September 04, 2007
bloddyhorsetwat
New thought for the day: Sex does not make men want you more.
In fact, it makes them want you less.
I don’t freakin get it. They try so hard, and when you finally give in, cause you know you want it too, their done with you! Eh, once they’ve seen your pussy, you’re yesterday’s news.
I hate men. I HATE men. I HATE MEN.
Think because they have dicks they can rule the world and swing ‘em around like the heavy end of a hammer. Well guess WHAT to all you testosterone toting, fore skin clipping, pussy eating, shriveling nut bags out there!
YOU SUCK.
On a lighter note, more drama at ‘fest. . . people getting stupid drunk, fired, sexually molested, breaking bones in car accidents, and chopping ears off. Just another season at the renaissance festival, and it’s not even third weekend yet. HA.
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August 27, 2007
Nuaces of language my ass
There's something uniquely refreshing about the first days of school, like new car smell, or a hair cut you really like. You promise yourself that his is going to be the time you stay organized! Keep ontop of homework. Actually crack open that dust gathering lether planner you actually spent 25 dollars on. But we all know the truth. That will never happen. Infact, come three weeks from now my ass will probably be eating bon bons laying on the couch watching Law and Order reruns instead of wasting my gas on silly things like english class. Okay well maybe not bon bons.
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August 23, 2006
naked, and cold, and too hungry to cry
Bloody hell it’s my birthday. It snuck up on me.
From my parents I got a Star Wars birthday Card that sings the theme to me when I open it up. I proceeded to spill water all over it and now it only semi works.
I got a $350 gas tank for my car, because mine leaks all over the place. Woohoo.
I’m at work, staring at a screen, trying to figure out what I’m going to do with my life.
My best friend got in a 5 car pile up on 100 yesterday. So if you saw a mess of cars, that was her. No one was terribly hurt, just bruises, scrapes, and some bad whiplash, but the cars are FUBAR ‘D
My sister, the all empowering voice that she is, has suggested that I write all my goals down on a piece of paper. The only problem is I don’t have any goals. Really I don’t. I know I don’t want to be ‘here’, but I don’t know what else there is. I’ve been told countless times that my life seems eccentric and interesting, but I’m telling you know it isn’t. People are the same everywhere, so whether you’re recording at a studio, or waitressing at a Friendly’s, it’s all the same. Just a change of surroundings, not a change of the problem.
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August 22, 2006
revamp
So my boss told me actually NOT to work. HA, I love it.
Basically we're keeping the fact that I'm doing some marketing on the down-low, cause the people we hired would get pissy. There's some kind of meeting today, and I keep getting this feeling that I should be more involved. But I am on the bottom of the totem pole and I can respect that....but only for so long.
I'm thinking about revamping this blog. It needs a little...end of summer pick me up. I mean I am an F'ing graphics designer for fucks sake, so this place should show it of!
What do you think? I need your guys opinion....
White and black, clean lines? Cool typography and short line hights?
Autumn pretty colors? Leaves and reds and shit?
90's grunge feeling? Paper and black drawn lines? Stains and rips?
Whaddya think?
God I hate playing little Ms. Secratary. I'm a BLODDY DESIGNER. Maybe I should go somewhere where my talents would be more appreciated.
Maybe I'm being egotistical, and should appriciate what I have.
Maybe I should go outside and smoke so many cigerettes I see the face of God.
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August 16, 2006
t. s. elliot hates you
I’d write, and rewrite posts over and over again, planning to upload them all week, however, I’d always delete them immediately afterwards. I couldn’t in good conscience, post that emo pile of crap about, how I’m having a hard time finding myself, or how the world stops spinning, I’m numb and dull, and emotionless, and blah blah blah.
They went on and on, and no one needs to be subjected to that load of bull. So, you move past it, and you get up and go to work, and everything’s right with the world again.
I’m a go have a cigarette now.
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July 20, 2006
Smack
OK, so I think I want to try out my material on an open mike night. Not like the one we have planned for beatnik happy hour, but like, comedy club open mike night. I think I could be really good; I just don’t have any idea what I’m doing.
I’m always the kind of girl who tells stories that no one knows when they’re finished. You know what the hell I’m talking about, right? the awkward silence that comes after a story that has no point. That could be bad for business.
I need material…other then me hating Mary Kate Olsen.
Ok new topic:
So I work with mainly male architects, but the firm hired two other, 20 and + girls. It’s like a fucking dormitory over here now. We’re decorating each others’ cubicals, going tanning instead of going to lunch, braiding each other’s hair, and talking smack about other people.
I swear I’ve never been this girly in my life.
It’s like a disease, where I automatically talk cute, and have no desire for substance in my life.
I love my co-workers. I don’t get friends very often….
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Hold on baby
Blargh, I fugging showed up to work around 8 in the morning which is unholy.
Maybe I’ll read more of my nerdy books, and wait for people to show up.
Maybe I’ll say “fuck you diet!” and go get breakfast from the deli down the street.
Maybe I’ll go smoke until I see the Face of God, and ask him what to do.
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July 01, 2006
fat driver
In lieu of making this blog a weight loss diary, I'm just gonna let people know that I'm fat.
WAIT! don't stop reading! I promise this wont become one of those angsty teen journals OR one of those middle age weepy i'm going to eat yogurt only diarys. PLUS i'm not 200 lbs, I just got a little more giggle then I'd like.
I reached a new high today on the scale thats all, and then my family told me i was fat and then I decided to not eat anything. ever.
OK, OK, it's not that bad, it's just...well you know, ripping all the self esteem I had left right out of my heart, and it devouring in front of me.
Plus my best friend is 5'8" and weighs like 110, but...you know...what ever.
I'm always left behind as the hot girls fat best friend. Do you have any idea what its like? I'm the pretty girls, ugly friend at the bar that no one wants to talk to till they've had a few drinks. I'm the one 60 yr old men want to touch at the counter.
Eh, I'll get over it I guess, my idea of self image wavers every two days, and I'll buy myself new shoes and I'll be fine. I mean Marylin Monroe was a size 12 right? Or maybe thats just what fat girls tell themselves to make them feel better.
Ok new topic:
I, really, never got my lisence. DONT ask me why, I couldn't giv e you an answer. People younger and my age look at me like I got the plague, like I'm some sort of freak that if they get near they'll get driving cooties. To tell the truth I just never had time. When you're @ school 12 hours a day it limits you're choices.
So I just passed drivers ed a few fridays ago, and I was drivin with the instructor today (I do have my permit) and I PARALLELELELEL PARKED. Yes ladies and gentle men. I Parked. All by my freaking self. I did it. Yes. Me. Cause I'm the shit.
Freedom here I come.
...now all i need...is a car :(
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June 23, 2006
it's just a jump to the left.
Ok now everyone turn your head and look a the DHTML
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Took me a good hour so it deserves an honorary mention.
Anyways I have a new thought for you:
in·tern also in·terne( P ) (ntûrn)
n.
1) a. An office personal under 25 who gets no respect, benifits, money, or love.
b. Bitch of the work force.
[French interne, from Latin internus, internal. See internal.]
"The office was quiet and no one was working, so I decided to go torment the intern and have some fun destroying her life a little.
God help me.
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June 22, 2006
Bus Time Stories
There’s a certain point where the acceptable grunge and dirty gruff nature of baltimorians reaches a threshold. Now it’s common to see a dust covered sweaty SoBoer drinking a beer in a brown bag on the sidewalk as you pass by, but then again it’s also common to see a yuppy bleach blonde running in her Fila’s with an Ipod strapped to her arm. So the mix balances it out I guess.
Baltimore stopped scaring me about a year ago, when I got over the fact that a 3” blade and mace just became new accessories to my ensemble. Yeah sure 50 yr. old, tims wearing men like to scream at me; some promising Jesus, others a good time, but that’s just our neighborhood. You take it in stride and continue on your way.
Sometimes I feel like these middle aged women going into town to work for MD ED or Legg Mason, or somewhere, really don’t get the beat of the city. They are tourists, doing the good, economical green thing by taking mass transportation to view the city for 8 hours, then return to their 2,000 sq foot homes (that are 25 feet apart from each other with complimentary cookie cutter siding) somewhere in Severna Park or Annapolis and make dinner. They see the city through scared, anticipating eyes; and in so doing, show off their vulnerability. I watch them shutter and look around nervously as the bus shakes, and fumble to get out their green, monthly ‘go passes’ they often times where around their necks in lanyards, like badges of honor. More like “rob me” written across their forehead.
When they get to the park and ride they all take off for their Corollas and Acuras, to see who can get to the stop light first.
Ok so I trash talk a little, but today, I was guilty of this naive insecurity myself as a shirtless, drunk, fat man came stumbling onto our bus. My eyes widened 3x as I looked to our attitudinal bus driver willing her with my mind to keep the bus going down the street. After taking a minute or two to decide, with one eyebrow raised in question she reluctantly opened the doors for the man who, brushed her aside and squished his way in a seat next to a very unlucky female worker without paying.
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