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I found my blog...prepare for some entries...

Bicycle UPGRADE

Big thanks to the awesome guys at Pedal Hard for taking time to talk with me about what I want to do with my bike. Also for not being assholes like those bigger bike shops

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Welcome to November

It seems like just yesterday it was August. I believe my many hours alone at my office and again at home have fast-forwarded the weeks. Thankfully I have stabilized my life and have settled into a pattern of being ok alone. No long story, just a lot of resolution in my life and final words to end any future communication one might think of having with me. Well, make that for two people, I guess. Looking back I really should have gone into therapy to deal with my insane issues, but I am at the point where I have a clearer look at myself. I just could not live without comparing myself to others and torturing my mind with my inadequacies. I didn't do that before. I forgot to look at how awesome my life is without some turd of a boyfriend or bitchy roommates. I still don't want to be in super social situations, but at least I'm not as prone to avoidance as before.

At a party on Saturday I dressed up as Mary Kate Olsen with flour on my face and fur jacket with leggings. Hilarious. With my first beer of the night a girl walks up to me and askes what I am. I tell her, and she looks me up and down and says "You might want to do something about getting those bones, ya know, exposed." Me from a few months ago probably would have cried. This me just said, "Well, I work with what I got." and thought how sad it must be for her to think that way and speak to people in that manner. As the night progressed I learned she had 3 kids, chain-smoked, and I'm pretty sure she drinks all the time. Maybe her bitch is her defense? I just avoided talking with her the rest of the evening.

I still am scared of the lingering damages Asshole 1 & 2 may have left upon me, but I look to the new year as a year for ME and not for some mean or lying prick. And no more dates from Craigslist. :)

Nightmare

Wow. I have scary dreams, but last night was the first showing of a dead baby in a ziplock bag. I kept finding it in there, opening it, and somehow making it breathe again only to have it die. Many times. I woke up hella confused, but also not preggo or with a dead baby. I forced myself to walk by the child care center today to see some live versions. Bad imagination, time for a time out.

In other news, I found out who snagged the ACWA job. It's this weird pensive genuis boy-man that has worked in the building for a while. Also a third year law student. Yeah, wouldn't have gone for the job if thats the kind they want. Fucking overachievers.

Happy Monday?

Lets see, it rained all weekend, which kept me off my bikes. I walked around quite a bit, partied with midtown homies Friday and again on Sunday. Giants game on Saturday sent us to the World Series... Today meant work, and I was not too excited to have to work on a sunny day, but I rode my bike in and took an extra loop around the Capitol as Good Morning Sacramento was filming on the west steps and I wanted to ride by. As I approached, some huge group of high schoolers unloaded from a bus and as the teacher made the kids move to the side of the sidewalk, one fella called out " Bye biker. I love you!!" Thanks, Biebs, but this lady has some standards.

At work I left at 11 to tour the Governor's office. A tad short, but I saw the ever-delicious Aaron McClear and that was the highlight. After, went to Pyramid and downed a few brews with the parents of the people I partied with this weekend. It's almost 2 and this Monday doesn't suck like most others!

Mucho Loco

Yesterday at work I was able to speak with the wife of a cartel member for 20 minutes. She had her kids taken from her by CPS for aiding and abetting the cartel that I shall not name but know who they are. I am a little scared to follow up with her on her foster care issue....

Oreally?

I have had enough issues with the blood-thirsty campaigners (who I doubt do anything) call and call and call to have me volunteer. I have no hearing, no car, and the last phone back I went to you did not have enough food to feed me or 4 others. GFY.

As I sat enjoying Russell Brand's first book, my superior spies me enjoying my time and immediately grabs a legal pad and asks me to update her on my research for next year. Uh. What? MORE than half our staff is gone doing awesome things in San Diego that I was not invited to. You just returned from a TWO HOUR lunch after coming into work at 11am. I appologize I don't know what to recommend just yet, but one should really mind their own business when nobody else is working. And like some sick plot, I get all the vacation requests for Italy and shit for all the other workers, assuring I still will be the only person here to staff the office into the long, cold winter.

Oh to have the strength to just off myself...