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01 November 2009 :: Under Construction.
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| why am I eating at eleven o'clock at night? idiots. |
[12 Aug 2010|11:11pm] |
It's been a while, hasn't it? Who missed me? Someone? Anyone? Micah? I bet Micah missed seeing my random shit. Who else is he going to call an idiot and talk about anal sex with.. you know, besides Julian? Thanks for picking up my slack, J. I'll have to send you a fruit basket or something.
It's my birthday for another forty-five minutes. Thirty-one has been kind of boring so far. However, the guy at the liquor store gave me some Mardi Gras beads after he carded me tonight, so that's kind of a plus, I think. Now, if only the dog would stop trying to eat them, that would be awesome. Why do dogs do that anyway? They will eat just about anything if you leave it within snout-distance. I lost an earring last week that way. Owen had to follow the damn dog around after work to see if he could find the stud. He found it, but I don't think I'm going to be putting that fucking thing in my ear anytime soon. Animals can be so gross sometimes.
I've been looking for an apartment with Owen lately. I figure it's time to finally give Brad his house back. It's weird, though, as I've lived with Brad for a couple years now. I don't know what it'll be like living on my own again. I have a feeling I'll miss him a lot, even if he doesn't miss me. He's been a really good housemate and a good friend. I hope he knows how much I've appreciated it all. I'm going to cry like a fucking bitch, I can feel it. Brad better fucking hug me.
I'm going to eat some more cake and probably call my mother. She's been calling off and on all day and I keep missing her calls. It isn't like I would be ignoring her on purpose or anything. Nooo, I wouldn't do anything like that.
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[04 Jun 2010|09:26am] |
It's June and I have some sort of cold.. situation. I don't know if it's a cold or allergies or some sort of sinus disaster. Whatever it is has temporarily turned me into a whiny mouth-breather and I don't like it. I also have this phlegmy cough that popped up out of nowhere on Sunday. My body is currently a hot mess, even though I'm sitting in my office. I'm only at work on the off-chance that, if run down with the plague, I won't be allowed to attend the wedding if I take time off. Even though I've only taken a grand total of six or seven days off since I started here, contrary to what anyone has said.. not counting the poison ivy incident, as Brad was the one who said not to come to work. I feel like shit, though, and I probably look it, too. No need to point it out.
My boyfriend wants me to move in with him. I haven't said no, exactly, but I haven't said yes. In fact, I've made up every excuse not to move in with him. It isn't that I don't feel strongly about him or like the idea of living with him. My biggest hangup is Brad, honestly. Part of me doesn't want to leave him. That sounds retarded, but it's the truth. I like living with him. We've lived together nearly two years, which is the longest I've lived with anyone who wasn't immediate family or a college roommate. I'm attached to him. How do I tell my boyfriend that without it sounding wrong. Is there a way? I'm not even sure.
I'll give you five bucks and a muffin if you kill me.
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[19 Apr 2010|09:10pm] |
I want the heat wave back. What happened to the 70-degree temperatures? I don't like this low to mid forties crap at night. I know we live in New York and it's going to be slightly colder here than some of our neighbors west of us, but damn. It's the third week of April. I was excited to be pulling out my warm weather clothes, but mother nature bitch slapped me back into place.
I'm watching Dancing with the Stars because I don't watch 24. This show is so damn stupid. I'd attempt to see what is on the History channel, but I lost the remote control. This sucks. I don't even know who most of these people are. I don't know if I should be proud or ashamed of that.
I just realized that I hit the two-year mark here at Spent last week. Two years and I haven't quit or had a complete nervous breakdown, though I've come close a couple times. I think that calls for a celebration. Is the second anniversary when I get the complimentary psychiatric evaluation and straitjacket?
I want to make cheesecake brownies, randomly. If I made them and brought in the leftovers, would anyone eat them? Besides TJ, I mean. He'll eat anything.
Edit: Russell Crowe isn't aging well, but I'd really like to see Robin Hood.
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[30 Mar 2010|10:25pm] |
It's about time I update this thing, I think. I'm not sure what to update about. Let's see..
My boyfriend adopted a ridiculously cute dog a while back in an attempt to force me to spend more time at his place. He thinks I don't realize the plan, but I do. I just don't say anything because Mars is adorable and hasn't pissed on any of my stuff. I try to spend two days at home for every one I spend at his. I have my own place.. and I like it. Okay, so it's Brad's parents' place but I've been there for a long time. It's home-y.
I'm overjoyed that Brad is working with us again. As previous updates have expressed, I missed having him around the office. It might seem weird to have your roommate be your boss, but it's worked for us in the past. It helps that he's the boss at home, too. He knows how to crack the whip. Er, that sounds wrong. Whatever.
Easter is on Sunday and I have no idea what my plans are. I haven't really thought about it. My parents usually fly in for Easter, but they're going to wait until next weekend since the flights are cheaper. Usually I dread them showing up, but I don't mind it so much right now. It might be nice to see them. Then again, I might freak out next week once I realize how annoying my mother can be about certain things.
Also, company retreat time is just around the corner again. I love the retreat. It's nice to get out of the city, even if we have to do a bunch of teamwork exercises and stuff. I'd like to go bungee jumping again. I don't really have an excuse to do it outside of the retreat.
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[23 Feb 2010|09:48pm] |
I don't know why I watch American Idol. I think it was some lame attempt to distract me from the Winter Olympics. I have a hard-on for Bode Miller and a few Canadian hockey players. It'll go away once the Olympics are over, but until then I need to keep it in my pants and resist the urge to cash in my miles for a ticket to Vancouver. I'd also have a dirty lesbian experience with one of the US women's snowboarding team. Or Torah Bright. I think I'm officially an Olympics slut. I don't know if that's better or worse than a real slut.
Has anyone else seen this commercial? I love it. I don't really know why. It just cracks me up. It helps that the guy is kind of hot. I wonder how much Old Spice has been moved since the commercial premiered on Superbowl Sunday. What's your favorite commercial?
Oh, I was originally talking about American Idol. It sucks this season without Paula's drunken shenanigans. I miss her. Ellen just doesn't compare. And I don't like Simon's haircut. It depresses me. While I'm on hair, what the hell is wrong with Ryan Seacrest? I give up on Idol watching.
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| Avocados? You can shove them up your ass as well. |
[09 Jan 2010|08:53am] |
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I could break down my Christmas for all of you, but it's been a few weeks and does anyone really care what I did for Christmas? I went home to Seattle and spent it with my folks. Have you ever had a sixty-five year old Puerto Rican woman bitch at you for two days straight about why you haven't given her grandchildren yet? If not, you should. It's awesome. I almost broke down and called Lena, but I didn't. There's no use dragging innocent people into my mother's baby-crazy wrath.
New Years was much better. I partied with several midget strippers, doing lines of blow off of various surfaces over the course of the night. I can't remember who I kissed at midnight, but I wound up with a hickey on my neck at some point. I lost track of the night sometime after midnight and woke up in Jersey City to a pug licking my face, wearing a sequined thong that was two sizes too small (me, not the pug) and the number of someone named Francis written on my hand in permanent marker. There were no midgets to be found and I had to kindly excuse myself from the home in which I passed out, only to call Brad for a ride home, which was really the least embarrassing event of that twenty-four hour period.
My subject header is from this blog. Someone emailed me the link to it a couple days ago. I'm really glad that I don't talk in my sleep.
Micah, I tried. If this wasn't sufficient, then I give up.
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[11 Dec 2009|10:45pm] |
Anon posts, how I've missed you. Sure, they might be stupid but everyone needs an outlet for their passive aggression. I'm just sorry that I missed it. Seriously. The one fucking time I don't check the list and they have an anon post. Fuck you Katherine. Fuck you. I'm sorry that I don't contribute anything of interest, anon. I'll try to post nudes or something gross next time just for you. As for Owen Douglas, does anyone even care whether we've had sex or not? It's just sex, guys. You know, what you do when you pretend to be working? It's just like that but instead of using your hand, you're doing it with another person. It's not espionage.
Anyway, I had to take a bus to Jersey recently and I got lost at Port Authority. I've been living in this city for how long now? It was embarrassing, but it got me out of going to Jersey. Not that I dislike Jersey, but I didn't feel like going. I'm tired and not very interesting today. Sorry anons. I hope you can get over it.
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[29 Nov 2009|10:29pm] |
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I should've gone back to Seattle for Thanksgiving. Of course, hindsight is always 20/20. I'm going back for Christmas, which should be more fun than I can possibly stand. I called Lena up on Thursday. Last year I spent the holiday with her crazy family in Jersey. I was invited again this year, but I didn't feel like doing the whole crazy Cuban thing this year. Besides, I went out with one of her brothers a few times and forgot to call him back. That would've been awkward.
I stayed home and made myself dinner. I bought a couple of those tofurky feast things. They weren't horrible, though I like real turkey better. I also made six pumpkin pies. I'm sending a couple to a friend. I'm pretty sure I can send pie via FedEx. I hope so. It would be pretty messed up if it was mistaken for some sort of bomb. I like my prison free lifestyle.
I'm grasping for straws as to what to update about. So I'm going to swipe one of the HR questions that have been floating around. Why they put this one in the list, I'll never know. I wonder if they think a bunch of teenage girls work here. Then again, maybe they're not too far off. Slumber party anyone?
"Have you seen New Moon? If so, how do you think it compared to the book? Was it better or worse than Twilight?"
I saw the first twenty-five minutes of the film. I downloaded it, but then decided to watch The Proposal instead. Betty White is better than sparkly vampires anyway. I don't care if that Taylor kid is ripped or not. Rogert Ebert's review of the film cracked me up, though. I love him. Here is his review for Twilight, too.
Thanks, HR, for that little gem.
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| hindsight is always 20/20. damnit |
[09 Nov 2009|02:40am] |
I have come to the very real conclusion that I should've had sex with Brad Taylor when I started at Spent. Not because it would've advanced my career. No, I'm capable of doing that on my own. I walked in on him naked the other day, coming out of the shower. I can't even remember why I went in there, because my brain has been short circuited. All I can really say is... damn. I couldn't speak for a whole thirty or forty seconds. I could only stand there and stare. I guess you could call it awkward, but it didn't seem awkward. Maybe I was just in shock. Now I'm just ashamed that I never tried to tap that when we spent more time together. I can't do it now, since we're firmly in that housemate place and yeah. I'm just not going to go there.
Halloween was a good time had by me. I went to some party thrown by someone I may or may not have worked with in the past. Okay, I don't really know who was throwing the party, but it was still fun. I dressed up as a nun. I wish I had pictures. After a lot of dancing and a lot of alcohol, I stumbled home with someone claiming to be the Frog Prince. I didn't actually take him home with me. Come to find out, he only lives three blocks up. Even plastered, Mr. Prince was a gentleman. Or I really looked that menacing in a habit. Either way, I didn't get laid on Halloween. Yes, you really did need to know that.
I'm having a Gerard Butler illegally downloaded movie marathon right now. I've already watched Law Abiding Citizen (which is what started this. It's Nathan's fault for speaking highly of it in his last blog entry), The Ugly Truth and Butterfly on a Wheel. Next up is Gamer. I usually like action movies, so let's hope this one doesn't suck.
This entry had absolutely nothing to do with work. I don't feel badly about that at all.
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| pumpkins, pumpkins, pumpkins |
[22 Oct 2009|09:53pm] |
I carved pumpkins last night. I don't think Brad was too pleased by the fact that I started at nine o'clock at night, but I cleaned up after myself. I carved three, though I have a few more to do. I love that smell, that raw pumpkin smell. I also love the smell of decaying leaves after the rain. I love all those wet, earthy, autumn scents. This is one of my favorite times of year. I can't wait for the trick or treaters and the point where the weather finally changes permanently, causing me to wear scarves and heavy coats every day. I just really enjoy the season. I have no idea what I'm going to do as far as Halloween costumes go, but I'll think of something.
Work is going better than it has in a while. The temps have settled down a little, but they're still not as good as the real thing. It's kind of like having a substitute teacher for an extended period of time. It's fun at first, but after a while the novelty wears off. So how is everyone else holding up? Any funny temp stories floating around?
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| you may be a sinner but your innocence is mine |
[06 Oct 2009|12:45am] |
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I love slightly (or mostly) cheesy song lyrics. I also miss Brad telling lies spilling all my deep, dark, embarrassing secrets all over the journals. I miss a lot of people who've gone. I could make a laundry list, but no one really wants to read that.
I wish that my life was more exciting, but it really isn't. With there being a severe lack of people in the department, my days are filled with screwing with temps. Not screwing the temps, thanks. Though, I have to wonder how many temps on average have sex with the employees of whatever company they're working for. I wouldn't be able to begin to guess, but I'm sure there are a few jerks who fuck it up for everyone else. That's usually the case.
Anyway, I want to go on vacation as soon as it isn't temp-a-palooza in Marketing/Sales. I've taken a few days off total in the year and a half that I've worked here. I need a vacation. My vacation funds aren't very substantial, so I'll probably end up vacationing somewhere domestic.. or I'll just hold on to my money and treat going home to Seattle for Thanksgiving and Christmas as a 'vacation'. I don't think that really qualifies, but hey. I can pretend.
I need to call and harrass a few friends, but every time I remember to do it, it's too late in the night. I know a few of them are night owls, but I get awkward sometimes. What if they're getting laid? What if this is the one time that they go to bed before 4am? I don't want to wind up being that person. You know, the annoying one who seems to give no thought whatsoever as to other people's feelings. I don't know when I became so considerate.
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| it's just a place I'm looking for |
[20 Sep 2009|10:46pm] |
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I'm actually updating during normal human hours. Can I get a prize or something? No, really, can I? I'd be willing to accept someone's Hello Kitty pez dispenser, as long as it isn't a teal one. I already have that one.
I don't have a whole hell of a lot to talk about. My life is still as boring as it's ever been. I've been living with Brad for a year now. I kind of feel sorry for him, having had to put up with me at home and the office for a year. I've been thinking about buying him a present. Any suggestions?
Work is work. I'm currently the only one left in my department that isn't some sort of temp. This is really depressing. What's more depressing is that I'm working crazy hours. I wish I was getting home late due to some secret rendevous, but I'm not. I'm just up to my eyeballs in work. Have you ever dreamt that you were working? I had a dream like that last night. It was freaky.
I was sick last week, which sucked. I wore a mask at home and work to keep anyone from getting sick. I'm hoping it worked, because whatever this was - it was crazy. I haven't felt like that in years. It was crappy.
Umm, what else? Oh, my dad goes back to work tomorrow. He's excited. It's like a little kid on their first day of kindergarten. I just hope he takes it easy.
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| if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me |
[04 Sep 2009|04:23am] |
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I have to stop updating in the middle of the night. I can't seem to get comfortable. I'm either too hot or too cold. I can't find a damn happy medium. Instead, I started watching The Watcher on one of the movie channels. It's such a cheesy movie. I've never been the biggest Keanu Reeves fan; I watched it because of James Spader. Unfortunately, I had to stop watching it. Now I'm surfing the internet, listening to my ipod and eating a brownie. Yeah, that's healthy behavior.
I've been keeping tabs on my dad's Twitter lately. He had a mild heart attack a few days before my birthday. My mother decided not to tell me, so it wouldn't spoil my week. I'm not going to get into that aspect of it. Anyway, he has to chill out at home for another week or two until the doctor clears him for work. He registered a Twitter account for the sole reason of bitching about my mom while he's stuck at home. It's kind of hilarious. I'll probably fly back home at Thanksgiving or something. Right now, he's okay and I need to focus on work.
I sat in with Surrender while she did interviews the other day. That was an interesting experience. I won't say anything too negative, but I don't envy Suri's position right now. Hiring new people can't be easy. How did you do it for so long, Brad?
Okay, I dozed off for a while with this window open. I'm going to nap for a little while longer before heading into the office.
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| pajamas, parties and thank God it's Friday |
[21 Aug 2009|06:09am] |
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I seem to update this early in the mornings lately. That's what happens when I don't sleep. I'm awake. It's strange. I'm not any more interesting in the morning than I am in the afternoon or evening. I just remember to update it at random times.
I want to thank everyone who showed up at Lena's parents' to celebrate my birthday last Friday. I appreciate it a lot. It was a great party and it was nice to see you guys there. Thanks again. Lena did an awesome job with everything and I was definitely surprised. I loved it all. However, I'm really disappointed she didn't steal me a fur coat for my birthday. I mean, I turned thirty. That deserved a little mink surely.
I'm glad it's Friday. Thursdays always seem to crawl by. I'm still trying to decide what to wear to the party tonight. I'll decide when I leave work this afternoon. I like the idea of a pajama party, even though PR is purposely putting us in a situation where attractive people, alcohol, flimsy clothing and beds will collide. I'm bringing my camera.
Congratulations to Brad and Surrender on their recent promotions. They both deserve them. Unfortunately, this makes me the lone underling in the department right now. That can't be good. Not because I can't or won't do the work, but just because. I think we'll be all right, though. We'll have to see.
The greatest thing about their promotions is that Brad's office is on the opposite end of the hall as mine now. I can hypothetically stand in the doorway of my office and look down the hall into his. I don't know why I'd do this, but it's nice to know that I could if I needed to.
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[09 Aug 2009|05:57am] |
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It's 6am and I'm watching Atonement on HBO with Brad's cat because.. I don't know why. I guess it's because I woke up at 3:30am with my laptop overheating on the bed. I somehow fell asleep with it on. The last thing I remember is renewing my Netflicks.
I'm turning thirty in three days. The thing is, I don't feel thirty. Then again, I don't know what thirty is supposed to feel like, if anything. My parents were supposed to fly in on Friday, but my father is needed at the firm and my mother won't come without him. I'm not all that disappointed. I could use the break from my mother's "You're thirty, why aren't you married and giving me grandchildren?" lectures. Though, I expect her to call me at work on Wednesday. She'll probably cry, which is always awkward.
Speaking of awkward phone calls, a college acquaintance tracked me down this weekend. I haven't talked to her since we graduated from Penn State. I guess she's moving to New York and wants to 'reconnect'. I'm not really sure what that means, since we weren't that close in college. In fact, I didn't like her very much.
I don't talk about school very often, but I'm still working on my MBA. I should be done by now, but I took a little time off to focus on work. I'm picking things back up this fall. I don't know if I'm excited, but I'd really like to complete it already.
I think I'm going to go back to bed. It's Sunday and I need to catch up on the sleep I seem to be missing throughout the work week. I hope everyone is having a good weekend. See you all on Monday.
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[02 Aug 2009|08:22am] |
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I hate rental cars. Every time I've rented a car, I somehow get the one someone vomited in previously. This one is not an exception. It smells faintly of vomit underneath the thrity gallons of Fabreeze. That shit makes me sneeze. I'd rather deal with the vomit smell.
I miss Ethan. He promised to bring me postcards back, but I'm a horrible friend and can't remember when the hell he's supposed to get back. He could be back now for all I know. I just know that I miss him. Whine, bitch, whine.
Anyway, back to rental cars. I decided to get the hell out of the city for the weekend. I went camping. Don't laugh like that. I'm a very outdoorsy person, thank you very much. The poison ivy incident at last year's retreat was not my fault. Unfortunately, my being a friend of nature couldn't help whatever bug had crawled up fate's ass so ,after my tent caught fire, I wound up in a bed and breakfast. I'm supposed to drive back today.
I did a lot of wandering around this weekend. It did nothing to help me reconcile the whole reason why I ran away for the weekend to begin with, but at least I have a story to tell. And a rental car that smells of vomit.
My ribs are still sore. How long are these things supposed to take to heal?
( Locked to TJ )
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[21 Jul 2009|03:53pm] |
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I had to quit kickboxing. I wound up with three cracked ribs Thursday and decided that I really don't want to do it anymore. I suddenly found a reason to be grateful for not having sex in over five months. I don't have to worry about hurting myself accidentally before I heal. How's that for a silver lining? You may not have wanted to know that, but I read a lot of shit on these blogs that I'd rather not know about you people. You can deal with it.
I have a headache that could kill an elephant or six. I don't know where it came from. Most likely, it's a result of staring at computer screens for too long. Lunch today consisted of Doritos and fruit salad so I could use my lunch break for work. That's what happens when you have no life - you work too much. You also start talking to cats, but I haven't reached that point yet.
Edit: Thanks to whoever sent the Excedrin.
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| I'm using my lunch break to update. I'm awesome. |
[03 Jul 2009|12:42pm] |
Congratulations again to Joey and Gemma. The wedding was lovely and I'm glad to have been there to witness it. I only felt slightly like a single, unmarried loser ;)
Lena's birthday was two days ago. Brad already provided the highlights of her birthday dinner. Lena and I stayed the night at the Waldorf, since it was Lena's birthday present to herself, which was pretty fun. We did girly crap and watched a lot of television in our complementary bathrobes. At one point, we had chocolate face masks. They smelled awesome. Unfortunately, Lena licked my face while the mask was still on. According to her, it tasted like ass, cocoa and clay. The mask, not my face. I wouldn't know, because I was smart enough not to try to eat the mask. But all in all we had a pretty good time, I think.
I'm really glad that William is on board with us. Having another person in the department has made things a little easier, even if there's still more than enough work for all of us. At least it doesn't feel like we're drowning in work anymore. Well, not too much anyway.
Tomorrow's the fourth of July and I don't have any plans. Last year, Oliver hosted an awesome garden party complete with tacky hats. It was a good time. This year, I'm not sure. I may end up eating turkey dogs and try to find a good place to see fireworks. What are your guys' holiday plans?
I think I need to be less antisocial. Does anyone want to grab dinner and/or drinks tonight? Nothing fancy and it'll be on me. There has to be someone in the office willing to take a bullet.
( LOCKED TO ALL EMPLOYEES THAT AREN'T LENA BARROS )
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