hookers. Then we went to sit in the bank and drink, and a homeless man decided that's where he was going to sleep that night. We had bad bum luck that night.

We got to Taj right before midnight and got two for one drinks. I had four drinks at once. It was pretty glorious. Good time overall. The train home was kind of a bummer because my train wasn't working...more about this later.

Honestly, I don't feel like writing anymore right now. You'll have to wait until Monday (or later next week) for more updates on my life.

I know I've been MIA

I have a lot to say, but I have no time. For now I'll just let you know what I WILL be talking about in the future (which will remind me to actually blog):

Mo's trip to NYC
Steel Pans situation
Booking October vacations

Well that's pretty much it...but there's a lot of material there. So stay tuned!

In honor of another Thursday

let me tell you  little story about last Thursday.

I didn't get home until almost 3am on Friday morning. This wasn't because I left Honey incredibly late, it's because...I went to Sheepshead Bay.

You might not think this is odd, but here's the kicker...I did not INTEND to go to Sheepshead Bay.

Let me explain.

It was a Honey Thursday. I got my nails done with the Mexican and downed a cosmo while being pampered. I made my way down to Honey, slowly. Feathers said she would be there before 7. It was 7:30 when I arrived. She was not there. I went in, did my usual rounds and got us a table in the front because it was flipping cold outside. I got my carafe and commenced drinking.

Feathers arrived, FINALLY. Heels arrived shortly thereafter. Drink drink drink. Two of my other girlfriends came later in the night and I was so happy to see them and we danced and laughed and drank and had a good time.

The bill was around $200. Welcome back expensive Thursdays.

Feathers, Heels and I walked toward Union Square. This guy wanted to take Feathers home. She was going to give us both cab money (well he was). Then he was being ridiculous so we decided to get on the train. We got to the station just as my train was pulling in. I drunkenly gave them goodbye pecks on the cheek and then sat down on the train.

I woke up, knowing I had missed my stop. I thought I had missed my stop by one, like last time.

I got off of the train in a rush, and left the station. I started walking in the direction my house should've been. I had to pee desperately, so I popped a squat against a car, thanking my lucky stars for tissues and babywipes. Whilst leaning again the car that was keeping me from falling in my own urine, I looked up at the street sign.

Avenue W.

Well folks, I live down by what would be Avenue A.

I decided the street sign couldn't possibly be right, so I continued walking. I got out my handy dandy googlemaps app on my phone and searched for my location.

Lo and behold, the damn street sign was right. I was in Sheepshead Bay. I took a moment to contemplate. Do I call a cab and pay a heinous amount after standing in the middle of creepy suburbia at 2:30am? Or do I try to locate a train station.

I started walking the direction I came from. Luckily, I only THINK I'm moving quickly when I drink. I was at the train in no time.

Neck Road. That's where I was. Neck Road is 9 stops past mine. NINE. Dear god what have I done?!

The train came within two minutes. It was miraculous.

I was on the train with 6 crazy people and a teenager with his hands down his pants. One woman was mumbling and screaming every few seconds, another man was chuckling to himself. I was being watched. I messaged VJ to tell him I was on my way home.

He met me outside the train station. We went home. I tried to dodge the tree in my front yard and get around my car. Thanks to the sprinklers, I slipped. My "good" knee hurts.

I ended up with a ginormous bruise on my left butt cheek that I wouldn't discover for another two days and just thought I had pulled something at the gym on Wednesday. I don't know where it's from.

Thursdays are dangerous. Tonight will be especially dangerous. Here's hoping I don't die, or leave Mo. Or vomit. Or leave Mo. Or fall down...or most importantly, leave Mo.


I already took Friday off to nurse my inevitable hangover.

Here's an update

I'm going to get my first Brazilian wax today.

Wish me luck. I will need it.

Mo will be arriving tomorrow. I really hope it doesn't rain the whole weekend (or at all). I am working on have big plans for us.

I might stumble later - depends on how the waxing goes.

VJ is in the hospital because he fell off of his bike. Maybe I'll go see him later.

Oh, you thought this was going to be a long update? Sorry.

Murphy's law Monday

I figured that since I haven't posted in a while, that I would get a head start this morning while I'm still riled up. I'm much better at conveying my complete and utter hatred for certain things when I'm angry, so let me ride this infuriated buzz to inspired writing.

Here's a bit of backstory to set up the morning.

VJ had been staying with me all last week. This made me a bit late for work every day, and also made me not fight with my mother in the morning because that's just embarrassing in front of company. Also, last Monday I went to Bed, Bath and Beyond with the Mexican and bought new toothbrushes. Why did I do this? Because for some reason, there are four toothbrushes in the bathroom on the second floor of my house. There are three people who live in my house. One of those people brush their teeth on the third floor. So why, why, why, does my dad ALWAYS use my toothbrush. No matter how many new brushes I buy, or how I try to separate mine, every time I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth the brush is wet. I then, have to get another toothbrush. It's really irritating. REALLY IRRITATING.

So I kept my toothbrush separate. I left it in its little box about 6 inches away from the toothbrush holder thinking "Surely, my father will recognize that this toothbrush is not his, and therefore won't use it."

Well guess whose mother (the third floor brusher) decided to throw away two random toothbrushes, and add mine to the holder. Yup, MINE. And guess what...out of the four toothbrushes left...MY DAD USED MY FUCKING TOOTHBRUSH THIS MORNING.

So not only do I get screamed at from the third floor because I'm not allowed to flush the toilet or use any water while my mother is in the third floor bathroom, I get to deal with a used toothbrush.

I yelled downstairs to my dad. Told him not to use to turquoise fucking toothbrush he used this morning and go lay in my bed for 10 minutes trying to suppress the tears of anger because it's Monday morning and everything is pissing me off.

So my mother comes traipsing down the stairs and yells at me once more saying I can't use the water when she's in the bathroom and I'm going to have to change what time I go into the bathroom in the morning.

No-siree. I WILL NOT FUCKING REORGANIZE MY SCHEDULE, THAT I'VE BEEN FOLLOWING THE WHOLE SUMMER AND BEYOND, JUST BECAUSE IT'S BETTER FOR YOU.

You have two options, Mother. Either you wake up earlier or later, or you deal with the consequences of a goddamn flushed toilet. 

I, of course, yell back at her not to touch the fucking toothbrushes because yet again my father has used mine. And why would she move them in the first place? Furthermore, is she so completely stupid as to not recognize that I separated my toothbrush on purpose that she had to put them together?

At this point, I'm cursing at her and she's telling me it's her house and I have to rework my morning routine. Yelling. Yelling. Yelling. I slam my door and finish getting ready.

I am so far hating this Monday, and because I am furious, I ignore her when she yells up the stairs that I have to move my car

You know what, fuck you and your selfish ass. If you want to get your car out of the driveway, then you might just have to move my car out of the way yourself, because I am NOT helping you.

I finish getting ready and try to sneak out the front door.

This doesn't work. She sees me and tells me to move my goddamn car. I tell her that she's going to have to deal with it on her own. She tells me if she has to move my car, then she's going to leave it in the street. I tell her to go ahead because my dad and I share the car and he's the one who's going to have to deal with it when it gets towed.

Then I give in, because I'm a good person and I don't think my dad should have to deal with the consequences of my mother being a raving lunatic.

I move my car, and have to use every fiber of my being not to play bumper cars and smash her stupid Prius to pieces. She drives past my car, yells something out the window and I just give her the finger. At this point, I am now running 15 minutes late. Now this doesn't seem like a lot, but the difference between 8am and 8:15am when it comes to getting on the subway is major.

MAJOR.

I get to the train station and it's packed. The train takes a while. It's a Q. It's even more packed. I refuse to jam myself on the train, knowing I will have to walk farther because I'll be taking the B train.

The B comes; packed.

Because I have now used up 15 minutes of my time dealing with my mother's bullshit, I'm forced to cram myself onto the train.

There is no place to hold on. People fucking suck. I got broadsided more times than I could count. I was listening to some girl's music because her headphones overpowered mine.

Infuriated.

I try to switch trains at Rockefeller Center. Now get this, the M and F run on the same line until that stop. For WHATEVER reason, they have decided to switch tracks. The F is running on the M line, the M is running on the F line.

WHAT GODDAMN SENSE DOES THAT MAKE? Fuck you MTA.

This little switcheroo causes a lot of confusion and time delay. Add another 10 or so minutes to my trip.

I got to work at 9:15 wanting to kill my mother, a baby and a puppy. Yeah. Welcome to my motherfucking murphy's law monday.

Thank god Mo gets here on Thursday and I'm taking Friday off. I will post later about last week but I needed to get this bullshit off my chest.

Thanks for aiding in my catharsis, blog.

I'm not dead, just dating...

which is kind of killing me.

I'm just tired lately, and I'm "dieting" or at least watching what I eat. It's making me sad.

Anyway. Vybz Jr. got evicted so he's been staying with me the past two nights. Other than offer him a place to stay for a few nights, I'm trying not to get involved. It's working well enough so far.

I went on a date on Monday, and one yesterday with this guy I used to talk to last year. Both were pleasant, but I just want to go home and sleep now.

Basically, I just wanted to let you all know I have not died.

More to come...sometime.

In which an "investigation" inspires fantasies of violence...

I was supposed to have a massage this morning. It was supposed to be for 30 minutes, at 8:30am. I left my house to arrive at 8:15am at Herald Square, where my chiropractic office is.

The B train came promptly. I got a seat. The ride was pleasant as I chuckled aloud to Bossypants in public.

We arrived at West 4th street, one stop from my destination. I was making good time.

One train conductor starts talking to the other conductor (driver) over the "intercom".

"Hey partner, did you get the message, we're bypassing 34th street." 

I stop reading.

"Partner, repeat, I did not get the message."

I take out my earbud.

"We are bypassing 34th street. [to us] Please be advised that due to an investigation at 34th Street - Herald Square, this train will be bypassing 34th street. The next stop will be 42nd Street - Bryant Park."

I get off the train.

I contemplate.

The F train is across the platform. I can skip my massage and go straight to work on the F train. I still have 15 minutes, I might be able to make it to the massage, at least an abridged one. I consider.

I miss the F train. 

The loudspeaker announces that we should take a D train to 42nd street and then transfer for the downtown train. I wait. Onto the D I get. The train conductor says to take the A C E upstairs to 34th street - Penn Station. I get off the D.

I walk up the two flights of stairs and shove myself onto a packed E train.

The E train is delayed because of train traffic ahead of it. It takes me 15 minutes to get three stops and now I am on 8th Avenue and need to be on Broadway (a mere two avenues away, but two long avenues. I have work at 9, 9:30 the latest). I get off the train. I call my chiropractor.

 

"Do you think I'll be able to make it for the massage? No? Oh, well I don't want to be so incredibly late to work and if I have to walk back to Penn Station I will be. I'll see you next Wednesday."

Thank goodness for Unlimited metrocards.

I go back downstairs and jam myself onto an even more packed E train. More train traffic. Only this time, the AC cuts off. It's sweltering. I make it to 53rd and Lex and crowd surf my way into the station, only to find that one of the escalators is not working. I am trapped on the line for the stairs. Manageable, but moving incredibly slowly...oh and it's probably one of the deeper stations in the subway system.

There seems to be no air flow. Three flights of stairs later and finally, a breeze. My lungs practically jump out of my mouth trying to get some ventilation. I maneuver my way to the 6 train, and then onto the bus. I am 5 minutes late for work, and infuriated.

I probably should've just waited for the Q that was directly behind the B train when I got on. (They actually told us it was directly behind the train we were on and to stop being assholes and holding the doors open.)

Here's the kicker. At 9:24am, they resumed service on the orange lines with residual delays. At 9:47am, the orange trains have "good service". Muthafucka...

Oh, and then the conference room projector doesn't work which is now my problem.

Friday, what did they do to you?!

Ramble ramble ramble.

Since I really have nothing interesting to say, I'm going to post my random thoughts throughout the day.

I also am very aware that I'm procrastinating on day 10 of the ten day challenge, the secrets portion. I don't really have many secrets. I'm pretty much an open book. I'll figure out what to write some day.

To follow my previous trend, I will post my random thoughts in yellow. This is mostly because yellow makes me happy, and that's what I've been lately.

I don't really do much at work these days. I mean I have big plans to do stuff, and maybe I accomplish more than I think I do...at least it looks that way. I definitely spend more time looking for blogs to read than doing anything productive actually. Or at least that's how I feel.

I'm thinking about going to nursing school. Or possibly Physician's Assistant School. In the meantime, I may go get certified as an EMT. The only thing about the EMT courses is that they're Tuesday and Thursday night. I cherish my Thursday nights. I love my Honey. Feather said we need a Honey break though, and when the weather gets cooler, I might be inclined to agree. We shall see though. My future is a blur.

I was scolded by a bus driver yesterday. He shut the door in my face and almost refused to open it. Then he told me that I was going to get myself hurt one day by doing what I did. What he was referring to was my "jaywalking in front of a bus". Mind you, I was less than two feet outside of the crosswalk, and the light was red...oh and I could clearly see he was still letting people onto the bus. Ok though mister bus driver, when you hit me with you damn bus, you're going to lose your job and a handful/shit-ton of money for the MTA. So I think maybe you're the one who's going to be hurt by doing what YOU did. Stop being grumpy just because it's raining. Asshole.

I should not be allowed on Amazon.com. EVER. I currently have 31 items on my Kindle. Only one of those was pre-loaded. I bought 5 books yesterday. One-Click purchasing will bankrupt me. Thankfully, the rain makes me want to read more, so I've been blowing through books lately. The most recent of which is Bossypants by Tina Fey. It is HILARIOUS. I don't even watch 30 Rock or most Tina Fey things (not because I don't want to, but because I just haven't), but she is brilliant and our sense of humors align. I'm pretty sure we're soulmates. (I almost wrote sole-mates, because she and I both have flat feet. See what I mean? Meant to be.)

I hate to be shallow (hate is a strong word), but I think one of my most gorgeous friends (although we're not as close as we used to be), always dates down. Her boyfriends are perpetually ugly. I guess she looks more for personality? Who does that though? I'm telling you though, this girl is stunning and her boyfriends are always...not at all. Well, except for one, but he was a complete d-hole and not worthy of her at all.

I am currently relieved because the ringleader of our traveling "group" has finally decided on the next dates for our Jamaican "reunion", and guess what...it's during my 25th birthday! I cannot wait. I have never really celebrated my adult birthdays.

Football season starts tonight, and I'm excited. Really, really excited. B is going to the Jets opener on Sunday. I'm also really, really jealous.

Before I get myself into a tizzy...again, I will refer you to THIS post. Now for the tizzy...this ENTIRE week, I mean Tuesday, Wednesday and today there has been pee on the seat every time I go to the bathroom. Every. Fucking. Time. I don't understand where some of these women were raised, but how hard is it to be considerate of the next person using the restroom? Are you trying to mark your territory? Are you just that self absorbed that you don't even bother to look down when you go to flush? Seriously, I think I know who it is...or at least who one of the culprits is. And if I'm right, this woman is a goddamn doctor. A FUCKING DOCTOR WITH NO MANNERS and NO consideration for others. I can't handle it. I'm disgusted, on a daily basis. This is inappropriate. My hand is itching to write a passive aggressive note to these unsanitary douchebags. It's going to happen. It's going to go right next to the "don't flush sanitary napkins and paper towels" sign, but trust me...it won't be as pleasant.

You know that coworker that got me riled up enough to write this post here? Well I take it all back. I think she's pretty awesome and I like her very much. It's been 8 months and the sure has grown on me. Maybe I'll even invite her out next week. She just sent me this link: Schweddy Balls

 

I'm upset that I'm wearing boots right now. It was torrential downpour this morning outside, and now, bright and fucking sunshiney day. Now don't get me wrong. I do love me some sunshine...I especially love sunshine on my toes. Mother nature, why must you toy with me so?

I love sass. Seriously, after just adding about a half dozen more bloggers to my blog roll who are self-defined as sassy, it's clear, sassy is right in line with my sense of humor and lifestyle. Sassy and snarky. Love it.

I can't turn down a free lunch, but I always end up eating too much of it. Honestly, I don't need this second half of a sandwich, but the other half was so delicious that...don't mind if I do!

I love the song Right as Rain by Adele. It reminds me of Delta, and then it makes me smile. Take a listen, I'll wait...

I really enjoy tropicana orange juice in their new snazzy plastic bottles, they just taste better.

I don't feel like writing anything else. Good day sirs and madams (mademoiselles)!

Not so laborious labor day weekend

So here are the highlights of my weekend.


Feather and Heels didn't end up getting to my house until midnight on Friday. We began drinking shortly thereafter and made our way to this place called Crossroads in Park Slope (Super south slope). We didn't end up going in, however. This was because it was a $10 cover and looked pretty damn lame to be honest.

We did, get into two racial arguments though. The first happened when a guy mentioned something about me being white. Heels was not having this, and honestly, neither was I. I had been drinking and I was feeling quite argumentative. Heels had to hold me back before she went in on the dude. Then this girl fell. She fell face first off the curb into the street. Heels couldn't contain her laughter, and it broke the tension. I know that's mean, and I should be more sympathetic considering my falling history, but I was not the one laughing, and I was thankful that something stopped the arguing. The guy tried to apologize, and his friend tried to get Feather's number...because he liked Heels? Does that make sense? No. Stupid grown men with braids.

Anyway, we started walking up towards 5th Avenue to try and find a bar. There were two black men on motorcycles. We noted these. One day I will ride one, probably when I'm drunk and don't know any better (I know this is a recipe for disaster, but things with two wheels make me nervous). Anyway, before they took off, they switched bikes. Therefore, it only made sense for me the say

"Oh, so you guys are switch hitters. Cool."

They were not amused. One of the guys started yelling at me and cursing me out, telling me to watch my mouth and once again, mentioned something about my skintone. Heels tried to tell him that I was joking, which I agreed with, and we ended up walking away leaving them angry on their bikes. (I hope they didn't get into an accident - I know how anger makes people drive stupid.)

We went and got pizza and were talking about the whole situation and two guys outside of the pizza place basically "picked us up". We went to a lesbian bar. They bought us jager bombs. I fucking hate jager, but I took it anyway.

Then they bought us irish car bombs. These are NEVER a good idea. I not only took mine, but I took half of Feather's and half and Heels'. I then took myself to the restroom and tried to force myself to get rid of them. It didn't work so well. I shrugged it off, and went back to the bar.

One of the guys lived down the block. We went there. I laid down on...a bed frame because there was no mattress. They smoked. We went home.

These men were hoping for an orgy of sorts. Not going to happen.

The next day we lazed around all day. No one could make a decision. We started drinking at midnight. By 2am we had decided just to walk toward Flatbush for J'Ouvert. We headed towards this party VJ had told me about. Unfortunately, we decided to walk the whole way (about two miles), and the party was shut down just as we got there. VJ and his friend, who still kind of creeps me out, found us and I thought we were going to another party. Instead, we ended up at VJ's where they smoked. Heels got sick. Stupid Fanta leaf.

The creepy friend drove us home. He also tried to get into my pants.

Heels was sick the whole next day so we didn't join any of the labor day festivities. It wasn't a bad weekend. In fact, I enjoyed myself, but I think next year or whenever they come to brooklyn again, we'll definitely need a plan.

JBike came over that night and cuddled though. He brought me a shirt from J'Ouvert. It was sweet. He left in the morning and blew another damn tire on his bike. I felt awful because he was so far from home, but he got it fixed. I'm telling you, vehicles with two wheels are dangerous!

My teeth currently hurt from the dentist yesterday. Delta was trying really hard to come over yesterday. He said something along the lines of "I just want to be the Bob Marley to your Reggae." I don't know what that means, and he spelt a lot of shit wrong, but I'm now done with him again. He yet again said he was on his way over and didn't come. I told him I didn't really care if he came over or not, and that I really didn't have anything to say to him. He offered me a night full of oral sex. Sorry, Snookie is currently closed for business. I told him I wouldn't make him go home if we got into another fight, but he would have to sleep in the guest room. He said he was scared of my third floor.

I'm over it. I told him to lose my number. I really hope he does.

I ignored Dominicaitian again. I'm going to hell.

I am cruel, and unusual.

I still can't muster up enough "courage" to tell Dominicaitian that I'm not interested in him. Every time I think things have fizzled off enough that he understands I'm not interested, he sends me a message and tries to make plans with me.

I am not nice.

I am really good at faking being nice in person. I'm really good at first dates, which I hate. I can't remember the last first date I went on that didn't result in the guy wanting to see me again. I'm generally uninterested though.

Something might be wrong with me. I think I require immediate chemistry to see a relationship going anywhere. I don't think chemistry can be developed. I've tried. Epic fail, EVERY time.

In other news, I'm in a great mood. Even though my body is really pissed right now. My doctor said I have two infections that are rarely seen together. I won the fucking bacterial lottery, I swear.

That might be TMI. Ignore it.

The Mexican and I went to eat at Social Eatz, Top Chef Angelo Sosa's restaurant so that I could try the Bibimbap burger. It was delicious.

Last night at Honey was marvelous as usual, and I managed to only spend $60. I also wasn't completely shithoused, and my skin "broke out" into kind of a "rash" but it's not a rash, just the splotchy redness on my chest that I can't find the reason for. It's slightly embarrassing, but thank god that the light outside of Honey is red. You couldn't even tell if you weren't looking for it. Irritated me a lot. I ended up with a headache as well. I think I've been clenching my teeth a lot lately. That's no bueno. My dental hygienist says it's no bueno. If I have to get a mouthguard like my mother I'm going to break my jaw.

I got a lot of random numbers and BBMs last night. The hookah guy Manny, who is 20, gave me his number. I have such a crush on him. He's so soft and I just want to squeeze and hug him and possibly do dirty dirty things to him. He turns 21 five days before I turn 25, no big deal...right? He has a fake ID though. Which reminds me of J Kwon's one hit wonder, "Tipsy", which I hated. I bet Manny doesn't even know this song because he was probably 10 when it came out. Super sad face. He was born in the 90s, guys...I remember the 90s...motherfucking cradle robber here.

I met another Jamaican. He is 21. Yup, another baby. He's going back to Kingston on Sunday. We danced a bunch. The DJ finally played my song (Quickie - Miguel) followed by my other song (Motivation - Kelly Rowland). It was great times. The Jamaican, his two cousins and friend drove me home. Well, I guess one of the cousins drove (whom I may, or may not be BBMing with right now** - I seriously have no clue who I'm talking to). They live in Brooklyn so it was fine. Feather and her friend...let's call her Heels (who was on the boat ride on Friday, and is now my friend), were worried about me...but I really love rides home. It worked out magnificently. I like those boys. They're good guys. We'll possibly see them this weekend.

Labor day weekend should be splendid. I think a bunch of people will make their way to my house because I'm not so far from all of the J'Ouvert activities, or the parade.

We shall see though.

I'm tired now. Running out of energy. Don't want to wait around at work to submit this stupid grant. But my raise retroactively kicked in today! So on the pros and cons checklist for the day, I'm way up on pros.

Have a great weekend everyone!


P.S. Still being lazy with the visual aids. BITE ME.

** Turns out I realized who I was talking to. I had met this guy who knew my mom. Yes, I know that's kind of weird, but she's a high school teacher and get this. He was her student in...1998. Yup, he graduated from high school 6 years before me. I probably knew him. I probably met him when I went to visit my mom at work. He remembers her though. I don't know how I feel about this.

Day 9: How do I love thee, let me count the ways

 

 Loves eh? This should be interesting. There are lots of things that I love. A few are stupid, some are profound, and most will not make it on this list. Let's see if I can pull together NINE of these suckers. Am I in a good enough mood for that?

What I love...

1. My parents

I know that losing them was one of my fears, so maybe this is a little repetitive, but they really are the best. I don't know where I'd be without either of them. They're a balance of crazy and perfect. I am who I am because of them, most definitely. Obviously I could not imagine if they had never had kids, but even if I wasn't their kid, I know there would be something missing in the world. Somehow when they had me, they got a manual and have been doing the best any kid could ask for.

My mom and I were a lot fatter then...this is the only picture I could find at work (thanks facebook). Oh my mom doesn't have blond hair anymore either.

2. Good friends

Friends are what get me through each and every day. I have a number of gems in my life (Mo, Feather, the Mexican, B...etc) and I'm just lucky. I sometimes wish I had a bigger group of friends, and maybe I will one day, but for now I'm just content to have a few great friendships.

3. Traveling

Who doesn't love to get away? I love new cultures, new people, new everything. I just like the experience of starting over and being somewhere different. There's nothing more thrilling than showing up somewhere you've never been before and have been anticipating going for a long time. Also, there's really nothing better than traveling with a big group of wonderful friends that make every moment entertaining.

4. Food (cucumbers are a big component of said food)

I'm a fat girl at heart and in practice. You've probably all seen my food updates. I have an unhealthy obsession with food, but I just can't seem to get enough. My taste buds are really greedy, what can I say?

5. Technology (Internet, Cell phone, TV...etc)

Obviously I love the internet for being an amazing resource for everything. I couldn't live without my cell phone (for a very long time at least). I need to be connected. TV is probably my favorite solitary pastime - I watch a lot of it and love getting lost in the stories.

6. Laughter

This is of course unless it's a heinous laugh. There are some really bad laughs out there. Otherwise, laughter is lifeblood. It's great for your heart and your life and just makes everything better. Love it. Need it. CRAVE it.

7. Roller coasters

I guess I could've just said thrills. I love things that get my heart beating and make me experience things I don't normally feel - like free fall. I love the feeling of free fall. I love excitement. I love fun!

8. Good smells

Bad odors are the worst, good smells bring back great memories. I love the smell of cleanliness, freshness. Not only is it hygenic, but it's a turn on to the umpteenth degree. I love great smelling colognes and certain types of foods. I have a really keen sense of smell, so it's important to me to expose myself to titillating and tantalizing odors.

9. Primary Colors

I guess I just like colors in general. Deep saturated colors. I'm not really a big fan of pastels, but primary colors are beautiful and I just love to see them. Without primary colors, you couldn't have any of the rest! The world is much better when it's not in black and white (or so I think)

Betrayal

My body, with the help of its buddy "bacteria", have yet again ruined another fucking holiday.

During my favorite weekend of the year...I will have to decide between sex and alcohol. Obviously I'm choosing alcohol, but dammit, WHY, WHY, WHY?

About to be best friends with antibiotics, yet again.

Go fuck yourself. (because I cannot)