Saturday, September 04, 2004
"There's a cool breeze blowing, blowing out the flame
That used to burn inside me at the mention of your name."
-Eurythmics
"Passively Loving Oprah"
My new boyfriend du jour said that he loved Oprah, but not agressively so. It's a more of a mmm-*passive* sort of love. Oh, how right you are Du Jour.
Du Jour has been bugging me lately. He keeps swinging between the two stereotypes of gay men and straight men. He's either flamboyantly homosexual and says girl-this and girl-that or else he's talking about cars and does this i-show-no-emotion-because-that's-what-guys-do. And he's got two other boyfriends. They're straight and I'm not talking about those two-beer-queers who say they're 'straight'. These guys are bona fide heteros. Which is fine, Du Jour can crush on them all he likes. But I'm the only one that gives blow-jobs. So there.
What a pecker-head.
In more interesting news...
I get to dress up as COUNT OLAF!!!! YEEHA! I am *stoked*! Any chance to play dress-up is good. So, on the 21st of Sept. there will be me in full Count Olaf-ness with five nervous kids and a bunch of no-shows. I'll make them play games and feed them treats and they will enjoy themselves. Cause I said so.
That used to burn inside me at the mention of your name."
-Eurythmics
"Passively Loving Oprah"
My new boyfriend du jour said that he loved Oprah, but not agressively so. It's a more of a mmm-*passive* sort of love. Oh, how right you are Du Jour.
Du Jour has been bugging me lately. He keeps swinging between the two stereotypes of gay men and straight men. He's either flamboyantly homosexual and says girl-this and girl-that or else he's talking about cars and does this i-show-no-emotion-because-that's-what-guys-do. And he's got two other boyfriends. They're straight and I'm not talking about those two-beer-queers who say they're 'straight'. These guys are bona fide heteros. Which is fine, Du Jour can crush on them all he likes. But I'm the only one that gives blow-jobs. So there.
What a pecker-head.
In more interesting news...
I get to dress up as COUNT OLAF!!!! YEEHA! I am *stoked*! Any chance to play dress-up is good. So, on the 21st of Sept. there will be me in full Count Olaf-ness with five nervous kids and a bunch of no-shows. I'll make them play games and feed them treats and they will enjoy themselves. Cause I said so.
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Monday, August 23, 2004
"Mad Dog"
I'm kind of a people-hater these days. It's not a 24/7 attitude or anything. But more often than not, within the past 48 hours I've been busy hating people. It's very tiring. But I mean to keep hating people for a little while longer. Another day or two, at least. The current lightening rod for my anxieties has been Nathan, my current beau.
To recap:
Me and the closet-case broke up. We agreed to be friends, but he still wanted more (i.e. more sex, not more relationship), so I stopped calling or answering his calls. One day he drops in on me at work with the guy he used to date before me, another ex. And the ex was hot. So the three of us grab some beers to show how socially evolved we can be, by having a guy and his two ex-boyfriends hang out. Bad idea. Me and the other ex, Nathan, run out of nice things to say about the closet-case within the first 15 minutes. We spend the rest of the night teasing him and his zillion 'issues' and commiscerating over our similar frustrations about him. It was fun in a perfectly evil kind of way. Anyways, me and Nate hang out the next day and eventually start dating. Right before we started dating, my car stereo got stolen. Now, this past Saturday (three weeks later), my wallet got stolen which has forced me to go through the tedious and mind-numbing hoop-jumping that's required to get all that valuable i.d. that says I am who I say I am.
UGH!!
Why is Nate incurring my wrath of late? Because he lacks the talent of sympathy. He can barely even fake it. And he gets bored when the conversation isn't about him. My lost wallet? He couldn't give a damn. Which has put me in a filthy mood. And now I hate him. I HATE YOU NATE!! ARRRGHH!! I feel like a neglected dog, so now all I want to do is shit in his slippers and shake his favorite pillow to pieces with my teeth.
I'm kind of a people-hater these days. It's not a 24/7 attitude or anything. But more often than not, within the past 48 hours I've been busy hating people. It's very tiring. But I mean to keep hating people for a little while longer. Another day or two, at least. The current lightening rod for my anxieties has been Nathan, my current beau.
To recap:
Me and the closet-case broke up. We agreed to be friends, but he still wanted more (i.e. more sex, not more relationship), so I stopped calling or answering his calls. One day he drops in on me at work with the guy he used to date before me, another ex. And the ex was hot. So the three of us grab some beers to show how socially evolved we can be, by having a guy and his two ex-boyfriends hang out. Bad idea. Me and the other ex, Nathan, run out of nice things to say about the closet-case within the first 15 minutes. We spend the rest of the night teasing him and his zillion 'issues' and commiscerating over our similar frustrations about him. It was fun in a perfectly evil kind of way. Anyways, me and Nate hang out the next day and eventually start dating. Right before we started dating, my car stereo got stolen. Now, this past Saturday (three weeks later), my wallet got stolen which has forced me to go through the tedious and mind-numbing hoop-jumping that's required to get all that valuable i.d. that says I am who I say I am.
UGH!!
Why is Nate incurring my wrath of late? Because he lacks the talent of sympathy. He can barely even fake it. And he gets bored when the conversation isn't about him. My lost wallet? He couldn't give a damn. Which has put me in a filthy mood. And now I hate him. I HATE YOU NATE!! ARRRGHH!! I feel like a neglected dog, so now all I want to do is shit in his slippers and shake his favorite pillow to pieces with my teeth.
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
"You’ve got a nerve to be calling my number! You’ve got a nerve to be asking for favors!
When I used to go out I would know everyone I saw. Now I go out alone, if I go out at all"
"The Rat"~ The Walkmen
Lately I've been cooing over this song by the Walkmen. Yummmmmm!
What's it been 5 weeks? 6? Since I moved? These past few weeks I've been such a pathetic sight, mooning over strangers and wishing I had a b.f. (b.f.=boyfriend, ya losers!) At night I would lean out my window and gaze at the stars and moon and think to myself, Oh please Oh please tender Fate! Smile upon me with your benevolence and find me a Man. Oh, and Fate did at that. He's very cute, sort of like if Kyle McLaughlin and Michael J. Fox had a baby. That is the guy I'm sort of seeing. And by 'sort of seeing' I'm not implying stalking or leaving anonymous obscure love poems in his mailbox, either. (Not to say I'm above such healthy pursuits, but anyways...) By 'sort of seeing', I mean he's IN THE CLOSET. What the hell???? I thought that shit went out in the 90's! But to be fair, he's a public personality (at least here in Jacksonville) and on the telly a lot.
Just when I thought I had *standards*....
okay, stop laughing..
no, really...
that's enough already....
you're embarassing yourself now!....
whatever!
But for real, I always assumed that I was beyond reproach when it came to guys with a pretty face. If he wasn't going to be able to offer me a relationship then he would have to look elsewhere for a random screw. And I've been able to stick with this for quite a while now. But the closet case is so sweet and so cute. In some ways he *is* looking for a random screw, a friend with benefits. But *not* a relationship. He's been very emphatic about this. We have dinner together, we talk on the phone, hang out and fool around some, but we are certainly *not* in a relationship. Oh no. Not a bit. Apparently he's had such a weird upbringing that he can't even actually say that he's gay or has gay tendencies. He just doesn't say the word at all, like it isn't part if his vocabulary.
At least he doesn't talk in euphamisms ("a friend of Judy's" or any of that "light in the loafers" bullshit).
ARRGH!!
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When I used to go out I would know everyone I saw. Now I go out alone, if I go out at all"
"The Rat"~ The Walkmen
Lately I've been cooing over this song by the Walkmen. Yummmmmm!
What's it been 5 weeks? 6? Since I moved? These past few weeks I've been such a pathetic sight, mooning over strangers and wishing I had a b.f. (b.f.=boyfriend, ya losers!) At night I would lean out my window and gaze at the stars and moon and think to myself, Oh please Oh please tender Fate! Smile upon me with your benevolence and find me a Man. Oh, and Fate did at that. He's very cute, sort of like if Kyle McLaughlin and Michael J. Fox had a baby. That is the guy I'm sort of seeing. And by 'sort of seeing' I'm not implying stalking or leaving anonymous obscure love poems in his mailbox, either. (Not to say I'm above such healthy pursuits, but anyways...) By 'sort of seeing', I mean he's IN THE CLOSET. What the hell???? I thought that shit went out in the 90's! But to be fair, he's a public personality (at least here in Jacksonville) and on the telly a lot.
Just when I thought I had *standards*....
okay, stop laughing..
no, really...
that's enough already....
you're embarassing yourself now!....
whatever!
But for real, I always assumed that I was beyond reproach when it came to guys with a pretty face. If he wasn't going to be able to offer me a relationship then he would have to look elsewhere for a random screw. And I've been able to stick with this for quite a while now. But the closet case is so sweet and so cute. In some ways he *is* looking for a random screw, a friend with benefits. But *not* a relationship. He's been very emphatic about this. We have dinner together, we talk on the phone, hang out and fool around some, but we are certainly *not* in a relationship. Oh no. Not a bit. Apparently he's had such a weird upbringing that he can't even actually say that he's gay or has gay tendencies. He just doesn't say the word at all, like it isn't part if his vocabulary.
At least he doesn't talk in euphamisms ("a friend of Judy's" or any of that "light in the loafers" bullshit).
ARRGH!!
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Me Talking To My Computer
Hello again! Oh hell, I've missed you! But you don't remember me at all do you?
I feel like Shirley Temple in "The Little Princess", at the end, in the hospital, when she's hiding fromthat evil bitch that runs the girl's dormitory and stumbles upon her father. She sobs in his chest and tells him how much she missed him and how glad he's back. But oh no! He's got amnesia! All he can do is stare off into space and
chant her name, "Sarah...Sarah...Sarah...". What's Shirley do? She goes absolutely apeshit on the man! It's hilarious! She foams at the mouth screaming, "I'm Sarah, Daddy!!! I'M SARAH!!! AAUUGHH!!" And shakes him to pieces! Luckily this
technique works like a charm and Shirley's dear ol' dad comes to his senses. I, however, was not as lucky. My computer ended up needing a new hard-drive, which did a tidy job of wiping out 2 years of painstakingly downloaded porn, music and library
school papers. And yes, I went apeshit on my computer. But I'm back, more or less. :)
Hello again! Oh hell, I've missed you! But you don't remember me at all do you?
I feel like Shirley Temple in "The Little Princess", at the end, in the hospital, when she's hiding fromthat evil bitch that runs the girl's dormitory and stumbles upon her father. She sobs in his chest and tells him how much she missed him and how glad he's back. But oh no! He's got amnesia! All he can do is stare off into space and
chant her name, "Sarah...Sarah...Sarah...". What's Shirley do? She goes absolutely apeshit on the man! It's hilarious! She foams at the mouth screaming, "I'm Sarah, Daddy!!! I'M SARAH!!! AAUUGHH!!" And shakes him to pieces! Luckily this
technique works like a charm and Shirley's dear ol' dad comes to his senses. I, however, was not as lucky. My computer ended up needing a new hard-drive, which did a tidy job of wiping out 2 years of painstakingly downloaded porn, music and library
school papers. And yes, I went apeshit on my computer. But I'm back, more or less. :)
Sunday, May 16, 2004
People sure do believe in Happy Hour around here. It seems the coffee shop/bar I'm starting to hang out at, 'Fuel', and this place I stop by for a bite to eat, 'European Street Cafe', both strongly believe in serving happy hour drinks. Even on Sunday. I think this is one of those things that have been around all over the place, and I've never really noticed them until now. Thankfully, SILS has done a wonderful job of preparing me for drinking at 5 in the afternoon. God Bless you SILS! It kind of makes me wonder what else has been going on around me that I've never noticed before.
Cheers,
'M' for 'Miller Lite.'
Cheers,
'M' for 'Miller Lite.'
Saturday, May 15, 2004
"There's no traffic jam on the extra mile"
Your lucky numbers are: 4,25,28,30,32,51
~Today's fortune cookie
Sung to the tune of "Whole New World" ~Disney's The Little Mermaid
So I'm in Jacksonville. Jacksonville. Jacksonville. Jacksonville. Jacksonville. I just moved in yesterday and it still feels weird to say 'I just moved here'. Jacksonville. Jacksonville. Jacksonville. Reveal your secrets to me! Or at least tell me where the nearest luandromat is located. I sort of love this part of moving to a new place. It's like I'm on vacation and there's all these neat things to learn about. There's its history, culture, politics and all the people I'll meet. Who can say what certain places will mean to me in another year? Maybe I'll meet someone who I'll date for a couple a months at this bar and after we dump each other I'll have to avoid it for all time. Because as far as I'm aware I'm not going anywhere and when you don't move for a while, personal history begins to accumulate. Eventually streets and places become meaningful like your favorite photographs of family members or friends. Which can be a blessing or burden. It's so weird but fun at the same time. I guess I'm a little sensitive to this sort of thing because I've rarely lived anywhere more than 3 years. One time I lived in East Tenn. for 8 years. It was so strange! Well enough of that, moving on...
Um, let's see...let me gripe a little first (after all what are blogs for?) and then I'll count my blessings later.
I MISS MY FRIENDS FROM CHAPEL HILL!!!! WAAAAAAAAAHHH!! There's all these things I want to point out to Gundry (my ex-roomie), which she'd find hilarious. But she's not here. Bleah. I wish she and Donald were still my roommates. I miss seeing them everyday. I miss Donald driving me crazy with his obnoxious burping and farting (he did both *a lot*). Arrgh!! This sucks! I don't mind my new roommate, he's alright, but he could never be Gundry or Donald. And the people I've met here are cool and stuff, but they're nowhere near as fun to talk to as my SILS posse. I miss all the other children librarians-to-be, Colleen, Jill, Leigh, Evelyn, Sarah, etc. I miss everyone! I hate I'll probably never see Brooke's bambinos in person. And Monique will be too busy in VA to make a coffee date with me- which I can then flake out on (I'm notorious). All the foxy mamas at the UL ref desk! I know I'll see Charles and Rebecca in June, so I don't feel too bad, but I'll miss them like crazy afterwards. And the gay mafia of chapel hill! Where are you guys and gals! Meghan, Tracy and Rachel!!!
Okay, that's enough shout-outs for today. This is messing me up.
I should make little sock monkey-version of all my friends. That way I can tell them all about my day, which parts rocked and which parts didn't. I can spank the Donald monkey for farting too much. They have to be sock monkeys because otherwise I'd feel really really weird having little life-like doll versions of friends. That's just creepy and makes me think of voodoo dolls and crazy people. Sock monkeys are a little weird too, but charmingly so.
Things to do:
Monday, I have orientation. Tuesday, there's a meeting with all the other children librarians in the system (they'll get to size me up, so I hope to be oozing charm that day) afterwards I'LL START WORK!!! WEIRD!!! Then I work 12-9 Wed. and Thurs. and 12-6? (I'll have to check on that)on Friday. I have Sat and Sun off. =) I'm gainfully employed and it's so weird. Everything's weird!
Books I'm reading:
Inkheart by Cornelia Funke
The Adventures of Captain Underpants "an epic novel by" Dav Pilkey
Up From Jericho Tel by E.L. Konigsburg
Time Warp Trio: Knights of the Kitchen Table by Jon Scieszka (rhymes with Fresca!)
Cowboy Bebop by Yutaka Nanten, story by Hajime Yatate (in other words, Yutaka created the characters and world, but Hajime wrote this story using them, k?)
Love you guys,
Dial 'M' for 'Missing You'
Your lucky numbers are: 4,25,28,30,32,51
~Today's fortune cookie
Sung to the tune of "Whole New World" ~Disney's The Little Mermaid
So I'm in Jacksonville. Jacksonville. Jacksonville. Jacksonville. Jacksonville. I just moved in yesterday and it still feels weird to say 'I just moved here'. Jacksonville. Jacksonville. Jacksonville. Reveal your secrets to me! Or at least tell me where the nearest luandromat is located. I sort of love this part of moving to a new place. It's like I'm on vacation and there's all these neat things to learn about. There's its history, culture, politics and all the people I'll meet. Who can say what certain places will mean to me in another year? Maybe I'll meet someone who I'll date for a couple a months at this bar and after we dump each other I'll have to avoid it for all time. Because as far as I'm aware I'm not going anywhere and when you don't move for a while, personal history begins to accumulate. Eventually streets and places become meaningful like your favorite photographs of family members or friends. Which can be a blessing or burden. It's so weird but fun at the same time. I guess I'm a little sensitive to this sort of thing because I've rarely lived anywhere more than 3 years. One time I lived in East Tenn. for 8 years. It was so strange! Well enough of that, moving on...
Um, let's see...let me gripe a little first (after all what are blogs for?) and then I'll count my blessings later.
I MISS MY FRIENDS FROM CHAPEL HILL!!!! WAAAAAAAAAHHH!! There's all these things I want to point out to Gundry (my ex-roomie), which she'd find hilarious. But she's not here. Bleah. I wish she and Donald were still my roommates. I miss seeing them everyday. I miss Donald driving me crazy with his obnoxious burping and farting (he did both *a lot*). Arrgh!! This sucks! I don't mind my new roommate, he's alright, but he could never be Gundry or Donald. And the people I've met here are cool and stuff, but they're nowhere near as fun to talk to as my SILS posse. I miss all the other children librarians-to-be, Colleen, Jill, Leigh, Evelyn, Sarah, etc. I miss everyone! I hate I'll probably never see Brooke's bambinos in person. And Monique will be too busy in VA to make a coffee date with me- which I can then flake out on (I'm notorious). All the foxy mamas at the UL ref desk! I know I'll see Charles and Rebecca in June, so I don't feel too bad, but I'll miss them like crazy afterwards. And the gay mafia of chapel hill! Where are you guys and gals! Meghan, Tracy and Rachel!!!
Okay, that's enough shout-outs for today. This is messing me up.
I should make little sock monkey-version of all my friends. That way I can tell them all about my day, which parts rocked and which parts didn't. I can spank the Donald monkey for farting too much. They have to be sock monkeys because otherwise I'd feel really really weird having little life-like doll versions of friends. That's just creepy and makes me think of voodoo dolls and crazy people. Sock monkeys are a little weird too, but charmingly so.
Things to do:
Monday, I have orientation. Tuesday, there's a meeting with all the other children librarians in the system (they'll get to size me up, so I hope to be oozing charm that day) afterwards I'LL START WORK!!! WEIRD!!! Then I work 12-9 Wed. and Thurs. and 12-6? (I'll have to check on that)on Friday. I have Sat and Sun off. =) I'm gainfully employed and it's so weird. Everything's weird!
Books I'm reading:
Inkheart by Cornelia Funke
The Adventures of Captain Underpants "an epic novel by" Dav Pilkey
Up From Jericho Tel by E.L. Konigsburg
Time Warp Trio: Knights of the Kitchen Table by Jon Scieszka (rhymes with Fresca!)
Cowboy Bebop by Yutaka Nanten, story by Hajime Yatate (in other words, Yutaka created the characters and world, but Hajime wrote this story using them, k?)
Love you guys,
Dial 'M' for 'Missing You'
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
sung to the tune of 'Space Lion' c/o Yoko Kanno from the Cowboy Bepop soundtrack
SWEET BABY JESUS I'M DONE!
Before I start gushing, lemme just say that 'Cowboy Bebop'is the sexual chocolate of anime. The stories are orginal, funny, and beautiful. This bit of noir revival also happens to have music that accompanies it and kicks all kinds of ass!!!!!!!!!
Okay now that that's done, guess what? SO AM I! HOLY SHIT!!
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The last thing required of me to earn my MLS and to be a professional librarian was to have this Master's Paper approved by my advisor B.S. (his initials and not implying anything else). It was the most nerve wracking deal I've ever had to go through. I was given a speeding ticket the other day and while I was kicking myself in the ass for speeding and getting caught,I realized I didn't feel anything. Nothing. It didn't matter because I still hadn't hadmy paper approved. A ticket?! Pushaw! I had bigger fish to fry. Yeah, I'll pay it, whatever, but this paper is due the 6th so let's get this over with okay? Chop-chop. BUT NOW IT'S DONE!! AND APPROVED!!!! :) SIMLEY FACES FOR ALL!! LA-la-LA!!!
Aw man, what's next? Time to live life and do whatever needs doing. I love the people I've met in Chapel Hill. I've met so many wonderful gals and guys that have made the stay worthwhile. Jesus, I'm actually getting upset thinking about this...well anyways..I hope to update this blog more regularly, wish me luck!
Three cheers for booze!
SWEET BABY JESUS I'M DONE!
Before I start gushing, lemme just say that 'Cowboy Bebop'is the sexual chocolate of anime. The stories are orginal, funny, and beautiful. This bit of noir revival also happens to have music that accompanies it and kicks all kinds of ass!!!!!!!!!
Okay now that that's done, guess what? SO AM I! HOLY SHIT!!
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The last thing required of me to earn my MLS and to be a professional librarian was to have this Master's Paper approved by my advisor B.S. (his initials and not implying anything else). It was the most nerve wracking deal I've ever had to go through. I was given a speeding ticket the other day and while I was kicking myself in the ass for speeding and getting caught,I realized I didn't feel anything. Nothing. It didn't matter because I still hadn't hadmy paper approved. A ticket?! Pushaw! I had bigger fish to fry. Yeah, I'll pay it, whatever, but this paper is due the 6th so let's get this over with okay? Chop-chop. BUT NOW IT'S DONE!! AND APPROVED!!!! :) SIMLEY FACES FOR ALL!! LA-la-LA!!!
Aw man, what's next? Time to live life and do whatever needs doing. I love the people I've met in Chapel Hill. I've met so many wonderful gals and guys that have made the stay worthwhile. Jesus, I'm actually getting upset thinking about this...well anyways..I hope to update this blog more regularly, wish me luck!
Three cheers for booze!
