The thief and the heartbreaker

30 08 2009

So I have to say, Friday was not as epic as I had hoped for. Read the rest of this entry »





Today I don’t feel pretty and I’m tired of trying to fit in

17 08 2009

I had this whole blog planned out to celebrate my summer without Perez Hilton and how I don’t miss him at all and what finally made me give him up. (Hint: Part of it had to do with him saying something nasty about Joan Collins. Bitch, don’t you EVER.)

Then I took a tour of facebook.

This is going to turn into a total bitch and moan, so if you don’t want to read it, don’t follow the jump. I’m serious. Don’t say I didn’t warn your ass.  Read the rest of this entry »





The return of HC

12 08 2009

Oh come on, ya’ll. I’m not working today. May as well entertain us both.

A few weeks ago I got a text from HC. He does this. I don’t hear from him for months and then he’s all up in my face with the “I miss you” and “we need to hang” bullshit. We met when his band played at my college, sophomore year. The first night he told me he was going to marry me someday. He’s been chasing me ever since. I was knee deep in Douche McGee at that point, so I told him he was crazy. Most of the time I ignore him, sometimes I indulge him and flirt. It’s fun. If he didn’t have the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen, I’d probably just write him off. The fact that he’s also my height ain’t working in his favor. I’m borderline midget territory, ya’ll. We are eye to eye.

The last time I saw him was at his band’s show up by where Totoro lives. I’ll tell the story of that epic weekend some other time. His band is awful. Just awful. Just hardcore shite. But, he’s an adorable little man and I amuse myself with him. I don’t really think he’s serious about wanting to actually be with me, so I’ll often ask him if he’s bought my ring yet. Today’s response was “I don’t know what size”. Ha. I am supposed to head back up to where he lives next weekend. Maybe I’ll actually grab some dinner with him or something. I mean, it’s the least I can do for the only man stupid enough to want to marry me. Right?





Nothing new under the sun

24 07 2009

So my beloved Poprocks is in the state, but not in my possession yet. It’s ok. I was done working at 10:24am and I’ve been participating in a water gun fight ever since. Somedays I do love my job.

Things have been quiet, which usually means good. Things seem to be settling in with Toast. We watched Coraline last night and I LOVED it! Martha, let me borrow the book, please?

The weather has been perfection, my music selections have been choice…there are so many wonderful things happening right now. Mostly the fact that, POPROCKS IS HOME!

As soon as he arrives we are going straight to the tobacco store to pick up hookah accessories. Then we’re gathering a motley crew (including the lovely Savannah and Wifey) and heading to the county fair. I will have wonderful stories tomorrow, I am so sure. Wifey and I decided we need to get drunk this weekend and “make memories”. If it’s successful, they will be other people’s memories…not ours.

Saturday, Poprocks and I will be spending some time with MFEO. They have not met. I expect worlds to collide. I’m sad she’s pregnant, we could have drank Russia dry of it’s vodka between the three of us. Oh man, I am on booze lust. I can’t help it, my friends lead me to drinking. Hehe.

The BNB got awful chatty with me today. He reminded me that he got me a present and he wants me to come get it. Chasing Amy. If this was a few months ago, I’d be falling all over myself to get there. Now…well, I hope I talked him into finishing my sleeve pro bono. I love him, but he can choke on it if he thinks I’m still playing this game.

Banky asked me to come over and drink Tuesday night. “Just to drink?” “Yeah, sorry.” Sorry? Seriously? What a twat. He is another one who is delusional if he thinks we are ever going to go back to that bullshit. We share a very strong bond because of how we met, but it will never go back to that cat and mouse bullshit.

Anyway, that’s what’s up with me…what’s new with you? Stay tuned for updates of the week so epic, it will make the baby jesus weep tears of awesome.





Thinking on things you wish you hadn’t, things you wish you remembered.

16 07 2009

I know I say it a lot, but I don’t usually mean it like this.

I am an asshole. Seriously.

I have done nothing but piss and moan about how people need to man up and come to me if they have a problem and not talk about it behind my back or hid behind anonymous screen names. Then I was set straight today by a friend I probably take for granted.

I was pissed off last night. I was hurt. I felt judged and attacked and frustrated. I thought I was doing the right thing by working through it on my blog. I never meant to be passive aggressive or call anyone out. But I did just that. I saw myself as venting about something that upset me. I use this blog as a tool to work through my (many) issues. I am surprisingly non-confrontational. I wasn’t mad at anyone, so I didn’t think I was directing my frustration at anyone. I’m slow.

I am lucky I have friends in spite of all the stupid shit I do. I am thankful that this one took me aside and called me on my bullshit. I needed a reality check. I should’ve taken the problem to her first, not here. For that I apologize. I wasn’t even mad at her, so I didn’t see what I did wrong or how much of a hypocrite I was being at first. We had a really good talk today. As I said before, I know it comes from a good place and I put myself in her shoes. I’ve been there before. I was being an idiot. I had no idea how hurt or angry I was until I re-read what I wrote. So, to my beloved girls…you know who you are, I sincerely apologize and promise not to suck anymore.

That being said….

My life is so predictable. The men in it are anyway. Banky texted me most of the afternoon. It started off as him telling me he bought his brother sunglasses but he was afraid they may be female. I confirmed. We argued about that for awhile. Then he told me The Dead Weather – Hang You From The Heavens was his new favorite song. So I went and listened to it.

I am trying this new thing, called DON’T FUCKING READ INTO EVERY LITTLE THING. But after the conversation we had yesterday and him being back to his old ways (I know, I know. I’m stopping it now.) it is hard not to. But I’m not. I’m really not.

While I am not that into them, blasphemy according to some, that guitar is sexy. The lyrics… His favorite? I like to grab you by the hair
and drag you to the devil.
I need new men in my life. I told him my new favorite song was Jon Snodgrass’ cover of Wild One. Seriously. It does something to me. Born Apart is a close second. I am counting down the milliseconds until I get to see him live. I want to kiss him on the cheek.

So yeah, all afternoon is back and forth bickering with Banky. I get home, relax and am starting my routine of falling asleep on the couch while watching NCIS reruns with the dog. Phone rings. BNB. You. Have. Got. To. Be. KIDDING.

He found me a copy of Chasing Amy and picked it up for me. Awww, what am I supposed to say? Hey kitchen dick, thanks for getting back to me a month later, now that you’re single again. Dick. So he wants to tell me all about his break up with the scrap pile from The Creature Shop. I tell him about Banky and Toast. We laugh at each other and I realize I have shifted so drastically in my feelings towards him. He is like a big brother, not the dude I spent all of my adult life head over heels for. Progress, no?

Totoro had called, so I called her back and said BNB had called. “What, is he single again?” Damn. Predictable. They all are. I love them in my own way and they love me in theirs. If they didn’t mean anything, they wouldn’t be around. Plus, BNB is one helluva artist. I’m not walking away from discount tattoos either.

I thought a lot about what I was told today, about making the best of what I have. I don’t like advice. I rarely ask for it. Mostly because it just turns me into a dick. Especially unsolicited. I am trying to get better about it. But, I was given some things to think about today. I’m going to try writing short stories maybe once a week. They may even show up here now and again. I need to break this writer’s block. I’m also going to start posting things that inspire me. I discovered Imgfave today. If you’re curious, you can browse through the things I’ve saved so far here.

I think this is all I need to say today.

terrible/perfect

I lied. One more thing.

Impatient





It’s plain to see, you’re a dangerous thing

15 07 2009

Well…fuck.

I burnt my Toast, ya’ll. It’s over before it began. I am…irritated. Apparently he wanted to tell me when he came over on Monday, but he couldn’t. I knew. He looked so sad. I could read every thought on his face. He talked and talked and talked. When he ran out of steam I let it all sink in. Then I said “ok”. “Is that all you have to say?” Of course it’s not. But it was all I wanted to say.

Hold onto your asses folks, are you ready?

He hurt my feelings. So I wasn’t shouting my love from the mountain tops, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t crazy about him. Sure once I realized we were completely incompatible I pulled back a little. But I talked about it! I expressed things! I reassured and listened! Not good enough. I almost reached through the phone when he said he felt it could be any guy in his situation, that it had nothing to do with him.

Oh. Hell. Naw.

Many have tried. More have failed. I have been explicitly clear over the past two years about the fact that I don’t want a boyfriend. They all tried to change my mind. I dropped them quicker than panties on prom night. (It hurt to write that).When I started this dating nonsense I said I didn’t want a boyfriend. When I met him, that changed. I was willing to try. I wanted to give it a real chance. He is the first guy in two years I have admitted to being in a relationship with! But it could have been anyone. Yeah. Ok.

I feel let down. My best wasn’t good enough. He got all sanctimonious and preachy on me. Look, I’ve gotten this speech before. Don’t talk down to me. I have been in love. I have felt that happiness that is so big you think your heart is going to explode. There is no way something so tiny could contain something so big and wonderful. I know what it’s like to look at someone and be filled with a love so deep it takes your breath away. Excuse me if I don’t want to go and just give myself away to the first guy that calls me pretty. I have never been desperate, I’m not about to start now.

I gave my heart to someone once. I’m not 100% sure I ever got it back. There is not a fucking day that goes by that I don’t think of him. There is not one day that I don’t miss him. I’m not looking for a fucking replacement. This girl wants the real deal. I’m not going to just open up and rush into something. I don’t have to. Don’t fucking treat me like a godamned pariah because I am single at 27. It’s not 1950. My ovaries are still steaming fresh. There is nothing wrong with me because I am not dependent on another human being for survival. I love you people, I do. I know you mean well. I do. But I am done. No more advice. No more treating me like a child. I am so happy for those of you that found your person. I lost mine. I don’t know that there is another one for me. If there is, he’ll find me when the time is right. In the meantime, I am very happy with who I am. I’m stuck in my ways. I also don’t think I’m a whore. We’re all adults here, it’s just a little sex. Read the rest of this entry »





No one told you, it won’t be enough.

4 06 2009

The live version of Cory Branan’s Crackerjack Heart makes my heart do funny things. I had to hit next tonight. Lucero – Sixteen came up next. I hate you iTunes.

No word from the B-Man since he came to visit me at work on Tuesday. May or may not have lunch with the twin tomorrow. I have stopped caring. I refuse to let myself get tangled up in his mindfuck again. If and when I do see him again I have very simple words for him.

I like you.

That’s all I want to say to him. Mostly because…goddamnit…I do. I really fucking do. He’s not perfect. He’s not forever. But I like him. He makes me laugh and I almost feel safe with him. Safe enough to be myself. I’d like to buy into the bullshit girls tell themselves and each other. Oh he really likes me and he’s scared of how much so he’s pulling back. Fuck that. That’s MY trick. Maybe he’s just not that into me.

You don’t bring a girl taxidermy unless you’re at least a little into her though…right?

He makes no sense and I am washing my hands of the whole matter. My philosophy is this: If it’s our time, it’s our time. If it’s not, I’m going to bow out gracefully now and go pout in the corner for a few days. I just worry that he’s going to go back to Big Red again and if that’s the case, I’ve lost a friend. I refuse to be the in between girl and I really will lose all respect for him if that’s what happens. Whatever we are will cease to exist. I am no one’s back up bitch.

So I guess I’m settling back into my badass “don’t need nobody” girl routine. It’s a little lonely, but it’s safe. No one is gonna hurt this pretty little face ever again. This attitude is exactly why I think I’d make a great stripper. Confused? Read the rest of this entry »





Detroit, Lift Up Your Weary Head! (Rebuild! Restore! Reconsider!)

4 05 2009

So the past week has been a bit of an ego crusher. My self esteem is usually at ok..but the last 168 hours or so have been fairly brutal.

It started when I thought I was being kind of cute and sexy and apparently was so much not so, that I put someone to sleep. Ok, there was a lot of alcohol involved…I can live with that. Then came the bigger blow.

Fucking Banky. Read the rest of this entry »





Disposable lives like mine

6 04 2009

I’m kind of phoning it in here. I need more excitement and less drama. Sorry, ya’ll.

Have you ever been to a scooter rally? I have. Saturday I went to the rally with MFEO. There was free lunch at one of my favorite places in town, so I figured what the hell. I had a total OMG moment. MFEO and I were going through old pictures a few months back. That bitch has some fine dude friends. I remarked I thought the one was particularly sexy. She told me no way in hell as he has two babies and two baby mommas. Fast forward to yesterday. I get down to the rally early. I walk around my favorite record store for awhile looking like a total creepster. I leave and go over the the restaurant. I look in and there’s a group of guys. The one has these giant, black plastic, square frame glasses and a handkerchief around his neck. I decide to wait for MFEO outside, it’s gorgeous out anyway.

She gets there and we’re talking and she asks me if I saw the dude I thought was hot. It hits me. It’s glasses guy. I ask. She confirms. I rescind my offer. I have shit taste, you know that? Read the rest of this entry »





You said I was your blue, blue baby. You were right.

3 04 2009

Bear with me. Please.

Tonight was the final episode of ER. I know, I know. It’s not what it used to be. I don’t care. I loved it. Every second of it. I grew up with it. I was 12 years old the year it premiered. I begged my parents to let me stay up to watch it. For years I wanted to be an ER doctor. Part of me still does.

It was a different kind of show. My grandmother was an ER nurse for years. She worked nights in Detroit in the 70s. She always talked about how realistic it was. You watched these characters grow and sometimes they won, and sometimes they failed. You loved them regardless. I will miss it. I’ve cried my way through many episodes over the years. Good thing I have the first six seasons on DVD already.

Ok. So now that I’ve gotten that out. Um…hey. I know a lot of people stopped by yesterday via The Bloggess. I know it was probably a little disappointing. I’ve started this blog being kind of whiney. It’s good, because the past few days in real life (vs blog life) I have been really happy and bouncy. So uncharacteristic. There are a lot of reasons for it.

The weather was amazing today. Martha and I had lunch and took a walk around the building while talking about what we have planted in our gardens. I am old. MFEO came back from lunch and brought me a present. A Domo dressed up like a duckie! I brought her a Killer Brownie from DLM and a Mexican coke. I love her. I mean really, it’s like she’s an extension of me. We truly are made for each other.

I met up with an old friend tonight for a drink (the most watered down Jameson I have ever had) and to play catch up. We had a great talk. I love that I have the most non-judgmental and supportive friends on Earth. I told her the whole Banky saga and she had great advice. She told me about her relationships. We talked about love and she totally gets my perspective and understands what I meant.  Read the rest of this entry »








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