The same week I was mistaken for a high schooler twice at work and when complaining to a co-worker, they too agreed I looked like I was 17. Ok, great. When I had my 27th some gays buying me drinks were sure I was turning 21.
So this little ego-cushion sets me up for today, when interns and staff agreed that if I don't get a move on, I will end up married to my job with 5 houses and 20 cats.
"Melissa likes the wrong people". Ugh I know- but I follow my heart all the damn time.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Get yer Hands off my Wheels, Senator.
So apparently Mr. Joseph Simitian has introduced legislation to outlaw texting or talking while riding a bike. Yes- riding a bike. I can't find the bill number so I can only hope its a fluke on the part of the Santa Cruz Sentinel, but I don't think it is. Can I protest this? Also, you can get points on your driving record for what I assume would be for a second offense.
The only people in danger when a rider talks on the phone is the rider. Any pedestrian who is hit will probably call the police and sue. But its two wheels and operated by feet-not an iron behemoth(sp) that kills going 25mph.
I hate this bill and it should die.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Normal as Fuck
After working into the late evening hours on Friday night and not being wealthy in any way, my weekend was slooow. Woke up late Saturday, cleaned, rode my bike around the grid, did laundry, blah blah.
I have recently become concerned about my time I have been spending in front of the television monitor. As I stand my ground as corporate rapist, I usually lounge on my couch and get up to move about every 10 minutes or so. I was starting to become concerned until I visited my friend Hidasa this weekend. She is the roommate of my homegirl Melissa from Modesto. As Mel and I ventured up her apartment steps, she bet me Hidasa would be on the couch watching comedy central. Very close prediction but Hidasa had fucked up their DVR menu so it was on a music channel. Hidasa herself even said that when she is not working- she flops in front of the tv to escape. This is where I step in and say I feel more normal because witnessing someone be weirder than you is always an ego boost. I mean, this girl is pretty, happy, and seems like a cool person. Her inkling towards sloth-like living allows me to laze about.
This is the only way I will compare myself to her as later in the evening after she at McDonalds and had some of the pizza we ordered, I heard her go bulemic all over herself. When I glanced at my homegirl, she said "This happens a bit." Fucking gross. Isn't that shit for 13 year olds and models?? Ah I can't hate- its a disease. Just because I won't go there...if I did Taco Bell would line my stomach every day, but vomit is especially gross if you are sober.
I won't hurt you, nachos bel grande.
I have recently become concerned about my time I have been spending in front of the television monitor. As I stand my ground as corporate rapist, I usually lounge on my couch and get up to move about every 10 minutes or so. I was starting to become concerned until I visited my friend Hidasa this weekend. She is the roommate of my homegirl Melissa from Modesto. As Mel and I ventured up her apartment steps, she bet me Hidasa would be on the couch watching comedy central. Very close prediction but Hidasa had fucked up their DVR menu so it was on a music channel. Hidasa herself even said that when she is not working- she flops in front of the tv to escape. This is where I step in and say I feel more normal because witnessing someone be weirder than you is always an ego boost. I mean, this girl is pretty, happy, and seems like a cool person. Her inkling towards sloth-like living allows me to laze about.
This is the only way I will compare myself to her as later in the evening after she at McDonalds and had some of the pizza we ordered, I heard her go bulemic all over herself. When I glanced at my homegirl, she said "This happens a bit." Fucking gross. Isn't that shit for 13 year olds and models?? Ah I can't hate- its a disease. Just because I won't go there...if I did Taco Bell would line my stomach every day, but vomit is especially gross if you are sober.
I won't hurt you, nachos bel grande.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Is it Spring yet?
This week's Thursday was greeted with surprise. I had an intense discussion, or a yearly review, really, with my supervisor. I complained that I am not involved in enough meetings that I fell I deserve to be in. She broke down my performance of the last year and highlighted areas for improvement. I understand- I have so much shit on my plate I forget to follow up with phone calls or informing her of meetings. I get it. So this week I went "I Love Work" crazy. I write her morning and evening reviews of my day, keep a legal pad to track my tasks and not forget who called or whatever, and I can say I am sleeping better and am not so stressed after work about things I 'think' I may have forgotten. Also, instead of waiting around until 6pm to brief her like the other staffer, I have the freedom of knowing I wrapped up my daily communications within the office. Damn this post is turning out boring. I'm just excited to be more professional because I always feel like a damn kid around the grown-ups. No more!
This weekend presents itself with no solid plans. Probably an evening with Mike (MB-he drove me to Taco Bell with a serious case of the giggles and after his cousin saw my Facebook pics she said "Damn, you really love Taco Bell") Last weekend my internet boyfriend was to visit but I did not receive any communication from him. The only person to text me about VDay was Adrian, and last year all he got me was a 40. Fucker.
Also, after the vday text, he called me at 3am last night and miraculously left a message. What did he have to say to me after all our shit? "Call me back". Nope. How about " I have your Ipod, camera, and a new cell phone for you. I have $1,000 that I stole from you, and I want to give you these things before I move to Antarctica to yell at penguins for the rest of my miserable life". I would have liked that one better.
I can't wait until I have hours after work to go out and ride the trails and grid and log in the hours on my bike like I used to. Most likely I will be riding to Pops house on Sunday for laundry and family dinner. Cross your fingers and wish me the best because Arden Arcade is a BITCH.
This weekend presents itself with no solid plans. Probably an evening with Mike (MB-he drove me to Taco Bell with a serious case of the giggles and after his cousin saw my Facebook pics she said "Damn, you really love Taco Bell") Last weekend my internet boyfriend was to visit but I did not receive any communication from him. The only person to text me about VDay was Adrian, and last year all he got me was a 40. Fucker.
Also, after the vday text, he called me at 3am last night and miraculously left a message. What did he have to say to me after all our shit? "Call me back". Nope. How about " I have your Ipod, camera, and a new cell phone for you. I have $1,000 that I stole from you, and I want to give you these things before I move to Antarctica to yell at penguins for the rest of my miserable life". I would have liked that one better.
I can't wait until I have hours after work to go out and ride the trails and grid and log in the hours on my bike like I used to. Most likely I will be riding to Pops house on Sunday for laundry and family dinner. Cross your fingers and wish me the best because Arden Arcade is a BITCH.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Tuesday is the new Monday
FML.
Such a catch-22. It's they type of day where I am working so much I feel suffocated. Plus people be asking me how to do computer shit when my mind needs to remain focused.
And I saw my ex parking his ride at the LOB. Haven't seen him in months.
FML.
Such a catch-22. It's they type of day where I am working so much I feel suffocated. Plus people be asking me how to do computer shit when my mind needs to remain focused.
And I saw my ex parking his ride at the LOB. Haven't seen him in months.
FML.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sick of Hearts
Already! Yes, while visiting Safeway this morning to pick up something for lunch for under $5, I was bombarded by this ridiculous tent they have constructed to create Valentine's monstrocities(sp??) Immediately my week was deflated. Yeah, first time in like 4 years that someone wasn't around to give me shit. However, none of the tools before ever gave me anything. I think I got flowers one year? Whatever. It's not like the Christmas invasion that starts waaaayyyy to early for comfort, but the presence of the frilly and fancy just serves as a glittery gleeful reminder of how fucking lonely it is up in my apartment. I am still on relationship probation so this should be expected as I gave myself 6 months from the last time I saw Asshole until I thought I would be ready to find someone but I have personally extended my probation as I still feel like a fucking idiot whenever I see those spokes and tatts upon the grid.....MUST STOP!! On Saturday night I even ignored a date invite from this hot guy whose name I always forget- I shall omit it for privacy. Besides the fact that I will not ride my bike in shitty weather, it's just not the time to enter into a dating scheme with some dude that is obviously not gonna be it for me....yeah, tatts, piercings, and my general disinterest in figuring out his name or remembering what he does for a living also raises a few flags...
My valentines weekend will be comprised of thrift shopping as I scopered a few new places this weekend within walking distance. So probably wine-feuled mayhem followed by at least a day of sleeping that shit off...
My valentines weekend will be comprised of thrift shopping as I scopered a few new places this weekend within walking distance. So probably wine-feuled mayhem followed by at least a day of sleeping that shit off...
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Love Thy Neighbor
Nope, not a neighbor hook up story! I am just super excited that as my homegirl Melissa dropped by my apartment yesterday she called our friend John. He had allegedly moved behind Starbucks, which is where I live. So we called him out and he lives across the street! We immediately went over there and met like 6 people. The best part? When we left they walked us to the street where all the guys flipped that they could see my window from their sidewalk. Yeah, sight is crazy maaaan.
However, I have spread my neighborly love across P Street, and I look forward to random shenanigans. This in addition to my fucking awesome neigbor Mike!
Bobbers of the Block Unite! Yeah Mandi- Bobbers!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Craigslist Love, Part Deux
Well well well look how this cookie has crumbled...
He ended up writing to me again, but definately less than he did before. The lack of enthusiasm is quite deflating when I thought things went so well. This experience is panning out to be more of training with patience. Any girl whose dated their share of tools know that nobody wants to be labeled as 'pushy' or 'desperate' so early in a potential pairing. So, guess he gets the balls in this court battle. Haha.
Really, this craigslist romance was an expiriment. Can I actually involve myself in the normal timeline of dating? First dates without kisses, getting to know someone in and out before meeting them...I guess I can but the fact remains that our meeting may have frustrated the both of us that we could find someone decent but yet having the person live so far away..and one doesn't have a car!
Restraint is championing over heart. I want to keep writing those soul-filled letters and tell him about my day and the things I interpret-the things he said he liked to hear. But, alas, why fall into something when the guy just doesn't to seem to be all jazzed about you...at least some evidence to prove my point!
To be continued? Who the fuck knows, but I am not signing myself out of any future expiriments with different variables...Fucking nerd.
He ended up writing to me again, but definately less than he did before. The lack of enthusiasm is quite deflating when I thought things went so well. This experience is panning out to be more of training with patience. Any girl whose dated their share of tools know that nobody wants to be labeled as 'pushy' or 'desperate' so early in a potential pairing. So, guess he gets the balls in this court battle. Haha.
Really, this craigslist romance was an expiriment. Can I actually involve myself in the normal timeline of dating? First dates without kisses, getting to know someone in and out before meeting them...I guess I can but the fact remains that our meeting may have frustrated the both of us that we could find someone decent but yet having the person live so far away..and one doesn't have a car!
Restraint is championing over heart. I want to keep writing those soul-filled letters and tell him about my day and the things I interpret-the things he said he liked to hear. But, alas, why fall into something when the guy just doesn't to seem to be all jazzed about you...at least some evidence to prove my point!
To be continued? Who the fuck knows, but I am not signing myself out of any future expiriments with different variables...Fucking nerd.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Craigslist Love
Is it possible that one could find a normal, decent fella on this hooker and scam infested site? Kinda.
His name is Aaron. I am a Craigslist fan and all, but those missed connections and MforW ads I looked at were for pure enjoyment. That is, until a guy found an achilles: Vonnegut.
Yep, good ol' Kurt brought me and stranger together. He liked the same books, the same movies, the same political views. Finally, a smart guy who just might not be socially challenged like the last few idiots. We emailed back and forth many times during each day over the course of a few months. Unreal. This guy was so interesting and funny and really liked most of the things I did. A week ago, we asked the question: Do we meet?
I broke my internet dating cherry on Saturday. He drove down from Truckee and picked me up to take me to dinner. I chose Suzy's Burgers at 28th and P for some casual grub. C'mon, he's a mountain guy-no fancy place where we'd both feel awkward. I had a good time. He was way cuter than I had planned, so after dinner we went back to my place for Bob and a movie. He brought his personal Bobber, so that alone was pretty cool. I chose True Romance with Christian Slater that was directed by Tarantino-whom we both love. As I started the movie, he handed me a lighter. Holy shit, its the same frog with a crown bic that I have! He found this interesting as well.
During earlier conversations, I had told him about my crazy ass cat and warned him that he can be out of control. Nope. Reggie walked right over to him and turned into LoveCat. The entire time he was there. So i kinda looked like a drama queen-but Aaron wasn't there when Reg tried to stone me to death militant-style. I guess the Reg just likes attractive men.
After the movie we hung out and talked some more. He had to leave around midnight as he lives more than an hour away. We hugged and he promised to come visit me again soon.
And besides a few texts, we haven't emailed since.
Craigslist. Like a box of chocolates.
His name is Aaron. I am a Craigslist fan and all, but those missed connections and MforW ads I looked at were for pure enjoyment. That is, until a guy found an achilles: Vonnegut.
Yep, good ol' Kurt brought me and stranger together. He liked the same books, the same movies, the same political views. Finally, a smart guy who just might not be socially challenged like the last few idiots. We emailed back and forth many times during each day over the course of a few months. Unreal. This guy was so interesting and funny and really liked most of the things I did. A week ago, we asked the question: Do we meet?
I broke my internet dating cherry on Saturday. He drove down from Truckee and picked me up to take me to dinner. I chose Suzy's Burgers at 28th and P for some casual grub. C'mon, he's a mountain guy-no fancy place where we'd both feel awkward. I had a good time. He was way cuter than I had planned, so after dinner we went back to my place for Bob and a movie. He brought his personal Bobber, so that alone was pretty cool. I chose True Romance with Christian Slater that was directed by Tarantino-whom we both love. As I started the movie, he handed me a lighter. Holy shit, its the same frog with a crown bic that I have! He found this interesting as well.
During earlier conversations, I had told him about my crazy ass cat and warned him that he can be out of control. Nope. Reggie walked right over to him and turned into LoveCat. The entire time he was there. So i kinda looked like a drama queen-but Aaron wasn't there when Reg tried to stone me to death militant-style. I guess the Reg just likes attractive men.
After the movie we hung out and talked some more. He had to leave around midnight as he lives more than an hour away. We hugged and he promised to come visit me again soon.
And besides a few texts, we haven't emailed since.
Craigslist. Like a box of chocolates.
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