10 posts from February 2008

Next month my rent will increase by about $600 a month.  That is a considerable sum.  I am trying to figure out how to make it happen as I am not ready to leave yet. I need another year here.

so I get feedback at 10 pm from the boss's boss on a presentation I have to do tomorrow and I'm all pissy about it.  I don't like the tone of the email...always so fucking condesending and uppity.  so now, here it is at 10.42pm and I'm trying to forget about it..

for unknown reasons my thoughts keep drifing to you today; perhaps its the weather- perhaps its a week long ingestion of NyQuil- but whatever it is- you are on my mind.

if we hadn't had the ending like we did in fact have- I would call or write you just to say hi and see how your life is.  no big thing for ex's to do after a year... so instead of normal people contact, i just spent the last 10 minutes blogstalking you and finding out about your life through the pieces you want to show the world. a well crafted, carefully chosen architected life. ho-hum.

 

today is the first day i feel something resembling human-like in the past 8 days.  i am not well enough to frolic but i did get dressed today- bra and everything. 

so yeah- big steps for me today.  it is getting ready to storm outside. i am excited about a big day of stormy mcStormyness.

I love my birthday and life seems really good lately...other than the fact that I have the flu and this horrible ouchy couch that really hurts.  technically, it's only been my birthday for an hour- but in that great hour, I received a hug, was told happy birthday and made an important decision to go to bed...unfortunately, having slept most of the day due to being sick, my internal body clock is a little off and hence I find myself up at 1am.  

here is a picture of some cupcakes that zoe and shea made for me (but mostly for them) with the neighbor today:

 

since i haven't posted photos in forever, i'd thought i'd get out of control with it today....

here i am, just getting home after two mojitos....

and then here I am again trying to take a pic..new mirror on the wall..the one the cute guy carried up...

and then here is my little sweet dog and her monkey toy= disgarded on the floor after many hours of fun.  it makes a loud jungle monkey squak for 15 seconds....

and no one to play with the lonely and sad monkey. oh no. poor sad monkey. he needs some friends.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can't use 3 of the letters in the left ottom row of a stardard qwrty keyoard.  i spilled an entire cup of coffee on my desk this morning.  I also cant use the top numers or the key pad on teh right...i am doomed today. doomed i tell you....

 

 

I just voted. I am so excited. Voting is so much fun.  civic duty. making my voice heard, count. a right to bitch if my selection doesn't make it.

I still don't understand why our voting technology is from the dark ages. Why didn't they check my identification?  I get carded and practically strip searched if I want to buy some Sudafed in this country, but I can just make up any name on their list and tell them I'm there to vote without so much as a piercing stare or skeptic look.  Seems like an election would be really easy to rig in this country.

 - but wait!  There are many things that have been created to help protect the inegrity of the voting process:

1. The Secrecy Sleeve (a giant folder to shove my ballot into from the booth to the box)

2. Voting By Mail (I have every faith that my ballot will reach its intended destination and that it will be dilligently recorded and counted.....8 weeks later)

3. The Oversized Paper Ballots (cause you wanted to try font size 87?)

4. The Undersized Voting Booths (no one can tell what I'm doing in these small open rickity tables with a menu on top)

5. The well secured Voting Boxes that store the ballots (these remind me of a high school election for student body president)

6. The check in validation process (thanks for checking identification)

Why are all of the ballots the size of Pee Wee Herman utensils?  remember the giant fork and spoon? la la la, I'm going to vote boys and girls.  It's voting for dummies.  Why is it so huge in person but if you vote by mail its normal size?  oh, i know! Because if the ballots were oversized and large, it would be much tougher to destroy count them.

I was reading yesterday how only the districts in california that have an odd number of delegates will end up really counting...all of the big cities have even numbers.  that's just great news media!  Way to inspire the masses to get out there and perform their civic duty....the day before the election, write a giant article explaining how their vote will not even count.  I'm ready to go back to a straight popular vote wins method. easy.

This year is exciting.  Lots of good nominees.  I will be pleased either way.  I am still crossing my fingers for my candidate. i cannot possibly blog about it after our government took all the engineering resources to create the secrecy sleeve.  it would diminish the sleeve's effort to protect my decision. :)

Dear Cute Boy at Z Gallerie,

Thank you so much for carrying up the mirror all the way to my apartment!  That was incredibly sweet and kind of you and I really appreciate it.  You were totally cute and wonderful in your transparent helpfullness and gentleness.  Your acknowledgement of my little girl and your comments about my cute little dog were really sweet.  I loved when you asked me for my phone number, even if it was just for the lamp I bought....I had secret wishes you would pilfer it and keep it for your own.  I probably should have invited you upstairs and inside but I am a big dope and didn't even take you up on it when you offered to carry it inside for me.  I hope you don't take that the wrong way, but you likely will..I am bad at flirting or showing any outward visable signs of my feelings and affections..i always wait for the guy to make the first move and even then most of the time i don't even realize that it is a 'move'. Anyway, you were really great and I wish I could have kept talking to you and hanging out.

I wonder what kind of music you are into?

Signed,

That cute interesting girl from the store that bought that mirror and that lamp and had a little dog and a little girl.