Yiggity Yo Strange Love

Today I cancelleed my car insurance! Hoorah! Chad the phone guy was just as friendly as Flo is in the commercials. When I explained that I sold my car because I could no longer afford the bills, he let out a long "Awwwwwwwww..." No man, I just want to be able to save money for the first time. And buy clothes cause half the ones I have are from 2005 and riddled with holes. I need to stay sharp!

Alas, my wonderful pretend boyfriend from Starbucks and I have separated. He likes little hipster chicks and that is gross. Enjoy your little night terrors, Marshall ( I got his name through stalking). We will never ride our cool bikes together, I can never try to get you to quit smoking. Your beard will remain unloved. Ass staring still applicable. I even stopped going in to the 'bucks after I mistakenly called you a douche when you cut me off on my bike. I felt so bad. You almost memorized my drink until I decided that we had gotten too close so I started ordering tea in various forms. You could have imagined the shock and amazement when on one smoky night when I ventured to the RedBox at Safeway, you were buying hella beer and proceeded to walk by me to MY OTHER PRETEND BOYFRIEND. You guys are roommates! Imagine my delight if shit had worked out with either of you. Naked parties-your place...
So we aren't a thing anymore. I now have to re-socialize myself downtown to scope out my next vict-er, boyfriend.

When I told my buddy Syl about the situation, she asked "Is this like that Zach Morris guy you loved in Rosemont Safeway?" Hell to the fucking YES.

Maybe I should speak to high school kids about abstinence. The best method is to fall in love with strangers and stalk them from a distance. Expand your imagination to create the relationship-the way you want.

If I have kids they may be placed on some sort of state list...

Subweigh! Eat Fresh...In the AM

A breakfast deal oh my!

Yes yes Subway is now offering breakfast. Ms. Mandi and I discovered this beautiful deal while enjoying another wonderful deal while visiting the establishment today. For 2-3 bucks, you can get an english muffin breakfast sandwich-all of them below 300 calories! The omlet sandwich racks in a few hundred more calories- but Jared & Co upped the ante by serving it ALL DAY LONG. I big heart eggs! They open at 8:30am on K Street, and I plan on visiting much more this year. Ms. Mandi and her Rosemontian crew have a proper model that abstains from all fast food except Subway. Judging by the menu addition, they picked the right place.

I wish I wasn't so full of lunch cause I'd hella grub that sando in a second...

Way to go Sicko

I didn't think this was going to be an issue, but I already got sick. After New Years, I developed a cough that I just couldn't tame. After my office kicked me out to go see a doctor, I dragged myself to Kaiser to deal with the asshole who had time to see me on short notice. Dr. Sheen told me that with bronchitis, which he apparently knew I had without looking at my sinuses or checking my stats, one should just 'ride it out.' WTF are you kidding me? I came to the doctor's office because it's my last resort before I have to be hospitalized with pnuemonia. After a tear or two he asked me if I thought medicine would work for me. I AM NOT A DOCTOR. You, sir, should be telling me how you fix this shit. After I said yes, he said "OK, how about three medicines. Will that be what you want?" No, asshole, I want what you usually prescribe people for nasty ass bronchitis coughs. My dad said I should have told him 800 pills of vicodin usually do the trick.

So after two and a half days of rest, I am back at work to let everyone in my office know that yes, I am still sick and I am not afraid of hacking a lung in the pblic sector. Shit, I like my sick days but I do not like the time spent at home without tasks to accomplish. Well, I snuck in one bike ride but I reaaallly had to move my ass around. Too much sleep makes me feel like a slug. My dad also told me I need to work on sleeping during appropriate hours in 2010. I stay up late mut still rise at 6am every damn day. Thanks, hungry wildabeast. No matter how sick I am, he will not be deterred from jumping and grunting on my chest until I feed him. He wakes at 5am and pesters until fed.

Medicine is making me ramble. I am so stoked for the three day weekend, so I am on high health alert for the next few days.

Vroom

Baby sold her car!!! No more r-tard parking fees for a car I never drive. All of the money is going to my credit card that I can't ever move below the limit. I do plan on purchasing a new bike to replace the wheels... I sold it to trustworthy people-a woman from SOMS who needed the car so her son can start his career as a massage therapist. I am all for the advancement of youth. Plus the guy was stoked the beater had an Omaba sticker on it. I do plan on picking up on the distance rides to Rosemont and Carmichael once the weather clears for spring.

A tiny portion of the proceeds will immediately go towards vintage items from Bows and Arrows and the Vintage store on 12th and J.

Take that carbon footprint. All you gots now is bike tire treads...WOHOOOOOOOO!

A week into TwentyTen

So far, this year has been pretty cool. I have been able to focus away from unneeded stress. I can't fix money problems until the 15th of any month anyway. Just this morning I had a prayer session Mandi-style when I started pacing and thinking about my Macy's account that they continually screw up. I send checks and they go into the wrong account. Fuck it. I realized that I am missing a DVD from Blockbuster. Fuck it, I'll just clean my apartment and tell Blockbuster on the 15th. Someone at work seemed mad at me. Fuck it, I wrote them a letter clearing up misinformation they based their frustration on. There isn't a reason to really trip on the uncontrollable elements of one's life.

Last night at the store I was in a rush to get cat food and substance for myself when I ran into a neighbor. Now, this lady is super nice and watches my cat when I go out of town. Although I was planning to meet someone at 6pm and it was already 5:45, I took the time to talk to her becasue she seemed like she wanted to talk to someone. I didn't have too much patience last year. Probably because I was in fight or flight the entire time. Ha. I listened to my neighbor even as she explained how relationships should be run. Yeah-not in one so not really interested, but I still listened and digested the information. I consider this a positive step towards my personal mental health.

I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one.

Ah 2010( I call it twenty-ten.) As muttered throughout December, I hated 2009. The year was an asshole. Although I could take that lonely road and just bitch about stuff, I guess its time to look forward. This year I will not be living day by day without hope for the next. Not that I was suicidal, just mad at the world and unable to be confident.

Like Mandi, I want to worry less. I'm starting this by selling my car. I have someone checking it out soon, but I just don't want the car in my life. It came from an ex and I taught another ex how to drive in it. It is a sad reminder of bad decisions, and someone else needs to take it.

Ok, so I am a fucktard when it comes to lovers. I kept horrible secrets all year. Boy who shall not be named anymore did some scary shit to me. I also continually let him back in my life. Yeah, I was too embarassed to admit how weak he made me. This is not the situation for 2010. I already said things to him to make him not want me anymore. Things that made him mad. But a year of his shit and its about time I hurt his feelings. This year I don't want love. I have a cat, I don't need the stress of pleasing some jerk. Obviously I cannot....fuck it. I don't want to talk about him.

Mandi, if you want to 'pray' together soon let me know. BYW- I consider you my smartest AND funniest friend. Put that in yo pipe, girrrl.