Fickle.

19 03 2011

I finally watched The Time Traveler’s Wife tonight. I know, you’re all saying…”the fuck?” as I am not known for being a fan of chick flicks. However, Chi gave me the book shortly after our first meeting and I truly enjoyed it. I was prepared not to like the movie and…eh. I thought from a technical standpoint it was kind of meh at best and Rachel McAdams was mildly terrible. But I think I have a crush on Eric Bana.

Anyway, I was reminded of how much I enjoyed the book and just thinking about the themes in the book and what’s going on in my life right now. Life is…silly. It’s hard and it’s scary and it’s wonderful and heartbreaking and awesome. But it’s silly sometimes. I have been so angry lately. I just feel out of sorts and generally unhappy. I know why, in some sense, but I’m trying to find why in other ways.

I’ve been very unhappy with Manfred. Some of it is his fault, some of it is not. But the bottom line is, I’m unhappy. I’m conflicted. We’ve been through all of this already. But something switched the other night and as soon as I voiced those thoughts outloud, drunkenly to J&A and last night in a heart to heart with Nola…I don’t feel that way anymore. He’s across the state right now and I miss him terribly.

I have a lot of thoughts and opinions on all of this and my fickle emotions and we’re not going to go into them tonight. We’ll summarize with my past has changed me both for the better and the worse. And it usually manifests itself in the same situations. Also? I need to learn to let go and not be so stubborn and to trust myself and my friends more. Withdrawing is not the answer. I’m not burdening anyone by opening up. It’s just so hard for me. I don’t know why.

I am trying to be better. About everything. Just hang in there. We’ll get there eventually.





Because I’m already traumatized…

8 09 2010

The most horrible, inconceivably horrible thing that could ever possible happen to me, happened to me.

A spider touched me.

We’re not talking like…there was a spider on my shirt or one ran across my foot, oh no. That’s what happens to normal people. This spider, this spider had to be different. Special. Terrifying.

Here I am on a sunny Monday afternoon. Manfred and I had just dropped Chi-town off at the bus stop and decided to swing by Whole Foods to see if J & A were working. They were and J was about to get off and she wanted to show us their new place. So we grab a drink, go outside and sit on the bench to enjoy the lovely pre-fall weather.

I’m minding my own business, sipping on my mineral water, I’m fancy like that, and I see something fall in front of my face. Hmm. Weird. I feel it hit my cleavage. I look down and the panic starts spreading like wildfire. A DADDY LONG LEGS HAS FALLEN FROM THE SKY, INTO MY CLEAVAGE.

I throw my purse and phone off my lap and jump up and start frantically beating my chest and half whipping my girls out. Manfred has also jumped up at this point and is quite alarmed. He looks ready to murder someone but he has no idea who or what is causing me this much distress and I have lost the power of speech. He sees it fall out of my shirt. We both look down at its mangled mass of legs and body twitching on the ground. I look up at him, eyes like saucers. Then I start this strange hybrid of hyperventilating and bawling.

He manages to get me to sit down and calm down enough to regulate my breathing and avoid a full on panic attack. My brain starts functioning normal-ish again and I peer down my shirt to make sure its really gone. It’s not. In our battle it has managed to leave one of its freakishly long legs in my shirt. As a calm, rational, 28-year-old woman I immediately start shrieking in a frequency  only dogs can hear, whip the girls out again and sobbing, beg Manfred to “GETITOUTGETITOUTGETITOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTT!!!”

Meanwhile, in the sane world, a car has been parked at the curb, a mere two feet away throughout this entire fiasco. They saw me lose my dignity, my proverbial shit and my tatas. Fantastic.

I have been a fucking nervous wreck ever since. There was one of my arachnid foes in my shower the morning of this life changing event. This and the landing in my cleave proves my theory that on top of being foul, they are also perverts. Yesterday there was a jumpy on on the card swiper thing to get in the building. They are coming for me. Spider Jihad is ON, motherfuckers.

So, I’m already in a very delicate state, right? This morning I found out that it’s go time for Space Cowboy. I am so glad everyone is out this week and I could cry at my desk in peace. Add to this the four holes the plumber cut in my walls/ceiling and my mom’s car battery exploding and honestly…I just don’t know how much more I can take this week.

I wanted to write all about my lovely weekend with Chi and how today is her birthday and next, next weekend is our “anniversary”, but I don’t have the energy. I’m too busy looking for spiders.





She’s cranky when she’s sober. She’s so sweet when she’s wasted.

31 08 2010

I think it’s pretty evident now that I am kind of an asshole.

Evidence A: I wasn’t going to write tonight due to being EXTREMELY lazy and sleeping for about three hours after I got home from a particular uneventful and boring day at work. Although, dingos came up and T & L trying to figure out what one was almost caused me to crack a rib, I laughed so hard. “Is it a lizard? Ohhhh, it’s a donkey.” “It’s like on of those zebra things, right?”

Somedays I wish I could take you all to work with me so you could experience this glorious fuckery on your own.

Evidence B: So apparently “I am not getting in my car today” on Sunday meant “Hey, I’m coming over!” to Manfred. Not after six hours on a bus, bud. So sorry. So he came over to mine and installed my new shower. Win. I made vague promises to him while I was still on the bus, so he was slightly disappointed as I haven’t seen much of him in going on two weeks. Last night I had dinner with Ohio Dad and it wore me out so I went home and tore everything out of my bathroom and then realized I had no desire to put it back. Half of it is still in the hall. This is only part of why I’m an asshole.

Before I left work tonight, I promised the boyfriend I’d come over. Then I got home and realized I had shit to do to prepare for Chi’s visit this weekend. And when I went to pee I noticed I’d had my pants on backwards all day. What? Ok. FINE. LEGGINGS. I WAS WEARING LEGGINGS. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!? It’s like, legal pajamas, man. Whatever, I’m not defending myself to you. So yeah, leggings are on backwards. I take them off with the intention of turning them around, putting them back on, packing shit and heading down to the boy’s.

Then I realized my pants were off. I kind of have a rule…once the pants are off…yeah. So I did the responsible adult thing. I crawled into bed, ripped my bra off and called and told him I wasn’t coming down. This lead to a mild disagreement (read: argument. sort of. ish.) and I got all quiet and pissy and whatever.

I then fell asleep. This is after I promised him that by staying home tonight I would accomplish things! And then tomorrow we could watch True Blood and stuff.

I wake up at 9:00 to my mother hovering over me asking about risotto. I am so not hungry. Galby is acting up again and I figure it’s best to not eat. But then I think if I eat, maybe I will get energy and I can do things! So I go downstairs and unceremoniously scoop a spoonful of risotto out of the pot and into my mouth.

It was not tasty, ya’ll. Like…at all.

So I had waffles for dinner.

This is really going nowhere fast. I’m sorry.

I am trying to make myself sleepy again by writing. I intended to write about this weekend and I was even going to post pictures. OF MY FACE. Because, let’s be honest, ya’ll know who I am anyway, I should probably give up on the anonymous thing. I vaguely worry about getting dooced, but you know, they’d be pretty fucked without me and it’s no secret we ALL hate our lives/jobs currently.

So yeah. That.

What was I on about? Oh, this weekend.

Do you really want to read an 18 page blog post? No? I didn’t think so. Guess what? I’ma write it anyway. HA! I’ll be nice and put the jump here though so if you feel like coming back later, you can and your place will be saved. SEE? NOT AN ASSHOLE!! Read the rest of this entry »





I fell in love again. All things go, all things go. Drove to Chicago. All things know, all things know.

26 08 2010

I am exhausted. I am a rockstar.

The latest I’ve gotten to work this week is today, at 7:30am. The earliest I’ve left is 5:30. I have busted my ass so I could get out early today and head up to Chicago for what is promising to be an awesome weekend.

Tuesday night, after waking up at 5am and working 6:30 – 5:30, I headed down to The Comet for a few rounds of their homemade ginger ale and Jameson, and a little band called Glossary. The show wasn’t due to start until 10:00. I was pretty sure I may end up dead before then, but godamnnit…if Glossary is in town, I’m there. I love that band. The passion they have for what they do and the gratitude they have for their fans is nearly unrivaled.

MFEO met the Manfred (Scotsman) and I for a drink, then BNB showed up. We had a great time just shooting the shit and hanging out. A local band opened, Magnolia Mountain. They’re pretty good. Their lap steel player dude looks like Captain Barbossa from Pirates of the Caribbean.

I assure you the resemblance is much stronger in person.

Glossary came on a little after 11:00. I have been drinking whiskey for about three hours at this point and I’ve been up for about 18 hours. The next hour and some change was one of the best shows I’ve ever been too. At one point I counted 15 people in the room. They played like there were 15,000. It was so good and they are so amazing. I literally get goosebumps listening to them sometimes. The steel pedal part on Sweet Forever…just THINKING about it gives me goosebumps.

After the show, we chatted up Kelly for a bit and she thanked us for coming out. I made the boyfriend snatch the tour poster off the wall and he bought one of Joey’s solo tour. We headed out and Todd was outside. Now, I don’t know if he actually remembered me, or just thought he should, but either way he hugged me and again, thanked us for coming out. It’s the nights like this that make me so sure of my life and what I want to do with it. I’ll get there someday.

In the meantime, in a few hours I will be in Chicago with Wifey and…a surprise guest! Woodership Down is joining us as of last night. There are TWO Cory/Drag shows in Chicago this weekend. I am so excited. I will miss my Manfred very, very much. I will miss Chi, too. But, I get two nights of Cory Branan, Jon Snodgrass and friends. I am in heaven. I can assure you, there will be so many stories coming. Stories of debauchery, great friends and good music. And pizza. Get ready Giordano’s…mama’s coming.





Save your money for the weekend

22 08 2010

I’m preparing for an awesome/awful week. I always think of the Built to Spill song Terrible/Perfect. That’s the best description of my life ever. It’s pretty fucking amazing. But it also sucks so fucking hard at the same time. It’s a fucking contradiction. I don’t know if I’d be happy any other way. Para example:

This week I get to see one of my favorite fucking bands. Glossary. I get to see them in a tiny ass bar that serves the BEST tofu burritos on earth. This is awesome, no? Well the show doesn’t start until 10 and they are the headliners. I will have been at work since 6:30 that morning and need to do the same the morning after. Terrible/perfect.

I also get to see my homeboy Cory Branan, and FINALLY get to see Jon Snodgrass/Drag The River. I have to travel 5 hours to do so and I am staying at one of my BFF’s places. Too bad she won’t be there. I miss you, Chi.

This is my life. It is full of first world problems and I am an asshole for complaining about this shit, I know. The point is, this week is already weird and I should be asleep. I have to be up in 7 hours.





Fuck this week

18 06 2010

I’m so tired. Sooo tired. Poprocks is here. Savannah’s birthday party is tomorrow. Pool time with Wifey is scheduled. These are all things I would normally be ecstatic about. Not to mention Jason Isbell tonight and USA vs Slovenia. So why am I so blah? Read the rest of this entry »





Musings and road trips

10 06 2010

A small change of plans… Read the rest of this entry »





For Chi

8 06 2010

For all the little things you do. I love you.





Come on sweet catastrophe

26 05 2010

Today was hell. Pure, fucking hell. I gotta quit that fucking job, man. One one of my (many) phone calls with Nola today I explained it as thus: You work a job you hate for not enough money to buy all the shit you don’t need. It’s the American Way. Read the rest of this entry »





Shit, fuck, shit

6 05 2010

So Chi convinced me to join this 20somethings blogging group. I have no idea what it is or how it works, but it means I’ma have to start writing more. Thanks, Chi. Bitch. ;) Read the rest of this entry »








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