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





She warned him once about her luck

23 06 2009

If one of you, just one of you, knew the Avett Brothers were in town on Sunday night and didn’t tell me…I will hunt you down and gut you like a fish. HOW DID I MISS THIS??

To make matters worse, they’re playing a FREE SHOW in Detroit next Thursday. I can’t go. I have pet sitting duties. I kind of want to weep furiously right now. The Avett Brothers are my new Dropkick Murphys. I will NEVER see them until I’m too old for it to be cool. Le sigh.

Seriously friends, if you knew they were here and didn’t tell me/surprise me with a ticket I will skin you and wear you. I’m THAT angry I missed them. They even played up north the night before so my chances of running into Douche McGee and his whore were slim. GAH!

Whatever. Moving on…

Some of these I have talked about, but these are the songs I currently can’t stop listening to. Obsessively. So you should be listening to them too.

Snowglobe – Ms. June

I really can’t stop listening to this song. On repeat. It’s amazing. It’s my new favorite song…along with all the other songs I’m about to list. It sounds like something out of a Wes Anderson film. It’s pretty, catchy and frantic all at once. Thank you $5 Cover for giving me Snowglobe.

Frontier Folk Nebraska – On The Devil’s Time (Black Horse)

I fell in love with this band last week. I have listened to their album over and over and it’s brilliant. This song in particular is amazing. I love the banjo, and the lyrics. At 1:58 magic happens. The whole album is amazing, but this is the song I find myself singing along to the loudest.

Holly Golightly – Anyway You Like It

Oh man. This girl’s voice…the old country/blues mix. I stumbled across this by chance on lala.com while searching for any Pearlene songs I didn’t have. This was on the same comp as a Pearlene song and it’s just solid. It’s like if the chick from Mazzy Star decided to sing the blues while the band played for Patsy Cline. Or something.

Ben Nichols – Dog Day Nights

Ben Nichols. Solo. Do I need to say anything else? No. But I will. This song is featured on a compilation of Arkansas musicians. I stumbled across this by mistake too. It is pure rock and roll. It could have been recorded 50 years ago. It recalls old Elvis, but with that unmistakable Nichols growl. The guitar kills on this song. You will shake your ass. Guaranteed.

Cory Branan – Survivor Blues (acoustic)

This was the first Cory song I ever heard and it is probably still my favorite. The self described “douchey singer songwriter” version gives it a different feel but it doesn’t lose any of it’s edge or power. It’s just prettier. Cory has a knack for singing these songs about terrible things so sweetly you don’t even notice half the time. Listen to the words to Love Song 8 from The Hell You Say. Seriously. Just the opening line.

Armchair Martian – Monsters/Mexican Song/The Statler Pat

All three of these songs have some of the most well written and brutally honest lyrics I have ever heard. Aside from the fact that I am totally in love with Jon Snodgrass’s music in any form, these are three beautifully written songs. Monsters is a soft acoustic ballad that sounds like heartbreak over the bridge. Mexican Song is another slow one (that I have a great version of Jon doing live) that I love just for the words. It’s one of those I should keep to myself, it’s personal. I take all my music personally though. Statler Pat is just fucking great and I really love the version Bad Astronaut did on the split with Armchair. Again, all I have to say is Jon, like Cory and Ben, has a way with words.

Vitamin String Quartet – The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows/The Kids Aren’t Alright

I hate to call these covers…tributes? This band takes songs by just about everyone and anyone and arranges them with just strings. It’s fucking insane. Brand New is unashamedly one of my favorite bands and has been for the last seven years. Deja Entendu was my first Tennessee. The album that could always make it better. Quiet Things is off that album and also where I got the name for my “real” blog. While I prefer the original, the tribute is pretty. What I like better than the original is the tribute to Offspring’s The Kids Aren’t Alright. The string arrangement turns this mediocre pop punk song into something so indescribably beautiful. It gave me goosebumps the first time I heard it. VSQ did a whole Warped Tour album as well as an entire Bad Religion album. They are fucking awesome.

Now that I’ve given you all that unsolicited musical advice, I’m going to bed. Work is kicking my ass this week and I am exhausted. Banky is not helping. I’m going to stab him. Love you all. xx





If you had a part of me, will you take your time?

12 06 2009

I am an asshole. Sometimes I don’t know how I have lasted the 20something years I have graced this Earth. Ok, so I’m not like…Paris Hilton dumb…but somedays my brain takes naps and forgets to tell me.

I love Twitter, ya’ll. LOVE IT. I am a random girl with many random thoughts. I can share them via Twitter and amuse my friends and myself. Win, y/y? Anyway, about a week or so ago I gained a new follower. Usually I block anyone I don’t know. The only reason it’s public is so it shows up on here. Which kind of blows my whole anonymity thing…maybe I will change my name to “kittentits”. Don’t worry, I’ll connect all this eventually.

So, new follower. He is from this craphole I call home. I decide to let him stay out of morbid curiosity. I figure my tweets will scare him off in time. Nope. He’s still following me. Now, I’m curious. So…I am ashamed to admit..I facebook him. This is mostly done out of a fear that we have common friends. This is the biggest little city in the world, you know. We do not. So my reputation does not precede me. *GIANT SIGH OF RELIEF* Oh. Wait. He follows me on Twitter. IT DOESN’T NEED TO.

I test out his curiosity yesterday, and tweet something mentioning I wonder what he thinks of me as I am obvioslut (type and so keeping it) a total spazz. No response. Well, fine then Mr. Twitter, if you have nothing to say to me, don’t follow me. Duh.

Then this morning I tweet that I am laughing to keep from crying because yesterday…yesterday was just sad and hard. He replies! “At least you’re laughing”. He is a real boy! This is where the funny comes in…finally, I know. I go on this epic stream of consciousness tweetfest. I end it, right before lunch, with something about everyone’s tweets being morose and to stop. That’s my job. He replies “bless you!” I’m slightly confused. I reply something about a girl has to keep any job she has IN THIS ECONOMY, even if it’s just being an asshole, in reference to the morose tweet.

I am telling Martha this story at lunch and it hits me. Previous tweet – “I just sneezed with pretzel in my mouth, no words just fail.” I am so stupid. He probably now thinks I  am an even bigger spazz. Awesome. Read the rest of this entry »





Damn you, Haagen Dazs!

9 06 2009

When you are lactose intolerant, ice cream is the enemy. So I’d like to take a moment to say FUCK YOU, to Haagen Dazs.

I’ve see you looking at me. Begging me to take you home. “I only have five ingredients!” “I come in irresistible flavors like ginger and brown sugar!” I have ignored you. I have been deaf to your pleas to give in.

Until now.

Somehow a pint of Haggen Dazs Five in Ginger managed to make its way into my cart. And then a big scoop of it managed to end up in a nice, tall glass of Vernors ginger ale. It was a creamy, delicious burst of ginger in my mouth. Heavenly. So what if two of your five ingredients are dairy?

Worth the pain and intestinal torture I’m currently experiencing?

Absolutely. Brown Sugar…you’re next.





You told the internet I’m a bad Catholic!

7 06 2009

This weekend hasn’t been a total wash, Saturday I spent the majority of my afternoon in the pool and then took my mother to see Up. Then there was the time I told everyone Wifey had leg herpes because she told the internet I was a bad Catholic. How?

Fridayt night Wifey and I decided to have a bonfire. It got chilly so it seemed like a good idea. We were both craving pizza so went to this little hole in the wall in town. That alone was an experience. As we’re talking, the subject of children comes up. I’ve told her for awhile she should name her child Samuel Adam. Guess what she drinks a lot.

Well, right now she is exploring the idea of a relationship with a nice Jewish boy. So she tells me she was curious if that was a Jewish enough name. We were both raised Catholic…well, she was. I wouldn’t use the term Catholic to describe anything about me besides a few tokens in my car and that one tattoo…

Anyway…

I look at her, dead serious, and ask…”Is there an Adam in the Bible?” She gets that look on her face, incredulity mixed with amusement. I almost follow it up with “what, was he one of the apostles?” Before the giant DUH goes off in my brain.

Needless to say, I will never hear the end of this. She and her family are known for being…special. Just today her mother thought there were 100 minutes in an hour and that please was a five letter word. I love these people. Truly. But there is no room to make fun of a slight religious mistake when her mother once told her her boobs were so big they should be in the book of Genesis. Then, Wifey didn’t even know there was a book of Deuteronomy!

Ok, I’m grasping because seriously…I’ve even been to the Creation Museum. It’s terrifying. They make everything Adam’s fault though, so it was sort of fun to blame everything on man. Even the first one couldn’t get it right. I kid, sort of. I’m just sort of, you know…blonde.

I have a theory. After one of those epic benders I like to go on I wake up the next morning and my brain will say to itself, “Okay, you can only remember one of these things after the shit you pulled last night. Which would you prefer to keep, the lyrics to 99 Red Balloons or the name of the first man? 99 Red Balloons it is! Good choice.”

So in other words, I should probably start going to mass.

Today I have been lazily lounging with the basement cat and my puppy. Both were in my lap. Happy! I encourage you to go see Up because, OMG. Doug is my dog. SQUIRREL! I loved it. Now I have to get up and go run some errands. Before I do that, I really want you all to head over to Samurai Strong and read my comments on her picks for names. We laughed until we cried. What can I say? When you ask me to make fun of something, as your friend, I will give it 100%.





The wandering tampon and other short stories

6 05 2009

How is it already 11:00? Maybe because I spent an hour on the phone with one friend and then another hour with Space Cowboy? Not to mention I cooked an amazing dinner and worked past 6:00 and stopped to see my grandmother. No wonder it’s 11:00. Fuck, it should be nearly midnight with everything I’ve done in the past five hours. But I digress.

Something hilarious happened today. Ok, so I thought it was funny as did my work girls. Then again, we were all a little slap happy and it doesn’t take much. MFEO laughed too…so I deem it funny and shareable.

It’s shark week. If you are unfamiliar with that terminology…it means I am a raging bitch this week because my uterus and ovaries are conspiring to kill me. Yep, I’m on the rag. So anyway, I get ready to run some errands at work today and I slip a tampon in my pocket on the off chance I may get five minutes to myself. I walk into the copy room to pick something up off the printer and my phone rings. It’s Space Cowboy! Of course I’m going to take it. I walk into the lunch room and sit down and explain to him my current issue (I’ll get to that) and he gives me excellent advice.

I hang up and walk back to my desk to grab the girls to go on a mailroom run. The mailroom is one floor down on the other side of the building. We walk down there, do our thing and walk back. This is maybe a 20 minute process. When I get back to my desk I go to grab the tampon out of my pocket. It’s gone. Read the rest of this entry »








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