November 2011
6 posts
Huzzah!
The downside to multiple Thanksgiving feasts is neither of us enjoys Thanksgiving, or its food, in the least. But we still have to bend around our schedules and try to make it to both (which one of us will inevitably miss).
Keep your gravy boat, I don’t have time for the food coma this year!
I forget.
I ranted a lot about work here and then realized it was a really long post.
Basically, this whole “being a college student” while having a dumb serving job, and another “on-call” IT job is not working out the way I wanted, because the boss of DSJ is a dicklord and I can’t handle him not liking me. So I will fight with him when he degrades me for no conceivable...
July 2011
6 posts
“Wish I could do nothing all day! - Cody
Hey! I’ve been looking things...”
June 2011
1 post
sorry tumblr.
I used to think things would just begin to happen. Imagining myself under big city skies, I felt the wind drag across my skin and set in the bags under my eyes. Everything was complicated because they needed to be so I could write novels of poetry about the sorrow in my bones. Everything that changed happened so rapidly, so freely, and nothing was difficult at all. We imagine these fights for...
May 2011
1 post
Here's the thing.
I’m on this leave of absence from work because while doctors test me for some weird diseases and chronic something or others (while also handing me pain pills like candies!) my place of employment refuses to believe I can work the days I’m NOT in testing without firing me.
So, the bottom line is this:
I’m gonna make some youtube videos. And they’re probably going to...
January 2011
4 posts
“You think I wouldn’t get you on a dating site? I know your interests! -...”
“I was online the other day. There were these girls on the side, three of them. ...”
POGS! →
December 2010
1 post
October 2010
1 post
Monkey C
Anytime I see a relationship status change on facebook, for whatever reason, I am immediately all over it. As if I just have to work out the details and find out when/where/why the relationship started faltering and which one is more distraught than the other. I’m the Nancy Drew of facebook and I’m losing sleep over here. Stop breaking up, or at least stop being sad on facebook....
September 2010
5 posts
“Me: I like you.
Cody: I love you.
Me: I love us.
Cody: Me too. ...”
– Just a typical night at WalMart.
College.
I’ve been harshly over-prepared in all classes thus far. Here’s a mere idea.
Music History/Appreciation:
Me: I seem to notice everyone is acting as if there was no homework. Those compositions you gave us, that long list of compositions we were to listen to and be able to identify composer, title of piece, instrument family… what was that?
Professor: Oh, that’s your...
Me: So apparently Flocko is marrying Balzer and Jenny. FLOCKO. Who never wears a shirt and drinks Clamato from 10am on.
Cody: That’s the best news ever. I’d have Flocko marry us. It’d be so memorable.
Me: How is this legal? Flocko does tattoos! Why is he now marrying people on the side?!
Cody: Probably something he did online. That’s awesome. Baby, Flock is...
August 2010
3 posts
so i had this promotion interview...
and it was a lot of awkward, because i had someone giving me the questions in front of me and then there was a phone with our operations manager (or whatever the hell she is) conferenced in, but barely able to hear. so we were screaming a lot of things most of the time. anyway, this is the only part worth telling.
J (in person) - blah blah blah customer service week blah blah blah do you have...
I've come to find
that I don’t pay a damn word of attention to things after any initial idea. if you tell me to write a paper, i’m writing that paper while you’re explaining the format and realizing later that i’m the idiot who missed “two paragraphs, double spaced.” if you hand me a piece of paper full of questions, i will answer them, paying no attention to the addendum of...
Romance.
Cody - You are so stoned. You’re blitzed out of your mind.
Me - What are you talking about? I didn’t smoke anything.
Cody - You’re drunk. Blitzed drunk.
Me - Am not.
Cody - If I say you are…
Me - We should have a drug smorgasbord at our wedding.
Cody - What?
Me - Like, to save money on wedding costs, instead of catering.
Cody - Let’s cater our own...
June 2010
1 post
Every insane person you’ll meet will always say that the definition of insanity is doing something over and over again, expecting different results. That great quote has turned into one of the biggest clichés of all time, because no one understands what they’re saying. They also don’t know that ‘your’ is possessive and ‘you’re’ is ‘you are’ with an apostrophe. Maybe insanity is knowing you’ll...
May 2010
1 post
The more I find myself doing things I have no interest in being part of, the more I realize this is what the world is. Very few people are doing what they love, what they want. Most everyone is settling. For job security, for a steady paycheck, for the sake of not being alone, for the cheaper model… absolutely every part of life is a matter of endurance to settle. It’s exhausting,...
April 2010
6 posts
I get it now.
My boyfriend told me to look up DMT on Erowid. I think I’m going to love him forever.
I hate my job.
And in meteorology news, today there was a downpour of assholes, sleeting bullshit.
Things My Boyfriend's Mother Says.
I realize this entire blog thing is turning into some weird manifestation of “I’m obsessed with my boyfriend!” but these stories really need told and I don’t have enough friends who aren’t currently in jail.
Today, I went garage sale-ing with my boyfriend’s mother, Linda. We typically chat it up at his house, over HGTV and the like, but aside from that,...
Conversations my boyfriend and I have...
We find ourselves in a staring contest as The Goods (a pretty good movie) is rolling credits. I turn my head toward the TV as I begin to notice the lyrics of the song playing: “Let’s make a baby… Ooooo yeah, let’s make a babaay.”
Naturally, I said “Well, this is awkward, isn’t it!” and we began to discuss the situation at hand.
Me: Let’s...
Hello.
Password recovery, thanks Internet.
I noticed @Traciface started a tumblr, so I jumped through some fire and here we are.
I am more tired than I feel I have ever been in my life, drank 5 energy drinks today and am so stupidly in love with this jackass boy it’s as if I’m in my twenties.
Okay I love Trace goodbye.
August 2009
1 post
I forgot.
Somehow, I completely forgot about tumblr. There are many stories that would make great blogs but there’s little point to writing. It all moves along.
June 2009
17 posts
I have not slept at my house once this week, or had internet access for more than ten minutes at a time.
It’s been fucking awesome.
I hate the Internet.
Please take it back.
Somehow immediately upon waking today, I was greeted with the sound of Back That Ass Up. Which would have been fine because I’m a white girl in my 20s, so this could very easily be “my jam” with the right kind of ambiance - provided I have more than a five word knowledge of the lyrics. So now I’m trying to translate this song into English. I think Juvenile would’ve...
Good thing he doesn’t have the link to my...
I really don’t understand tumblr, still. Can we get a remedial Tumblr101 class to go aside my Math 30L class, please? Because in case it wasn’t yet noted, SHIT IS HARD.
I miss being a loner.
We’ll spend our entire lives paying for the consequences of impulse.
It’s exhausting to continuously inform people that my only goal is to never be who I’ve been. Despite that absolutely none of them have first hand knowledge of what that entails, it is always, always challenged.
I’m ancient but I’m too fucking young for this. I’d just like to live.
Jerks. All of you.
I hate when things I hate become cool things to hate. My ex-boyfriend practically cried over my hatred of Tarantino and now he has a fuckyeahtarantinosucks blog.
Anyway, stop stealing my dislikes, Internet. It’s making me really insecure and that makes me force myself to like the things I hate out of spite and I really can not endure any more U2.
“Her - That’s great experience, working for the cops on your resume. Can...”
– Familial love.
Whatever.
There’s just no way to choose a theme here. I was going stress on it, but then instead I decided to put a ring on it and now it’s just WHOA OH OH OH OH OH oh oh oh oh.
Is that over yet?