Dude, I am sooooo tired. All I want to do is take a nap (I just typed that as nape and as I was typing this parenthetical aside I made two other typos). Really. But the Friday report is not yet done. Because everyone I work with is a loser dumbass. ARGH.
Have I mentioned that I am tired?
The evil Muffy & Steph made me go out again last night. Well, it was Steph's birthday and he is an old man now (30!!!) and so I wanted to go out and celebrate with him. But it's more fun to say they dragged me. So... they dragged me to the St. Regis Hotel to the King Cole Bar were we soaked up the swank. My dinner consisted of scotch & sodas, wasabe peas and some nuts. Sadly I had my back to the bar but Muffy gave a rundown of the patrons. Lots of old fogies, some face lifts, a few folks without jackets and ties like our little Steph. And even a guy in 'ska wear' as Muffy put it. Heh.
Actually, I'm taking a survey of my wide readership (Muffy, Steph & my Mom, maybe PimpDaddy and Pumpkin and Turnip...): Am I mainstream and/or corporate? My little steward called me corporate the other day and Muffy called me mainstream this week and the Muppet agreed with her. I'm all insulted and stuff.
Anyway, the bar was lovely and the drinks were good and the company was awesome and Steph seemed happy with xBox and agreed to let me come over and pick up hookers on Grand Theft Auto so all in all it was an excellent evening.
I'm just tired now and wanting to go home and sleep for days. Hopefully within the next couple of hours. Most of the office has left for the long weekend and the early market close and all. But not me. Because of the aforementioned loser dumbasses.
Damn Friday report.
I am so tired I want to cry.
Thursday, April 08, 2004
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
Hair!
Happy Birthday, Steph!
I love my hair. I'm totally vain about it. I think I have awesome hair. The first computer password I ever used (I think) was hair. Seriously. Love my hair. I like the color and the fact that it's straight and all that. I look at myself in the mirror and the rest of me is all eh, but the hair, the hair is awesome. Well, the boobs are impressive too, but that's mostly for the sheer size. But, really, it's all about the hair for me.
I used to hate my hair. I guess it's all part of 'the teenage years' full of self-loathing and all. But I did hate it. I thought it was shit brown colored or too stringy or too boring. You actually can't do too much with it since it's rather straight and shiny and fine. I can't stick chopsticks in it or tie it in a big knot or anything. And perms don't take so well and dyes don't show and making my bangs big requires about two cans of Aqua Net a week. None of which bothers me now but did drive me crazy as a 15 year old in Louisiana. I tried dying it (but not stripping it or bleaching it). I tried perms and weird haircuts. I even had a feathery kinda almost mullet once. And yeah, I had feathered bangs for a brief time in the early 80s. I tried prayer. And then in late high school or so, I realized that my hair was healthy and pretty and awesome and I was just insane. And so, I began a love affair with my hair.
Yeah, I got my hair cut last night. :) And it was shaggy and not hanging properly and I needed to get it done. And if I trim off less than 1 1/2 - 2 inches it just gets shaggy again quickly and doesn't get rid of all the split ends and stuff. And it'll all grow back and then some before I need another trim. Still, I feel so sad and miss my hair now. It's not short, but it feels short. It currently hits the back of my bra and yet it feels like it's only shoulder length. And so, I am in mourning. For my hair.
Let's all have a moment of silence.
And now we will do the Steph Birthday Dance!
Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance. Steph!
I love my hair. I'm totally vain about it. I think I have awesome hair. The first computer password I ever used (I think) was hair. Seriously. Love my hair. I like the color and the fact that it's straight and all that. I look at myself in the mirror and the rest of me is all eh, but the hair, the hair is awesome. Well, the boobs are impressive too, but that's mostly for the sheer size. But, really, it's all about the hair for me.
I used to hate my hair. I guess it's all part of 'the teenage years' full of self-loathing and all. But I did hate it. I thought it was shit brown colored or too stringy or too boring. You actually can't do too much with it since it's rather straight and shiny and fine. I can't stick chopsticks in it or tie it in a big knot or anything. And perms don't take so well and dyes don't show and making my bangs big requires about two cans of Aqua Net a week. None of which bothers me now but did drive me crazy as a 15 year old in Louisiana. I tried dying it (but not stripping it or bleaching it). I tried perms and weird haircuts. I even had a feathery kinda almost mullet once. And yeah, I had feathered bangs for a brief time in the early 80s. I tried prayer. And then in late high school or so, I realized that my hair was healthy and pretty and awesome and I was just insane. And so, I began a love affair with my hair.
Yeah, I got my hair cut last night. :) And it was shaggy and not hanging properly and I needed to get it done. And if I trim off less than 1 1/2 - 2 inches it just gets shaggy again quickly and doesn't get rid of all the split ends and stuff. And it'll all grow back and then some before I need another trim. Still, I feel so sad and miss my hair now. It's not short, but it feels short. It currently hits the back of my bra and yet it feels like it's only shoulder length. And so, I am in mourning. For my hair.
Let's all have a moment of silence.
And now we will do the Steph Birthday Dance!
Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance. Steph!
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
Still punchy without sleep
Work has been busy and thus has been interfering with my ability to write here. Most upsetting. I think I shall have to speak to my evil boss about this. Heh.
Actually, work has suddenly become just a little bit nicer. Rock Star Fran is back. Yay! She's back as a temp for the next 10 months or so and now I can see her practically every day. Back when she and Buzz both still worked here it was great. I'd see at least one of them for lunch or coffee or something every day. We'd email and chat more. It was awesome. And then Buzz left for Film School and Rock Star Fran got screwed in the layoffs and I was left all alone. After that we'd have to try and squeeze each other into busy schedules and suddenly I was only seeing them about once every 2-3 months. So we went from knowing what was going on daily in each other's lives to having to play catch up whenever we could. I still have to do that with Buzz, but at least now I can have some serious Rock Star Fran time.
Mom is thrilled as well because I think she likes Rock Star Fran more than she likes me. Maybe not. Though I don't know. Mom probably always wanted a Rock Star for a daughter.
I'm getting all psyched for Birthday Week these days. And it's only April. I'm so sad. Or not. It is the big 3-0 and all. It's going to be from June 11 - 20 so y'all mark your calendars. The big house party will be on the 19th and I'm hoping it'll all be a blast. I'm pondering activities now and so far have been thinking of a Skating Party, a Botanical Garden trip, the Big Backyard Party, maybe a night of Bowling, if I time it right maybe one of the Monday night Bryant Park Movies, maybe a Bar Night if I can find one that amuses me... any other suggestions?
Anyway, back to work. I have to get things wrapped up so I can sneak out early and blow off class to get my hair cut and run some errands. Totally have the shaggy thing going now and we cannot have that for Easter Weekend. So sirree bob. Sirree? I don't know. Whatever.
Actually, work has suddenly become just a little bit nicer. Rock Star Fran is back. Yay! She's back as a temp for the next 10 months or so and now I can see her practically every day. Back when she and Buzz both still worked here it was great. I'd see at least one of them for lunch or coffee or something every day. We'd email and chat more. It was awesome. And then Buzz left for Film School and Rock Star Fran got screwed in the layoffs and I was left all alone. After that we'd have to try and squeeze each other into busy schedules and suddenly I was only seeing them about once every 2-3 months. So we went from knowing what was going on daily in each other's lives to having to play catch up whenever we could. I still have to do that with Buzz, but at least now I can have some serious Rock Star Fran time.
Mom is thrilled as well because I think she likes Rock Star Fran more than she likes me. Maybe not. Though I don't know. Mom probably always wanted a Rock Star for a daughter.
I'm getting all psyched for Birthday Week these days. And it's only April. I'm so sad. Or not. It is the big 3-0 and all. It's going to be from June 11 - 20 so y'all mark your calendars. The big house party will be on the 19th and I'm hoping it'll all be a blast. I'm pondering activities now and so far have been thinking of a Skating Party, a Botanical Garden trip, the Big Backyard Party, maybe a night of Bowling, if I time it right maybe one of the Monday night Bryant Park Movies, maybe a Bar Night if I can find one that amuses me... any other suggestions?
Anyway, back to work. I have to get things wrapped up so I can sneak out early and blow off class to get my hair cut and run some errands. Totally have the shaggy thing going now and we cannot have that for Easter Weekend. So sirree bob. Sirree? I don't know. Whatever.
Monday, April 05, 2004
Tired Writings of a Crazy Lady
I've been playing with Friendster all morning. I have no idea why. I really don't understand the use of Friendster. I just felt like trolling through some of my friends seeing if I can add more people and get my numbers up. Because, Mom, LIFE IS A COMPETITION!!!!! Mom is on Friendster, y'all. Sign her up on your list today! I think it's Turnip's fault. She made me look at Friendster last week and so I was checking it out again. Everyone has more friends than I do. I'm not popular. Alas.
I'm totally punchy today. Exhausted. Last week was a busy one and then I couldn't sleep last night. Well, I couldn't sleep for any length of time last night. Lots of weird dreams and waking up in the middle of the night and stuff. Weird dreams about television shows and things. But combined. Like Ted from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy was helping solve crimes on something like Alias or Law & Order. And then there was another dream with combined TV shows that I can't remember. I even remember laying awake last night thinking that these were so odd and I had to remember them. Ah well. I've often wanted to be one of those people who keeps a dream journal by the bed as I have awesome dreams. But I'm just not one of those people. Somehow I think we will all survive despite this.
The weekend was excellent. Friday night I managed to survive class. It was an easy one as the interschool competition was Saturday. Everyone was taking it easy so they could kick butt the next day. Hopefully they'll take it easy today too because they'll be so tired or something. I'm too tired to not take it easy in class. Hopefully I won't cry. Um... anyway. After class I went to Grace to drink and be merry and take photos. Like the dumbass I am, I AGAIN skipped the rehydrating after class portion of the evening and went straight to the alcohol. This is the third time I've done this and this is the third time I've woken up the next morning with a raging headache. Total dumbass. All I need to do is have a couple of glasses of water first. Let's see if I can avoid doing this a FOURTH time. But the drinking and all was fun. Muffy got totally smashed. She is the cutest drunk in the world next to Buzz's boyfriend, Chuck. Anyway, Muffy was drunk and adorable and Turnip's friends are really nice and friendly and her bartender buddy makes nice drinks and cheese fries rule so it was a lovely evening. And we even stayed out past 1AM so I don't feel as old as I do when hanging out with Muffy & Steph normally. Heh.
Saturday Turnip and I headed up to the Upper West Side for brunch with Meat Boy and his lovely wife. She hadn't seen him in about four years so it was nice to catch up. I'm not really sure why we went all the way up there for brunch. I think it seemed like a good idea at the time. Turnip did want H&H Bagels to take home and popovers at Popover Cafe so I guess that was why. Plus Meat Boy lives right up there. But getting up at 8:45 on Saturday SUCKED. Still, bagels and popovers are awesome. As is Meat Boy. He lives in Manhattan and yet I only see him every few months when a mutual friend comes to town. We gotta work on that. Still, it was the Upper West Side. All the WASPs with the baby carriages and the children and the UWS of it all. It gives me hives. HIVES.
Then the subway system decided to act up which thwarted our attempt to go to Toys in Babeland and then got us stuck on the subway forever. Bad, bad MTA. So we got home in time to sit on the couch and make sad tired noises for 15 minutes before Turnip had to head to Penn Station. And I had to run errands for Steph's surprise b-day party. I had to get napkins and plates and forks and things and pick up my mail and such. Then home to shower and dress and get everything together. I managed to sneak in a 2 second nap which was awesome, but not long enough.
Then Big D came over for dinner and got dragged all around Brooklyn for his troubles. We had to get the cake that Muffy ordered and then we tried to head toward one store that I somehow misplaced in my mind with the fatigue. Then I realized I forgot the card that Muffy made and which was too awesome to ignore so we had to go back and get that. Then we managed to finally grab some dinner before heading to Vegas (the bar not the home of my stripper fake boyfriend) where we waited for the posse to show. It appears Steph was somewhat surprised and he seemed to enjoy himself, I think. There was pool and Erotic Photo Hunt (a wonder that Buzz & Chuck introduced me to) and cake and a drink that goes well with cake and Big D and Taylor and Charlotte & Watts and PimpDaddy and Muffy & Steph... So it was awesome. And one of the bartenders even offered to throw down with me. We had it all planned out so that we would break lots of glasses and then one of the tables we didn't like. He even said he'd claim he started it so that I wouldn't be banned from the bar forever. So that was very nice of him. Then everyone fled and Muffy & Steph & I went for dinner food so we could be awake to watch 2AM become 3AM instantly. So upsetting.
Then yesterday I was a sloth, clearing TiVo and loafing. Because what else could I do?
Y'all don't comment in here nearly enough. Just so you know.
I'm totally punchy today. Exhausted. Last week was a busy one and then I couldn't sleep last night. Well, I couldn't sleep for any length of time last night. Lots of weird dreams and waking up in the middle of the night and stuff. Weird dreams about television shows and things. But combined. Like Ted from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy was helping solve crimes on something like Alias or Law & Order. And then there was another dream with combined TV shows that I can't remember. I even remember laying awake last night thinking that these were so odd and I had to remember them. Ah well. I've often wanted to be one of those people who keeps a dream journal by the bed as I have awesome dreams. But I'm just not one of those people. Somehow I think we will all survive despite this.
The weekend was excellent. Friday night I managed to survive class. It was an easy one as the interschool competition was Saturday. Everyone was taking it easy so they could kick butt the next day. Hopefully they'll take it easy today too because they'll be so tired or something. I'm too tired to not take it easy in class. Hopefully I won't cry. Um... anyway. After class I went to Grace to drink and be merry and take photos. Like the dumbass I am, I AGAIN skipped the rehydrating after class portion of the evening and went straight to the alcohol. This is the third time I've done this and this is the third time I've woken up the next morning with a raging headache. Total dumbass. All I need to do is have a couple of glasses of water first. Let's see if I can avoid doing this a FOURTH time. But the drinking and all was fun. Muffy got totally smashed. She is the cutest drunk in the world next to Buzz's boyfriend, Chuck. Anyway, Muffy was drunk and adorable and Turnip's friends are really nice and friendly and her bartender buddy makes nice drinks and cheese fries rule so it was a lovely evening. And we even stayed out past 1AM so I don't feel as old as I do when hanging out with Muffy & Steph normally. Heh.
Saturday Turnip and I headed up to the Upper West Side for brunch with Meat Boy and his lovely wife. She hadn't seen him in about four years so it was nice to catch up. I'm not really sure why we went all the way up there for brunch. I think it seemed like a good idea at the time. Turnip did want H&H Bagels to take home and popovers at Popover Cafe so I guess that was why. Plus Meat Boy lives right up there. But getting up at 8:45 on Saturday SUCKED. Still, bagels and popovers are awesome. As is Meat Boy. He lives in Manhattan and yet I only see him every few months when a mutual friend comes to town. We gotta work on that. Still, it was the Upper West Side. All the WASPs with the baby carriages and the children and the UWS of it all. It gives me hives. HIVES.
Then the subway system decided to act up which thwarted our attempt to go to Toys in Babeland and then got us stuck on the subway forever. Bad, bad MTA. So we got home in time to sit on the couch and make sad tired noises for 15 minutes before Turnip had to head to Penn Station. And I had to run errands for Steph's surprise b-day party. I had to get napkins and plates and forks and things and pick up my mail and such. Then home to shower and dress and get everything together. I managed to sneak in a 2 second nap which was awesome, but not long enough.
Then Big D came over for dinner and got dragged all around Brooklyn for his troubles. We had to get the cake that Muffy ordered and then we tried to head toward one store that I somehow misplaced in my mind with the fatigue. Then I realized I forgot the card that Muffy made and which was too awesome to ignore so we had to go back and get that. Then we managed to finally grab some dinner before heading to Vegas (the bar not the home of my stripper fake boyfriend) where we waited for the posse to show. It appears Steph was somewhat surprised and he seemed to enjoy himself, I think. There was pool and Erotic Photo Hunt (a wonder that Buzz & Chuck introduced me to) and cake and a drink that goes well with cake and Big D and Taylor and Charlotte & Watts and PimpDaddy and Muffy & Steph... So it was awesome. And one of the bartenders even offered to throw down with me. We had it all planned out so that we would break lots of glasses and then one of the tables we didn't like. He even said he'd claim he started it so that I wouldn't be banned from the bar forever. So that was very nice of him. Then everyone fled and Muffy & Steph & I went for dinner food so we could be awake to watch 2AM become 3AM instantly. So upsetting.
Then yesterday I was a sloth, clearing TiVo and loafing. Because what else could I do?
Y'all don't comment in here nearly enough. Just so you know.
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