Garbage Man Feuds, Stolen Goods, and One Hell-of-an Arm-Ornament

Most likely, those of you who read this check out CraigsList from time to time. This little haven is the number one stop for apartments, dating, jobs, etc. Hell... it's where I found my job, and where I used to spend a lot of my early morning hours seeking out potential furnishings for my then, new apartment.

My good friend, John is an avid fan... and sent me a Best Of Craigslist. Please don't visit the link unless you have time to kill, because you will...get... sucked...in.

John gives it a big thumbs up.


Here are a few examples as to why:

To My New Friend With My Palm and Cell Phone:
Thanks so much far holding my cell and Palm for a while, apparently you plan on taking control of my life, because I needed those two things in order to survive. I was wondering if you could do a few favors for me since you have those two items of mine. When my ex calls could you tell her that her services are no longer needed. I have moved on and unless she gets a drunken call from me after midnight I am over her. (Which I can no longer do, since you have my cell phone, so whatever.) Her name is Debby, she is in the Speed Dial under “Phat Booty.” My cousin will probably call next week wanting me to help winterize his boat, why he waits till almost December for this is beyond me, please tell him I do not use his boat and a six pack of warm beer is not enough to get me to stand in the cold for 4 hours while he decides how the cover fits on. When my boss calls for the Thursday reports tell him my clients are happy and I will be a little late on Monday (I have to get a new cell phone.) On my Palm Pilot there is just about everything in the world that matters to me, so I am sure it is not that big of a deal to you. Please do not beat my high score on Tetris, it took me a friggin’ hour to get that. I have a memo unprotected with a few of the passwords that I use for websites. Please help yourself to some Levenger items. (they have some expensive pens that I am sure you would appreciate.) If you hurt yourself breaking into my car go ahead and order some bandaids and peroxide. I do not want you to get an infection. If you get a chance, on my Palm, there is my list of birthdays for all my friends, I will give you money for the cards if you could send them out next year. Thanks. I have “in da club” as the ringer for my phone, (which I am sure you know since I have been calling my cell for 2 days now.) I like that ringer a lot, but if you must change it, go ahead. Oh crap, I almost forgot, I have the chargers for these items, I can get them to you if you like. I figured you have a day or two on both items and they might need to be plugged in. Let me know if there is a good time to meet and I can get these to you. Thanks.

Me

Posted: Friday, Nov. 19 14:05:56 2004
Boston, Mass.

this is in or around Boston
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests

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My Blood Feud With My Garbage Man
I'm in the middle of a feud. I wish it was with someone louche and questionable, because then at least my feud would be slightly cool. But no, my feud is with my garbage man. And I'm going to win this feud, so help me. I'm close to meeting him at the curb with a glove to slap his stupid face so I can challenge him to a duel.

For a little background on my feud, I rent a house with six other guys. We all take turns doing the garbage duty, but somehow I always end up doing it because the other guys "forget". This sucks because they are all men and I'm an innocent girl who should never have to touch garbage, but I guess I went on and on about women's equality and how I'm as good as they are and they believed me and now I'm stuck doing "man's work." Note to self: keep feminist ideas quiet.

Back to my feud - about two or three months ago, our garbage man left us a cute little note. No, he wasn't thanking us for all the quality garbage we produce (a metric ton of bottles and cans and porn), he was complaining because we "put our cans too close together and they must be at least four feet apart." He left this note on top of our still full garbage cans that he refused to pick up.

Of course we had just had a party, so there were all sorts of decomposing items in the garbage can that had to sit around for another week, in addition to the new garbage we accumulated. I was the only one who was pissed off about this, because I'm a woman and I'm averse to rotting garbage scenting my home. The other guys didn't even notice, but these are guys who think their gaseous emissions smell like Chanel No. 5, so I was the only one who seemed bothered.

The next garbage pickup, I carefully observed the 4 foot rule, as well as the rule of not exceeding the capacity of the can. I was a regular Sanitary Poster Child. I gave good garbage. And our garbage was picked up, so all was well, until one night I happened to look down at the rest of the garbage cans on our street and I noticed that our neighbor's cans were closer together than 4 feet, like so close they were touching. And yet their garbage was being picked up. Well, I'll be fucked sideways. If my neighbor's garbage cans can touch, so can mine.

Next garbage day, I put the cans close together. That night, I came home to find one of our cans, open, laying on it's side. The other can was sideways at the other end of the driveway. But the rest of the block, all their garbage cans were neatly lined up and TOUCHING. And thus, it was on. The feud had begun.

Every week, I've deliberately put the garbage cans together (like the rest of the street), and every week, our cans are fucked up. Knocked over. Akimbo. Today I was fed up, so I put the garbage cans together and then at the ungodly hour of 5:15 am, I watched the garbage man from a hidden corner on our porch. The fucker dumped our garbage into the truck and then looked around before knocking over one of our empty cans with his foot.

At this point, I sprang out of the shadows and said, "Why the fuck did you do that?" It was kind of funny to watch him jump. He recovered quickly though, and with an extremely surly tone he said he was fed up with our cans being too close every week. I said, "Well, what about the rest of the block? See their cans? Yeah, they're all touching, yet you don't abuse their cans. What the fuck?"

Here's where the story just gets bizarre, as per usual in my life. The garbage man (who looks like he just came from the local biker bar) picks up one of our garbage cans and chucks it into the back of his truck, gets in the truck, and the driver starts to drive away. I stood in awe until my anger took over again and I ran up along side the truck, just in time to be treated to his grinning face and his middle finger.

Now we only have one garbage can. All I'm going to say is, hell hath no fury. Do we not pay for this service? I have a feeling that dealing with the sanitation department is going to be like dealing with the DMV - I'm going to get fucked. There's probably some rule I don't know about, like: Never fuck with your garbage man. We'll probably all have to move because I tried to take them on.

This is a complaint from yesterday, but it still stands today: I hate people who say, "Happy Hump Day!" on Wednesdays. They are the same people who say, "T.G.I.F!" and "Looks like someone's got a bad case of the Mondays!" (and they aren't being sarcastic and quoting Office Space either) and "It's raining so hard, I had to swim into work! Quack, quack!" I hate you and I hope you trip over your Payless shoes.

Posted Thursday, Nov. 18 10:31:26, 2004
Washington, D.C.

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That being said...America is so full of potential, and all of us who spend the time reading these have just as much time on our hands as those people posting. ha!

Iy de mi.

Post-Turkey Wrap Up

Remember Oh's? I'm eating a giant bowl of them right now.

Unfortunately, I'm without keyboard on my computer, so I'm borrowing a friends for the moment, and for some reason, their computer doesn't want to let me post links/photos. Sorry, kids. I'll bring 'em in later...

I still have three whole days here at home. Yip yip. I think tonight i'm going with Oak and Tres to go sing karaoke. umm....hahahha. I usually just watch. I can never take it seriously.

We have game show network at home. Quality. I remember when they first formed the channel, they used to do call-in trivia contests with people from all over the United States. Mark Summers (hosts that candy show on the Food Network) and Mary-Anne Coran (I think she may be on CMT...) worked their charm, and gave away fabulous prizes if you beat your opponent (on national television). So funny, because i did this at... 15... under my mom's name. Won two times. Most people won trips, cash, maybe a sweet kitchen-aid (cool!). What did i win? An Oreck up-right 8lb vac, and a Central Vac System. Sweeet. (not).

Anywho --- I'm watching it right now... and am trying to compose a Top 5: Worst Game Shows Ever... that we thought were good, but really... just sucked royally.
5. The Dating Game - Unfortunately for Arnold Swartz-a-whatzit, he wasn't aware that this show was a collosal waste of time.
4. Whammy! - No Whammies! No whammies! No Whammies...! Really... No Whammies. Please.
3. Let's Make a Deal - Hello. People would dress up in ridiculous costumes just to choose Curtain Number 2 (the Donkey) over the tiny box (containing Three Grand). Though it was pretty interesting to watch audience member go insane over other people's choices, it was always really appauling for me to see what people had stashed in their purses for Monty Hall.
2. The Newlywed Game - Lame. We dont need to know where/how/when/why/how many times you made whoopie. Period.
1. The Love Connection - I seriously thought this show was hilarious when i was home during the summer to catch it on day-time television. Turns out it was just a television show for loser personals... "We'll be back in Two and Two!" Where's Chuck Whollery Now, huh? HUH?!

Now, Top 5 Game Shows They Should Start Syndicating (but probably won't):
5. What Would You Do?- haha. Kick-ass Nickelodeon kids Game Shows. Double Dare was cool, but WWYD (not WWJD) had the pie slide...oh yeah... and Mark Summers!
4. The New Match Game - I love, love the old-school with Charles Nelson Riley and Brett Butler, but the new one had the HUGE spinny wheel and 80s hair...no... scratch that... early-90s hair. Even Better!
3. Password Plus - They used to have this... but, they knocked out all the oldies with new-age crap... i.e. The New Whammy!,
2.Scrabble - But probably because there were such soft 80s hues (electric pink and blue) and I'm a scramble/crossword freak.
1.Concentration - With Alex Trebec, actual skill involved, and a puzzle concept, this show ruled!

If you think my knowledge on Game Shows is Sad, you should see the channel I used to watch in 7th grade. The BINGO CHANNEL. Saucy spanish music Interlude - Pause - O52 - Dee dee dee dee doo dahhh....

BTW... Happy Birthday Pfiefle! Oranga says, Nerrrrrr!!!

Whalin' it.

Not that i've had much time to concentrate on it today, but I just caught a side glimpse of my stomach in the mirror (this is how i gage my fat/thin factor everytime i pass by a mirror: step 1: lift shirt, step 2: check the middrift step 3:yaeness or blahness (blahness includes the extra step of quickly looking away)... i've officially reached 'gut-dum' and i feel like i'm part of the fat project. if i were brave enough to post photos, i would; and you could all point and laugh... and criticize. perhaps this is just bloat week and i need to chill out. or perhaps, i need to stop eating banana bread, homemade pizza (my boss makes wicked good pie) and uh... (?) who knows. blessed was the one week i had strep throat. damn, i got skinny.

good thing i have such a charismatic personality. pshhhhhyeah, hahahaha.

Air Guitar

'meh'

I just saw ALFIE...

I got in the car and cried. I never post anything super personal up here, so for those of you who do know me well, and are aware of my past, you'll know why. It was basically the autobiography of someone i'm very close to in my life. I'm sure it's a blatant narrative of about 86,000,000 other men out there as well, but it hit a soar note up in heee-uhh and my heart's hurting at the moment.

Isn't it funny how you can despise his character so much throughout the movie, and then actually feel sorry for him towards the end of the film? There in lies my dilema with 'said' person...

I went to play pool last nite with christopher. some guy asked me if i was paganistic? or... some kind of religion beginning in 'p' because i had on a full-length skirt and long-sleeved turtleneck (all grey, go figure). I was just feeling cozy, so that's how i dressed. apparently, i need to be more aware of what people think of my style...because lord knows i've always given the slightest fucking shit about what people think of me. Funny, anyway.



I think I'm becoming a Steve Martin addict. And oh...my...gawd. Hollywood is making a movie of Shopgirl!

Watched LA Story last nite. Missed a boy. I wish I had an electric freeway sign to give me a heads up on fate.

Thin Line

Jurassic 5 (featuring Nelly Furtado)

[Chali 2na]
Yo, this is a lesson in friendship
The depths of a kinship
What women and men begin with, and then slip
My pen drips
As I scribble my thoughts on thin strips
Of emotion
A fraction, seduction, attraction
Eruption of passion
Corrupts if a lasted friendship's involved
But love to cross the line
But that's why we built these walls

[Hook: Nelly Furtado]
We been friends for a long time, a very close friend of mine
Love you like you was mine, but respect a thin line
I love you like you was mine, think about you all the time
Very close friend of mine, but respect a thin line

[Akil]
Opposite's attract
When the female and male come in contact
Sticky situation in fact
Tryin not to let the feelings catch
But there's a thin line between both of y'all
So you respect that
And entertain the idea, but get brought back
To reality, and could you really live with that?
Decision, based on intuition
You love and keep your distance
Hug and kiss in friendship

[Marc 7]
An ongoing kinship, we was people to begin with
Disrespect was not intended
but your feelings sparked the sentence
Sometimes you're too intense in your quest to invent
The perfect man, please understand, my rhyme is your repent

[(Hook) - repeat 2X]

[Soup]
Man, too bad that we became friends first
I'm not on expert on how relationships should work
But, (echos) from the minute it as known
It changed the whole tone on how we spoke on the phone
Yo, it was cool but I felt it wasn't enough
And I was stuck when your moms would pick it up
Over you, all my buddies would swoon
But I felt we were in tune, you let me up in your room. (Damn)
But to me girl, you're still off limits
No matter all the times that I hinted. (Yo, whatchu doin after this?)
Infactuation was authentic, but yo I just pretended
So I wouldn't lose the friendship
Maybe, I should spill all my guts
Or write a letter, then tear it up
Or do a song, just to say what's up
I want ... just ... a touch

[(Hook) - repeat 2X]

[Nelly Furtado]
I can't do this anymore
See my heart just falls out when you walk in the door
Friendship turns into lust and this only tip
That I can't comprehend even if I knew it
Can't do justice to these things that I'm feeling
You got someone else, don't wanna be caught stealing
Hell if she knew she would never leave us alone
in the roo-ooo-ooom

[Chali 2na]
This was a lesson in friendship
I stress in this sentence
Should women and men be friends first?
And then slip?
My pen drips as I scribble my thoughts on thin strips
of devotion

[Akil]
Opposites attract
And best friends make a perfect match
If you only knew that
Once you cross, ain't no turning back
The minute you let him in it and he hit that
That's that

[Marc 7]
We was people to begin with, but you was too relentless
Jeporidizing kinship, respect is intended
Resolve is my intent
While we got it in
I'm tryin to salvage a friendship

Potporri

I was asked to spell my name out in song... so being the obsessivly organized/creative mind that i am, i also listed songs that describe me, as well.

S - "Seven Days Holiday in the Rain with You" - Stereophonics
A - "Angel" - Matt Nathanson
M - "Mad World" - Gary Jules
A - "After You" - Howie Day
N - "Nothing Better" - Postal Service
T - "Try" - Nelly Furtado
H - "Hold Me" - Matt Nathanson
A - "Ain't No Sunshine (when she's gone) - Bill Withers

J - Jamie Cullum - "Twentysomething"
O - "Opening Time" - The Push Stars

L - "Loud" - Matt Nathanson
I - "I want you to want me" - Cheap Trick
E - "Everything's Not Lost" - Coldplay
N - "Nobody Girl" - Ryan Adams

I cleaned tonight, and it feels oh-so-good. I also went to the grocery store and bought CORN DOGS. As Danny would say, "MMMMMMM!" in grunting fashion.

Matt Nathanson
11.17.2004
Fox Theater


my favorite :)


All I wanna be is the minute that you hold me in. I'm suspended... I"m all that you've waited for.

Not a huge fan of this photo, but i do like the fact that EVERYONE in it is smiling. Says a lot about matty.

Me and Dan

Overflow from Tuesday Night at Larimer Lounge...i'm a fan of the feet...

Kicked-ass. Boulder really supported him. I had a massive headache... thought that doing a car bomb, drinking an amaretto sour and a fat tire would make me forget, but instead, just made it worse. I took some advil then hit my head on the concrete wall, so it sort of canceled out the whole medicine thing. Matt did play "Hold Me" for me though... and when i yelled "Thank You" he pointed me out to all 500-or-so people in the audience. That was very cool. Then a jillion people came up to me to ask if i worked for him or something and if i could hook them up... haha.

Afterward, I ran into Jenn Jerret... a girl from my Pi Phi Sorority at NAU 4 years ago... she was basically the reason i joined because i loved her to pieces. When you go through rush, your face hurts like mad because you have so smile for basically there hours straight each night (visiting each house). Rules are to NOT talk to each girl for more than five minutes (you visit each house for about 30). I sat with Jenn the entire time because we vibed so well. So wierd that she lives here, but i am SO excited! Totally made my night, cause now i'll have a good girlfriend around. WOO-HOO.

I skipped out on all the 'events' for tonight, and instead, seriously cleaned little Waco (a.k.a. my apartment), watched umpteen episodes of friends and went grocery shopping (like previously stated). I'm excited to lay around and relax all this weekend... and hopefully go running. Strep really knocked me down for awhile, so i'm lokoing forward to working out.

I didn't wake up until 2pm today when the National Diabetic Foundation called me (wierd, again). It's going to be interesting trying to go to sleep at a normal time tonight so i can get up at 8 for work... damn though. i love my job!

Matt Nathanson

11.16.04
Larimer Lounge

"I'm surrounded. You spill. All alive and brand new. And i'll forget about you long enough... to forget why i need to..."

For all those who truly know me, you are aware that Matty Nay is by far, my favorite man and musician in the entire world. His show was amazing tonight, and I got to be basically a foot away. Best of all...besides the fact that i got a few hugs and he said i smelled good...i get to see him again tomorrow night!

What's the best way to say fun? PICTURES!

Me and Matty

1983 Tribute to Ozzy and Crazy Train

My Favorite

:-D

All Praise the drumming gods

Singin

Playin

Twas Abin's Birthday

The Edge of Reason

Grr... i typed up a meaty entry last night and blogger deleted it. Damn you, blog fiend!

Maynard and Holiday hate each other. They've been "Hurrrrrring" and Hissing at each other since i got home on Sunday night. I couldn't decide who to devote my attention to, as Maynard had been trapped in a tiny carrying case in the car for seven hours as well as introduced to a new living situation and Holiday had been left by her lonesome for five days straight. Maynard pretty much made my mind up for me when he climbed into the cabinet under my bathroom sink and set up camp for the night.


I also saw the second Bridget Jones last nite... as i had been anticipating the release of a movie ever since i've read the book four or five times over the past three and a half years. It was actually pretty disapointing. They left out major plotlines (i.e. the 9-year-old servant boy found in Darcy's bed, the impending annoyance of "Rebecca," Mark's pseudo girlfriend that just sort of stepped into that spot (she was NOT a lesbian, like in the movie) and the fact that Bridget wasted away down to a measily 114 lbs while in a Thai prison. I really thought the producers would have taken advantage of Zelweger's normally svelt figure). The Edge of Reason suffers the same epidemic like movies such as Legally Blonde: Red White and Blonde, in that it was basically the exact same movie as the first, just in a different setting with slightly different scenarios. It had nearly the same intro scene, job/boyfriend catastrophe and even a fight scene. Pshh... Daniel Cleaver (Hugh Grant) wasn't even bloody involved in the book. Fuck that shit...Regardless, i'll still probably buy it... i'm not wanting to go shopping for cute skirts, sweaters, tights and knee-high boots to wear to my new job this winter, and i'm definately pining for my mark darcy in life...rawr.



I laughed heartily Sunday night when I was driving back from home, as I got sidetracked in Cheyenne for an extra hour or so because my sister's friends drove to Denver instead of Cheyenne from Laramie (hmm...). In leu of the last 90 miles, I was extremely tired and searching for people to keep me awake on the road. My best friend was sleeping, another was passed out in Long Island, and the third is shady sex boy that called me on Thursday, conveniently when i had already left town.

"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Homework."
"Oh... i didn't mean to bug ya..."
"You're not! How are you?"
"I'm cool. I'm a little frustrated right now, and i'm really tired from driving and was looking for someone to talk to for a little while."
"You aren't in Denver?"
"No. I went home this week."
"Oh."
"Plus, i have to get up at 8 for work tomorrow morning."
"Alright sweetie, well drive safe and I'll talk to you later this week!"

Translation: You're not available for me to take advantage of tonight 1. because you're 100 miles away and 2. you have to get up early in the morning! I'll call you at a later date so i can use you then.

Hahahhahaha. Right. Good luck with that.

Since I'm only working Mon, Wed, Fri this week for the new job, I have today and Thursday open for writing. I'm kicking out my music articles today, because I don't want to stress my editor out. I just finished the write-up on Dieselboy and am about to write a very cynical piece on Kottonmouth Kings. The reggae rock rap sucks ass and i told my editor i had a hard time writing about a band that feels their biggest accomplishment is all of the times they've been thrown in jail thoughout their music career for hallucinogenic drugs. Word to you, your music fucking sucks. lay off the dope.

I want one of these:

This is my new three-month-old cousin Charleston (Chaz). He is the most relaxed, beautiful baby i've ever met. His eyes get huge when he stares at me and when i kiss him on the cheek, he gives a sideways smile. I'm in love.

Chandler: "Stick a fork in me, I'm done."
Phoebe: "What?"
Chandler: "You know... when meat's ready..."
Phoebe: "Oh...i'm a vegetarian, so i don't really get it."
Chandler: "Ok... well how do you know when vegetables are ready?"
Phoebe: "Well...you don't. You just eat it."
Chandler: "Oh. Then, EAT ME...I'm Done."

Oh, Karma... let me count the ways

This is a testament to how much karma really does catch up with you.

Over the last year, i was pulled over maybe 8 or 9 times for speeding. Every single time, the officers let me off with a sweet, but firm warning. One time was by a woman and one was even in wyoming. the cop said, 'it looked like you were about to slow down.' you NEVER get let loose in wyoming. cops sit around and wait to pull people over, even for the slightest infraction. warnings just don't happen.

on my drive home from thursday, i got pulled over by joe-deputy who, i swear, memorized, verbatim, the 'i'm giving you a citation' speech. i felt like i was judging a ben stein rendition of a poorly performed drama monologue. he took far too long, was beyond calm and wasn't even personable (most cops will atleast offer up a 'how's the weather' or something clever). it was like listening to a lecture on the 80 different varieties of cheese. i snatched the $98 ticket out of his hand and sped off...under the speed limit, of course.

this morning, my stepdad offers me up all the mail that's been stock-piling here at city springs road. exciting. i got some kick ass catalogs, a package and best of all... a candid photo of me on October 4 driving around on Steele Street in Denver. Apparently i had been speeding and they snapped a picture and sent me a $40 bill. Rich thought it was hilarious.

Like i said... testament of karma. good thing i have a job now...and licky for me, i have some extra $$$ stashed in a hidden money pit. unfortunately, i haven't met him yet...

Suburban Charm

I've fallen into the abyss that is rapid city, sd.

(dinosaur hill) hahahahaha

interestingly enough, after four years of being away at college, and now, four months on my own living in denver, 'home,' is for the first time, coming across as strange and completely different.

it's not so much the homestead. home will always be home. i will always love disapearing from my routine, sans computer and phone to spend entire days with family. i'll even get up at six a.m. to go running and kickbox (like tomorrow), stay up until three am talking with my brother/best girlfriend/aunt out at 'the castle,' and then get up early the next day and do it all over again.

i don't even think it's the huge vs. small town epidemic...and i'm totally not knocking my hometown, because i love it to pieces and will defend it until the ends of the earth if anyone unneccessarily insults the black hills...maybe it's been the four months totally solo (virtually no companions/regular aquaintances). i suppose anyone who has traveled abroad by themselves could testify to this phenomenon and shift in persona...

being around town...is, to say the least... surreal. people's hairstyles...clothing... the high school girls that are 'trying' to look all hip but missed the clothing curb by four months...not that i'm fashionista expert and living in a big city does not, by any means, equal expertise on knowing whether or not a style is 'in' or not... but even the way businesses here operate... construction...people's attitudes/composures...the entire feel of the town is different. but i'd guess it's not rapid, it's me that's changed...i'm actually different, which is somewhat depressing knowing that it took nearly five years to shift me into another plane of thot/being despite being away for so long... but kind of nice that i can recognize the change through the external things around me.


the important things are still strongly in tact (and i still really want to migrate back here some day *i think* to raise family and be near family)... but wierd. just weird (pick your spelling). has anyone else experienced this phenomenon thus far in their lives? I'd like some insight...

It's a pretty good day...

Despite the fact that i'm probably going to get brain cancer and have carpel tunnel from the massive phone conversation i just had, it's been a pretty damn sweet day.

I got the job that i wanted. i am officially... employed (with salary) at Sound Structure Studios... in a job that fits me just right, working for people who feel that i fit them just right. i can't say how excited i am, but i've been bustin up in my apartment all day celebrating by my lonesome. i get to work first hand with local bands in the area who use Sound Structure's studios, to practice/record/etc. as well as do PR work for bands that come in with the owner's new business, The Walnut Room. The office hub is totally chill/laid-back, peeps bring thier dogs to work every day, digs are in an old renovated church, and oooh man, the owner/employees are so incredibly amazing. Very hard-working, innovative, creative individuals that still manage to really enjoy what they do, strive for what they want, and revel humbly in what they accomplish.

i feel so adult... and just pleased that i'm working in the field i went to school for, as well as something i'm passionate about. hello denver music scene...here i come. i'm glad that i'll have the opportunity to meet so many neat people. YAE!!!!!!!! :0D

This reminds me... and should remind you, that things really do just 'fall into place.' I could have boystered up in pleated pants to go work at the stupid elephant bar and missed this opportunity. It's been a tough three months of sitting around and waiting, but it does happen... and will happen for everyone. With all of my friends around me evolving into these wonderful people with great new things (family units, babies, engagements)... i'm glad that i finally have something to hold on to. Even more so, that when i head home, i have something accomplished to tell my family instead of, "hey what are you doing?" "oh.. you know... waiting around."

*sigh* - peace of mind.

I'm going home thursday for my brothers 21st birthday. He can drink beer. that's insane hahaha. it's more of a celebration that hey, he made it to 21. how many years have we been told, 'he won't make it past birth/6/12/14...' Yeah, medical masters, you can all kiss our asses, because he's still riding his high horse. i'm so proud of him. he's my stronghold, my sanity, my quiet confidence, and the biggest angel that was ever granted to me.

i'm proud of so many people right now. haha. i feel like the most stupid motivational speaker ever, but yae, people! also, my friend sarafina back home is past due on her baby. i think she's going to be induced today if she hasn't had 'it' already, so hopefully i'll be holding onto a brand spankin new baby this weekend...

like i said, just got off a long phone conversation... needed. genuinly good time (call 976-slutty!) -
3:30am = bed... and maybe Wedding Singer.

(this is lame... no photos or links! wah....wah...wah.) tomorrow!

Clarity

No no... i'm not about to chime in with some John Mayer. It's so funny... i've been out of commission since late Tuesday night with a heinous case of Strep Throat (doctor said it's the biggest Tonsil he's ever seen! haha). At first, I thought it was a curse of the election results, but i'm not thinking that so much anymore... because that curse has come in later days as I honestly haven't been out of my apartment since then, except to hit up the doctor on Wed and Fri, and i've heard my fair share of election strife and whining. Urghh...

I think the word you are looking for is, "anyway..."


Rather... this week has allowed me to figure out one of my life's main mysteries, without even really trying. I'm not sure if it's all the vicodin i've been doped up on (in which case, maybe i should have done a slew of drugs in high school/college) or the fact that i haven't eaten anything save chicken noodle soup and some honeyed bagels since wednesday (for which i would have to attribute all clarity that i have recieved thus far to the Dahli Lama, because he really has something figured out with all this 'fasting' business)...

*deep breath...long sentence*

...but I think i have finally solved all of my problems in the, 'woah is me... what the hell is up with men' department. Not so much 'woah is me' anymore, as there's nothing much to 'woah.'

This has been a strange six days, considering i haven't gone anywhere...and i don't usually have so much 'man' energy around (especially when i'm totally diggin the single girl, free-of-drama lifestyle), but this is my week as follows:

Sunday night (Halloween) was an all inclusive and traditional, "Denver's First Snow." Who do i get a phone call from? Amazing... boy i haven't even heard from in... hmm... 6 weeks. Even after i left him a very pleasant message on his birthday. "I'm sorry it's been so long... i really wish it weren't this way... if you have it in your heart to call me, i'd love to hear from you."

I call. He comes over. We hang out... watch "High Fidelity" and drink lots of hot chocolate with those cute marshmellows that melt in about 30 seconds flat. Cool time... and just the thing i needed to decide this guy is not quality, and not worth my time (harsh).

Rule #1: There are men out there that purely want just sex from you (duh). Which is actually pretty infuriating (not because of certain women's lib historical shit, but more because you only get that 'oh, i'm feminine and cherished and treated all lovingly' for about... a day). It's pretty clear when you don't get a phone call from them within a few days. But... do you really need to be so obvious about it? You're really not that hard to figure out. We know what you're doing, and when you actually DO get sex, it's because we said so.

Tuesday, I'm supposed to go have pizza/play pac man with a friend of mine in Denver (newly made). We made plans MONDAY night to go out TUESDAY. I have documents. I text him Tuesday night around eight to ask if he still planned on goin? He says "Oh.. i'm so sorry. I can't make it, but i'll explain it all to you tomorrow."

Since he's been such a genuine, oh-my-gosh GREAT friend (totally needed) for the past ... month and a half (even while in another state), i didn't even question his motives. I simply said, "Hey, no problem. I hope everything's ok."

Later that night, i found out he had to meet up with a girl to talk about 'what they were' and he had talked BEFORE we made plans to talk to her, then decided at what time AFTER he had made plans with me. I hate being blown off.

But i blew off my attitude about it, and decided to inquire as to how his job search was going. Turned out he couldn't talk because he was at his new girlfriend's house. Wtf? So... i see...

Rule #2: If a girl says she doesn't want to date you, EVEN AFTER YOU'VE PURSUED HER FOR A MONTH STRAIGHT (heavily) and then to save face, you tell her, "oh... me neither...uh..yeah!", you just saddle on up to the next best thing, in hopes of making said girl jealous? MMmmk... too bad that didnt' work. I'm actually really happy for him. But i'm irritated as FUCK that it had to be all hidden and shuffed away so i just 'wouldn't happen to notice.' You should know me well enough by now to know that i wasn't going to judge your or be, in the slightest, bothered by you finding something that you actually wanted all along. Don't lie about it though! Must suck being so co-dependent.

Rule #3: It's also no use to hold on to a boy that you always thought you'd end up with someday. Not that i haven't already let him go, but shyeah... i find it a nuessance that we both have to find sheepish gestures to try and get in touch with each other and talk about whatever the hell there is to talk about... which is mostly... nothing. Regardless that things still feel a little 'unfinished' on my end, but you take what comes your way in life. I only wish the best for him, and hope he's doing kick-ass, cause he sure kicked mine into super smitten mode. He's someone who i will forever set the bar as top-notch kid when it comes to my 'suitor' in the near to distant future.

Rule #4: Don't settle for attention from loser guys. Haha... I'm just as bad as the rest, and love the occasional attention... crave it even. But there are too many quality men out there to sit around and put up with unintelligent, half-assed efforts when you could just be putting up with yourself.

*i think these may apply to 'friends' as well as potential relationship partners... just so you know i'm not TOTALLY picking on men... just a frame of reference ;)

Also, upon deliberations over the past month or so... i decided that i can't find it in my heart to totally drop my best friend/ex. I really, really think it's going to be neccessary one of these days, but dammit! I just found out i'm going to get to see him in a month or so and i'm in the best mood i've been in for awhile. Plus it's his birthday and i don't get to bake him cupcakes like last year. hahaha. Go by his site and leave him some love. He's OLD today. mwahaha

I need to STOP talking. i know i'll inevitablly regret all of this... After all, i've said i'd never talk about 'personal' shit on here, but some of this was just too good to pass up...plus there's some passing out to do, and preperation for the most killer job interview that i've ever been excited about in my life tomorrow afternoon. Man, i'm hoping a million fold i get this...