initiation

I'm starting a posse
Care to join?

watch this and learn

Today is going to be super.
Everything is going to sound like a great name for a band and/or book title.
Case in point:

Waking Up Wasted
Refill the Fucking Brita You Assholes
Broken Chairs
Busted Shin
Fat Ass
If You Call Me "Boo" One More Time...
Potluck
Yesterday's Makeup
Unwanted Company

tipsydoo

It is probably not a very good idea to create a new post whilst drunk, but here I am, 4:30 am, le drunk, after a night of trying to make new friends with my roommate/coworker/very good friend. We went to a bar up the block and met a bartender who was very old, so old he could maybe be my grandpa, though maybe a little younger than that, his name was John, he had an accent, British I think, possibly Scottish says Sibel but I should've asked, we met a very good dj named Mikey who plays old soul but sometimes garage so he says, and we met a really strange boy named Steven spelt with a "v" rather than a "ph" and he bought us a shot of tequila which we drank even though he was a weirdo. We went to White Castle for the first time ever, I had french toast and I felt as though I made the right decision. Some kid in there said he knew me from somewhere but I felt quite certain I knew him from nowhere, even in my drunken state.  I must say, I'm an excellent typer despite my drunken state. The reason I'm posting anything at all in this state of mine is because Steven said something hilarious that I have to write before I go to sleep and wake up in the morning having forgotten. He said to Sibel, "Hey, you have this weird mesh thing on your head." To which she replied, "Dude, that's my hair." Oh Thursday night, you might've made made me stay at work until 1:30 in the morning and skimp out on the amount of pretzels you usually supply in my vending machine snack of choice, but in the end, you did me well. Looking forward to Friday off.
ps: I think my boyfriend might just be a bit dumber than yours. Yes, he might just be, and it depresses me greatly. More on that when I'm not so tipsy.

The human condition is a strange thing indeed.


"I don't like what Mr. Curtis has done to you."
I did it to myself.

no pushin'

Oh hello. I just spent the past 4 hours sleeping in the middle of the day, it felt delicious. One of the perks to not having any windows in your bedroom is being able to sleep with ease whenever you want, no matter the time. That's just about the only perk I can think of.
Last night I went to my first major league baseball game.  Though I looked utterly out of place and couldn't relate to any of the thousands of people decked in orange and blue surrounding me, I had more fun than I thought I would. This might only be because I was a little drunk, also I found spicy veggie dogs, also I heard a grown man shout, "NO PUSHIN', NO SHOVIN', I GOT PLENTY A HOTDAWGS!," also I had field seats, which means I was very close to the action, also The Mets won 4-0, which apparently never happens.
Nilea is stuck in Paris.
I'm writing a children's book.
I'm worried about Jenny.
I'm longing for a different time.

guess who's back

hello laptop.
hello internet.
we meet again!
while you were gone the world kept spinning and a whole lot happened.
for one thing I caved and let myself have a new boyfriend, one who is here.
we're weird.

everything is different now

I miss my laptop,
and the internet.
I miss my hair.
I miss having windows.
I miss waking up and seeing the sun.
I miss writing in my blog.
I miss my mom, sometimes, though not so often.
I miss good nights of sleep.
I miss free food and meals I didn't cook.
I miss an assortment of teas.
I miss the cats, sans all their fur and smelly poops.
I miss refrigerators that are filled with things other than just beer.
I miss not being around people who smoke.
I miss everything that's familiar.
I miss quiet.
I miss feeling home.

though these things I do miss, moving out was quite possibly the best thing I ever did for myself.