Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Yellowstone aside, I am in a December funk. I am not going home for the holidays and it’s kind of bumming me out. This is not the first time I’ve missed Christmas with my family, but when I was living in Alaska most of my friends didn’t make the trip home either so there were a ton of things going on to keep me busy. This year I think I am going to wind up completely alone watching Lord of the Rings all day. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Lord of the Rings. I have not watched it in a long time either, so I am sure I will enjoy it too. But picturing the rest of my family sitting around a tree fighting with each other will definitely get me a little homesick. I hope this is the last Christmas I miss for awhile…
Friday, November 30, 2007
The good: It was a good game. My biggest fear was that the Cowboys were going to make it a blowout and that didn’t happen. And the fact that we could keep it a close game without two of our best players (KGB and Woodman) and with Favre getting injured, I think that says a lot about our team. I’d like to see how well Dallas would play without d-bags Romo and TO. And Rogers did a really good job especially since he’s only taken, what, two snaps this whole season? It gives me hope that when Favre does call it quits we will still be a strong team. We are a young team and we are a good team. I really believe that if we meet Dallas again in the playoffs, even if it is in Texas, if we have a healthy team (and Harris actually steps in up a notch!) we will win.
The bad: Favre was not on his game and then he got injured. That sucks.
The ugly: I believe my love affair with Favre is well documented, but even I get sick of hearing announcers fawn over him like he’s the second coming of Christ. And even though he did not play well it was expected because he never plays well in Dallas. EVER. He’s 0-9 there. But at least when people start talking about how great Favre is they are basing it on something. Favre has proven that he is an amazing quarterback. One of the best ever. I mean, come on, he’s 500-years old and he’s playing as well as he did in 1997. But the way that stupid Bryant Gumbel was jacking off to Romo’s name last night was so disgusting. I think he’s in training to be as bad as Madden. ‘Apparently’, the Packers scored a first down? It was a 19-yard play, you blind motherfucker! Sure, Romo’s good but this is his second year and he wasn’t that impressive! Not to mention that he is neck in neck with Brady for the title of Biggest Douche in the NFL. You don’t cream your pants over a second year quarterback. And I am really hoping that one of my four readers will have a better name for Romo than ‘Homo Romo’ because I hate it when people say that. There is no need to insult the entire gay community. And I’m sure that someone creative has something better than that.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
2. Packer games live are even better than Packer games on TV. And tailgating is my new favorite sport.
3. I am above average when it comes to weight gain over Thanksgiving. I am pretty sure I read somewhere that the average American only gains about 3 pounds over the entire holiday season. I am pretty sure I surpassed that in one meal. There is a reason I left the land of fried cheese and brats.
4. Blogging is only fun when it’s wasting time at work.
5. There are very few people that I even remember from high school much less want to hang out with when I am back in Milwaukee.
6. Somerset, PA – and all the surrounding rinkie-dink towns can kiss my ass. If I never experience holiday traffic in Pennsylvania again it will be too soon.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
I so desperately needed something to be proud of too. Working on global warming issues every day can be so daunting. And depressing. And I think it’s crucial to be optimistic in this field. I mean, if you don’t think anyone can make a difference, what’s the point?
My other brush with fame was courtesy of free tickets to the DC premiere of Lions for Lambs. Now, the movie sucked and I hate Tom Cruise, but he was there and he came with Katie. Robert Redford was there too. And Lynda Carter, but I am not really sure why she was there. And best of all, there was free soda and popcorn! Can’t get much better than that!
Friday, November 09, 2007
But last night, last night was the way sex dreams are supposed to go. I got to have sex with Brett Favre and he was well worth the wait. That butt. Those arms. That man is so unbelievably hot. I am definitely a big fan of any guy with well defined arms. I woke up and wanted a cigarette. Then I tried to will myself back to sleep to continue the dream, but that never happens. And I want to know why. The last time I had a good sex dream was back in 1992 when I dreamt about Luke Perry. I was so in love with Dylan McKay that I had a life-sized poster up in my bedroom and I might have made out with it once or twice. But that was a thirteen-year old sex dream, before I knew what sex could be like, so that hardly counts. Luke introduced me to sex dreams, but Brett has definitely set the bar, and he set it pretty high. So if anyone has any good suggestions on how to make yourself have great sex dream, please fill me in. God knows I need it.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
I've also decided to stay single for awhile. I'm definitely leaving DC in the near future, so what's the point? And I hate to admit it, but I am still getting over the ex. Roonie posted a blog awhile ago (on my birthday to be exact) about things you want to tell your ex and it struck a chord. The newness of being alone was still too fresh at the time for me to really know what I wanted to say and my thinking was skewed because I was just coming out of the worst year of my life.
I’m not trying to be melodramatic; it literally was a shitty, shitty year. It’s not like I was homeless or chronically ill, but May 2006 to May 2007 will go down on record as the year of Fuck Kristin the Hard Way. Yes, I realize that can be good every once in awhile, but after 12 straight months of ass fucking I was just too raw.
What made it such a crap pile of a year? There was a ton of stuff going on that just compounded. In May 2006, the newness of my job was starting to wear off and I was starting to realize it wasn’t going to be all rainbows and unicorns like I had pictured in my head. Moving financially wiped me out and I was realizing how expensive it is to live in DC. Plus summer was beating down on me and I was learning that this swampy ass city is as close to hell as I ever care to get. But everyone has little problems and those weren’t even blips on the radar. My grandpa died, which was a pretty big blow. And there were the growing problems with my unbelievably psychotic roommate, which I think got to me more than I liked to admit. And then the ex literally went from “Let’s move in together” one week to “I’m leaving you for an old whore” (perhaps I am paraphrasing there a bit) the next week. Dead grandparent/getting dumped/crazy roommate = trifecta that I blame for the 30 (ok, 35) pounds I’ve gained since I moved here and the reason I started smoking again after 4 years.
But now that I've had some time to reflect I'd like to start my own list.
Things to tell my ex:
It took me six months to realize that you leaving was a good thing.
It took me almost a year to forgive you.
I still hope your relationship fails.
I feel smarter without you.
I will never put up with that much bullshit again.
If you hadn't left, eventually I would have.
It's not relaxing, or having a good time, or unwinding after a hard day - you are an alcoholic.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Sadly, other than Guitar Hero, there is nothing new going on in my life. No one wants to give me a new job and I am sick of bitching about my current one. I am trying to figure out how to break up with someone, a story I am sure will make a great blog entry eventually, but so far I keep chickening out. I mean, seriously, how do you tell an incredibly nice, asthmatic, epileptic that you never, ever ever want to see him again? Do I have to worry about that killing him? And why do I keep ending up with stories like that?
I didn’t want to turn into that blogger that only posts once a month (Dwight) but until I get hit with some motivation or have a sudden burst of creativity, I think I might be taking a break.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
You get my point.
And I never accept those causes. Facebook is basically like MySpace, but if you accept too may of those requests, your page gets all cluttered and I have more important things to put on my page. Like ‘How hot are my friends?’ and the page I created for my dog. Oh! And the happy hour application you can add so you can send and receive drinks from your friends. Those all totally deserve more space on my page.
Screw the Jena 6.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
I have slowly been cleaning off my desk at work. Not bleaching down the surfaces, although that would probably be a good thing, but taking home shit that has accumulated since I started working here. All my pictures are gone, the stupid stuffed penguin they gave me when I first started is gone, the mostly dead plant, and most of my books. All that is left now is my assortment of various teas and Emergen-C, the year old can of soup I have never gotten desperate enough to eat for lunch, and the copy of Middlesex I’ve been reading whenever my boss doesn’t come in.
I am trying to clean up so that when I leave, which is inevitable at this point since I despise my job more and more with each passing day, it won’t be so difficult to get the hell out of here. I am also trying to not make it so noticeable that I am planning ahead for an easy exit. So far, my plan seems to be working. They have no idea what’s coming.
Monday, September 10, 2007
semi-hypochondriac like myself. My allergies have been kicking my ass
for the last two weeks and I was starting to wonder if it might be
something else, so I went online. Big mistake. I am now convinced that
I have tuberculosis along with a tumor and cancer, which means I am
totally fucked and I am going to be dead in the next 3 months.
In other news, I totally bombed my last interview for that job in
Milwaukee. I didn't give a shit during the first two rounds of
interviews, and I suddenly decide I actually want the job and turn
into a rambling moron that says, "Um…" after every sentence. So much
for that job!
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
My final interview for a job in Milwaukee is this Friday and while I am excited about the prospect of this job, the timing totally sucks. And now that it is more real I, of course, am having second thoughts about it. I do this every time there is the possibility of something new. But I don’t think that at this point in my life I am going to be completely satisfied with any decision I make. All I know is that I am so sick of having to work two jobs. And I am more than ready to give up DC traffic jams and the retched allergies that have recently become the bane of my existence. Plus, in Milwaukee, I could afford to live alone and according to Craigslist at least, I could even afford to live alone downtown in a pretty nice neighborhood, which could actually be fun.
The one thing that is really going to suck it telling my roommates that I am leaving. I don’t see how they can get upset though considering I am going to continue to pay rent until our lease is up. If anything, I think they’ll be happy that they have more room to themselves and won’t be stuck watch Rock of Love anymore. Right?
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
If I rock all three interviews and get offered all three jobs, I could stay in DC, move back to Milwaukee, or move on to yet another new city. I am sick of moving, but I’ve been complaining about DC for at least a few months now. And if I took the job here, even though it’s definitely the best job career wise, I know it wouldn’t make me any happier. If I go to a completely new city, I’m basically starting all over. Again. And if I take I job in Milwaukee, I go back to my past, which isn’t all that great.
A girl I work with at REI is packing up her truck and heading out west. She has no plan, no definite destination. And I am so jealous of her right now. When I went to Vegas to see George off before he left for PeaceCorp, I met some of his friends out there and they were pretty fucking awesome. I told this girl I work with that she should look them up when she gets to Colorado and it sounds like she is going to do just that. She is going to learn how to ski and get drunk with people I want to be friends with and leave whenever she wants to. And I can’t do that because I have a dog and a shit ton of debt to pay off. And it’s not like I have a PhD or a law degree to show for it either. No, I have a semester abroad and poor credit card management skills. What I really want to do is find a shitty ass job that pays be a butt load of money so I can get my car and my student loans paid off in the next two years and then I too can run off to Colorado and do whatever the hell I want. Now I just have to figure out where to even find a job that doesn’t require much experience and pays well. Any suggestions?
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Other that the suit I just got to go out on interviews, I haven’t bought anything other than wedding shit for months. So how is it that I keep spending money?! How? It really sucks. I don’t do anything. I go see a movie once in awhile, but that's about it. I go to the free museums - I won't even shell out the $16 it costs to get into the Spy Museum, even though I think that sounds frickin' awesome. (Seriously, KDonk007 sounds pretty badass if you ask me...) Anyway, I don’t go to concerts, I don’t go to the really awesome bars that charge $14 for a shitty apple martini, I don’t even get my haircut because it’s like $40 around here! I wait until I visit my parents and then go to this woman’s house that my mom knows where she cuts hair in her living room for $8 a pop. So where is my money going?
I think part of the reason I have been so crabby lately is because it’s summer in DC, which means if hotter than hell. Literally. The heat index is some where around 106 today. (Becca, that’s like 41 degrees for you. Canada is so silly.) Why the hell our founding fathers decided to drain a swamp and then set up shop is beyond me. I would have built the White House up in New England. And then come up with something a little more original than New England. And for that matter, the White House is pretty damn unoriginal too. I would have slapped some color on that sucker and come up with a better name. Sorry, GW, but your shit is B-O-R-I-N-G.
Saturday, August 04, 2007
PS - I know you don't live in Boulder. Or Englewood for that matter. But she's got a Jeep and knows how to use it!
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Anyway, I haven’t caught up on my sleep since she left and I have absolutely no motivation to write anything remotely entertaining right now.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
I also found out my mom was doped up on Vicodin the first few months I was alive and she purposely took it right before breast feeding me! Apparently, my grama also gets a loose tongue when she drinks. It explains so much…
And that was my weekend. My life is so cool.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
On Saturday night, my roommate decided to go to a Toby Keith concert with a bunch of people she works with and they met up at our house before heading out. First of all, a group of ‘military analysts’ spending money to go see Toby Keith is scary enough. I mean, talk about a douche bag. I hope he didn’t brainwash them all into assassinating the Dixie Chicks and committing us to three more years in Iraq just to teach those goddamn anti-patriotic terrorists a lesson.
Anyway, the other really annoying thing I noticed about everyone that went to the concert was that they were all girls and they were all super cute, young, under qualified and looked like they went straight to the CIA from Kappa Beta Gamma. All white, all blonde, and all alcoholics apparently. They came home so bombed it was actually quite comical. My roommate missed the one step leading up to our front door and busted her chin open and left blood all over the house.
All these girls also got hired from career fairs where they interviewed in person. I have been to several career fairs for my current job and we always get the hippies that put on clean jeans to impress us. The government always has a booth with people lining up for miles in full on suits with multiple copies of their resumes. There are short people, tall people, black people, and white people. I think I saw that oldest kid from Malcolm in the Middle there once. And the people interviewing candidates are usually middle-aged white men. Hmmm…
Monday, July 16, 2007
Anyway, Vinu and I had pretty much the exact opposite reaction to the movie. It’s frustrating when you go see a movie with someone and have different opinions about it. I don’t want to justify liking a movie and it’s hard to bitch about how awful a movie was if the person you saw it with loved it. So the car ride home was pretty quiet.
The one thing we could both agree on, however, was that it is disturbing to see Daniel Radcliff entirely naked in the posters for that play he is doing in London. I don’t know what is more disturbing, that he’s naked, or that I think he looks pretty darn good.
I bet Harry’s getting more ass than a toilet seat in an Indian restaurant.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Anyway, I was thinking about this last night and I realized that I don’t think I have ever gone on a first date before. I don’t think it counts as a ‘date’ when you go home with someone from a bar, even if you end up with that person for awhile. And everyone else I’ve ever dated I’ve already known. It’s like I am the 40-year old virgin, except I’m under 30 and we’ve already established that I’m a tad slutty…
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Plus, people from the Daily Show were there, so I got to meet Aasif Mandvi! That’s right bitches, you wish you were me!
And, yes, alright, there were a few very non-environmentally friendly aspects of the show, but the point is they tried. I mean the beer cups were made out of corn people – that is definitely a step in the right direction!
Monday, July 02, 2007
I know my planner is around, I just seem to have misplaced it. It probably got sucked into the vortex of shit that has been swirling around my car since I drove up to Becca’s wedding a little over a week ago. I have just had zero motivation to clean anything the past two weeks.
In other news, God has once again decided to smite me. Live Earth is six days away now and I am starting to get sick. My throat is dry and my nose is a little stuffy. I am drinking about 27 gallons of water a day and taking Emergen-C, so hopefully I will be able to thwart this damn cold, but my roommate has been sick forever, so I might not escape it. Who the hell gets sick in the summer?!
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Well not this time!
I shit you not, the only two people that have ‘winked’ at me are some guy in a wheel chair and someone who thinks ‘Cheers’ was the best show ever made and makes less than $25,000 a year. I know that money shouldn’t be a huge factor, but I am busting my ass at two jobs so that I can afford to go out and do fun things and I sure as shit am not about to spend my hard earned money on some guy that doesn’t understand the difference between no and know. Not to mention that $25,000 a year in the DC area doesn’t get you anywhere! This guy has got to be living with about 12 other people in a two bedroom apartment in Southeast. I mean, he probably just wants me for my Corolla.
And I hate to admit it, but I don’t think I could deal with dating someone in a wheel chair. Don’t judge me! I’m sure there are plenty of other reasons why I’ll see all of you in hell! Think about all the logistics of everything from driving to intimacy. I mean, if I was with someone and they became wheel chair bound, I like to think I wouldn’t leave them, but I don’t think I’d initiate something with a guy in a wheelchair that doesn’t even match all my compatibility points on Match.com! And come on, the first person trying to contact me was a guy in a wheelchair?! Who else would that happen to?
Granted, I don’t have any pictures handy so I used my awful work id picture, but it’s not that bad! I mean, I’ve seen worse. It’s just so fitting that something I would do solely for an ego boost would completely backfire on me. I’ll stick to slutting it up at happy hour, thank you very much, which conveniently is tonight! Yay happy hour!!
Sunday, June 24, 2007
For example, I just found out that I am going to the Live Earth concert in New York in two weeks. THAT’S RIGHT, FOLKS! I am going to Live Earth. If you don’t know what Live Earth is, boy, are you dumb. Turn on a tv or open a paper and get with it! Live Earth is Al Gore’s concert series. Shows are simultaneously going on in New York, England, Australia, Brazil, Japan, China, Germany, Turkey, and South Africa.
The New York lineup includes:
Fall Out Boy
Alicia Keys and some other artists I don’t really care about.
And not only am I going to Live Earth, my job while I am there is to blog about it! That’s right, I said it. I am getting paid to go drink and blog at one of the most awesomest concerts ever. Don’t hate, bitches!
And news of this assignment came right on the heels of a presentation I had to give the VP of my department and when I was done he said I was ‘facile’, that I had ‘a great affect’, and that I should ‘be giving all our departments presentations’. Call me crazy, but that sounds like pretty good feedback to me! I’m hoping that perhaps the trickle down effect will be that I actually get a little more responsibility now. ‘Cause that might actually be enough to get me to stick around for a few more months…
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
I got home from work on Sunday night and found myself wide awake with nothing to do, so I settled in for a night camped out on the couch watching shitty celebreality. And I wasn’t disappointed. VH1 was showing the finale of Celebrity Fit Club and one of the ‘stars’ of the show is Saved By the Bell alum Dustin Diamond. What a complete dickwad. And to top off all his annoying, whiney behavior, they mentioned that he has moved to Milwaukee of all places! I am so pissed at that! Like we don’t have enough to overcome with Milwaukeeans like Jeffrey Dahmer and Laverne and Shirley? Seriously Dustin, you had to choose Milwaukee of all places? You couldn’t go to Cleveland or Omaha?
I realize I no longer live in Milwaukee, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still consider it home. And I’ve been thinking about going back a lot in the past few months, but I think I would literally vomit if I ever ran into Dustin. And I cannot fathom how anyone could shell out any money to see a Dustin Diamond sex tape. PUKE! I don’t care if he makes Tommy Lee look like a prepubescent Indian, I would never, ever, ever want to see him naked.
I cannot think of a worse B-list celebrity, but I feel like I must be overlooking someone. So, what can you come up with, my loyal six readers?
Friday, June 15, 2007
INSTRUCTIONS: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so.
1) What Greg Likes
2) A Blog of a Good Time
4) 5 of 9er/Meaning of Loaf (That right – I got DOUBLE TAGGED!!)
5) Capital Cities Whinemonger
Select five people to tag:
Jesse (Who is the most likely to not do this? This guy!)
What were you doing 10 years ago?
I had just graduated from high school and was getting ready to head off to Chicago for college. So, basically I was drinking a lot and hanging out with my best friend, Angie, pretty much every day.
What were you doing 1 year ago?
I had just moved to the DC area and was starting my super awesome job. Holy shit, what a difference a year makes.
Five songs that you know all the lyrics to:
1) "Gimmie that Nut” by Eazy E
2) "My Name is Jonas” by Weezer
3) "November Rain” by Guns N’Roses
4) “We Didn’t Start the Fire” by Billy Joel
5) “Greatest Love of All” by Whitney Houston
Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:
1) Quit my job!!!
2) Pay off debt
3) Buy a house
4) Go back to school for photography
5) Go on a LOTR’s tour
Five bad habits:
1) Eating even after I am full (Hence the chubby)
2) Smoking after even one beer
3) Driving just to drive
Five things you like doing:
1) Watching trashy tv
2) Having sex (yes, it comes in second)
3) Eating ice cream
4) Riding a bike
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Specifically, my breasts. I have decided to have them done. Sorry boys, but I’ve decided to downsize. I cannot understand why anyone would choose to have big boobs. They suck. It’s harder to find clothes that fit, and the ones that do make me look either frumpy or slutty. And believe it or not, I don’t always want to look like a skank. Only on weekends and the occasional casual Friday. It’s also harder to run. And most annoyingly, they get in the way when I am trying to sleep.
Anyway, even with insurance covering most of the costs I am not going to be able to afford the rest until sometime next spring, which means I have plenty of time to think about what size I want to go down to. It’s going to be either a B or a C. Right now it’s a toss up though. C seems to be the ideal cup size, but I’ve always envied small, perky breasts and it would be amazing to be able to wake up and get out of bed without having to worry about a bra all the time. But I don’t really have a grasp on what different sized boobs look like. So I have been finding myself staring at women’s chests a lot more lately. It’s not like I have never noticed someone else’s boobs before, but it’s never really been a habit to study them. I’m sure some of the women on the Metro must think I am a pervy lesbian, but I think research is important here. I mean, this is not buying a sweater. And some days I think, ‘Wow, her boobs are perfect.’ Then other days I am drawn to a completely different size. So I have this conundrum now and I am asking you, six readers, what would you do if you were in my shoes? Or in my bra as the case may be…
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
My favorites on the show are always the break dancers. I tried to learn the running man in middle school and that was a big flop. Hell, I couldn’t even do the moonwalk when I was younger. This year, I have my eye on Hok, the Japanese guy raised in England. He was shafted last year – SHAFTED I tell you. The show doesn’t like break dancers though, so I am only going to give him 3 or 4 weeks until he gets the boot.
Last year, I was super excited when Benji won. He didn’t look like a traditional dancer, which is why I think I liked him so much. He gave me hope. Anyway, make fun of me if you want, but this is the only show I that is getting added to my TiVo list this summer. And if you have a problem with that – you suck.
Friday, June 08, 2007
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Today was a very sad day. Today is the day that I realized my dream will never come true. Today was the last taping of the Price is Right. And now I will never be able to see it. Sure, I can go to the crappy Vegas live show, but without my good friend, Bob, what’s the point?
Oh, Bob, why didn’t you ever do a road show like Wheel of Fortune? Milwaukee wasn’t fancy enough for you? Well, not all of us can afford to jet off to LA to be in your live studio audience, Bob. Did you ever think of us? Huh? Did ya? Obviously not. And now we will never get to experience Plinko, or Beat the Clock, or my personal favorite, Hole in One (OR TWO).
I also liked Cliff Hanger a lot because sometimes you’d get a real moron playing that one and that always made for a good time.
But the show has been ripped from all of us now and there is nothing any of us can do about it because apparently Bob decided to be a selfish asshole and think about only himself.
I’m sorry, Bob. I didn’t mean it. Please come back, Bob. I promise I will be good. Please? Please, come back?
Sunday, June 03, 2007
My hangover this week stems from an attempt to enjoy Pirates. I was told the only way to like the movie is to get drunk before hand, so I took the advice to heart. It worked. The scenes where Johnny Depp is in Davy's locker are awesome. I absolutely love that man. And getting drunk in a movie theatre is completely under-rated. I think I need to start seeing all movies in a state of utter intoxication.
I need to find more Advil...
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
So it’s well established that I am not a music connoisseur.
One of the ‘classics’ I never heard before and had the wonderful opportunity to listen to this weekend was Warren Zevon’s breakout from 1978, Excitable Boy. It has a catchy tune you feel like tapping your feet to and then this verse comes along:
“He took little Susie to the Junior Prom
Excitable boy, they all said
and he raped her and killed her, then he took her home
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy
After ten long years they let him out of the Home
Excitable boy, they all said
And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he's just an excitable boy”
I thought at first that maybe this song was like Polly and was a commentary on some real life event, but no. Apparently Warren was just a freak. And songs like that explain why I am never going to be a music critic. I.don’t.get.it. I am sure there is some deep meaning behind this song that is a commentary on Larry Flint getting shot or Pope Paul VI dying, but its way above my head. And I soooo don't want to figure it out.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Pint and I are off to Bean town (yes, I did just call it that) in about 12 hours and I still have to do wash before I can pack. I really hate doing my wash. I think that a glass (or four) of wine will make my night so much better! That, and Christina bitch slapping Meredith right before she runs out of the church and leaves Burke alone at the alter, but I doubt that will happen. We’ll see…
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
I have decided that none of my other friends can get married anytime soon. Weddings are expensive. If I ever decided to get married, I am SO going to elope in Vegas. I figure that will be the only time in my life I’ll splurge on a suite in the Luxor, and I’ve wanted to do that for awhile now. Of course, if I find myself a good sugar daddy that will take me to Vegas and let me blow his money on a regular basis so I can scratch that off my list, I don’t know what I’ll do. But I’m not going to worry about that until I meet a hot, old, rich man that’s totally in to chubby, half-albino girls.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
So, I obviously brought in a camera today. It's not mine though. I really need to invest in a digital camera!!
Monday, May 07, 2007
I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to just be satisfied in a job. My job right now is dull, but it’s not bad. I work with good people. And it’s not like the work is at all difficult. It’s weird, it’s like I hit a wall at some point and I get restless and I have to move on. I know I can handle more responsibility in a job, but why can’t I just be patient where I’m at? Eventually I’ll be given a chance to move up the ladder here. I think part of the reason I want out right now is because of how expensive this city is. Once you’ve been to all the museums, there’s a ton of cool shit to do but it’s expensive as hell. So being around cool shit, but not being able to afford to do any of it, well, it gets old real fast. Plus the summers here suck. I hate the heat. I mean, for Pete’s sake, I grew up in Wisconsin and moved to Alaska. I am a cold weather gal. Living in a drained swamp is not something that I am willing or able to do forever. Plus, politics get boring. So, I’ve been thinking about this for awhile now and even though I have met some really cool people here, I think it’s about that time to start looking for something new, whether this job in Milwaukee pans out or not.
I believe Tom Petty put it best:
“It's time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
It's time to move on, it's time to get going”