My Random Blog

I was doing some catching up on the blogs I love to read and while over at Lady Banana’s blog, I found something silly, yet interesting to do. Turns out you can take a short little quiz and it’ll tell you what gender you are- on the inside.

Now, I know that I am not a “girly” girl. I never have been and I never will be. I like to dress nice (no dresses), carry a nice purse and wear make-up. However, I don’t spend much time on my hair (wash, blow dry, done), I swear a lot, drink beer a lot, I’m not a very touchy-feely person, nor do I like talking about “feelings” or having endless gab sessions with my girlfriends. That’s why they have other girlfriends. I love sports, video games and all things electronic. I hate shopping, shoes don’t make me swoon nor do I have an overstuffed closet full of things I don’t wear.

Knowing myself like I do, I was prepared for my inner gender to be predominately male; that’s who I am. My mom even refers to me as “the son she never had”- but only when she needs furniture/home gym equipment put together, which I’m good at doing. And, sure enough, my results were just what I thought they’d be: My inner gender is male. I thought it would be interesting to dissect the description of my maleness.

“You are rational, matter of fact, and quite dominant.” - This is true.

“You like to get things done, without any emotional messiness.” - Very, very true.

“You truly don’t understand most women. And you definitely feel more comfortable around men.” - Not exactly true. Although I don’t think that even God, Himself, understands most women, I understand the ones I surround myself with. Very well. I might not be all about my feelings, but I do have them, after all. As for being more comfortable around men- I’m equally comfortable with both sexes. I think it has to do with the whole “dominance” thing.

My results end with, “No doubt about it. You’re a guy - at least on the inside.” - Emotionally and mentally, to a certain extent, that makes sense. Physically- my uterus begs to differ.

If you’d like to check out YOUR inner gender, visit the Blogthings Inner Gender Quiz. You’re welcome, in advance, for the time that I helped you waste.

Peace and power tools.

It’s official: Three strikes and I’m out.

My third crush has already dissolved. *sigh* Isn’t that just my luck?

Turns out The Latest used to date (and screwed over) a friend of mine. I didn’t know about them until the day before yesterday, when her and I had a lengthy conversation. Immediately afterwards, I let him know that it wasn’t gonna happen. He understood. Most likely because he knows what an asshole he was to her, and that I now know it too. There are just too many guys in the world for me to need to recycle. Fortunately, I don’t mind… There are lots of other crushes to be had… And I intend to have them. Although my list of criteria is getting more and more interesting.

Today is my Friday and I plan to do what I usually do with my “Fridays”: Hang out with the people that make my world a better place, have a few beers, and laugh my ass off. I am very much looking forward to a night of mindless fun with the girls.

If your weekend has come to an end, I hope it was a good one.

Peace and guys who don’t suck.

I’m lame. Let me just preface all the ridiculousness that will follow, with that. I know it, you’ll soon know it. I’m ok with it.

MySpace. When I first created an account there- I was addicted to it. I had tons of “friends”, put my shit out there for the world to see and was pretty shameless about it’s use. Thankfully, the novelty of that wore off and I stopped the abuse. Now my profile exists as a way to stay connected to friends that have moved away. Phone calls, texts and emails are all fine and dandy, but they don’t compare to being able to hop over to someone’s life in the form of photos, blog posts, bulletins, etc. Thanks to MySpace, I knew Ally was coming to town this weekend and- although she actually calls me when she’s here- I was able to plan accordingly. Not a big deal, but handy.

My profile is private, and only people I actually know outside of the Internet, have access to it. I log in every so often to look at photos (and steal them if I’m in them- ha!) and read random bulletins and blog posts. I’m over MySpace. I get in, I snoop, I get out. (I still fill out surveys though- but that’s a whole other Oprah show.)

Now, I have discovered Facebook. I think it’s been around longer than the other, but I don’t really know because it’s new to ME. And here’s where my lameness is about to be even more obvious: I am addicted to it. I have actively pressured my friends to join it, be my friend on it and learn to Super Poke.

Super Poke! Soooo stupid, yet soooo fun. Ya see… There is regular ol’ poking (getting a member’s attention) and then there is SUPER Pokin’. That let’s you do all kinds of hilarious virtual things to your friends. Stupid things, yes. But funny nonetheless. My gay boyfriend and I spent WAY too much time online yesterday Super Pokin’ each other:

I spanked him, he threw a chocolate cake at me. I trout slapped him and he sucker punched me. Then I bit him. I’ve also thrown sheep, sent flowers, hugged, drunk-dialed, body-slammed and used The Force on various friends. I’m honestly not sure what I’m actually addicted to- Facebook itself, or Super Pokin’. Lame. I know. I told you.

If you’re feeling silly (or lame)… go there and be free.

And there’s my randomness for the day.

Peace and social ridiculousness.

Good God I’ve been active lately. Too active, almost. It’s a miracle I have clean clothes left and functioning kidneys. I am happy to report that I do. To both. But barely.

Being in a relationship with D. the last 5 1/2 years had made me kind of a homebody. We stayed in a lot more than we went out. Which was fine… all was comfy and routine. Then we broke up. And for some reason, that signaled to me the intense need to go out into the world as often as humanly possible. It helps that my bff is also single, and hates her roommates, so is therefore down to be out there with me every second we’re not at work.

What have I been doing? Having 5 1/2 years of single fun, in a much shorter time span: Cocktails, spending time with people who make me laugh, meeting new people and developing, and then retracting, various crushes.

The first crush, as you may remember, didn’t go well. He was absolutely fabulous when we weren’t dressed, but completely insane when we were. I have since changed my phone number and deleted my “social networking site” profile. Since doing those things, I have not heard from him- nor has my car suffered any more damage. My fingers remain crossed, and the police department on my speed dial.

The second crush I developed was, evidently, wrong from day one. He was a bartender (well, he still is) at one of my fave little watering holes. Having been a bartender for years, a lifetime ago, I should have known better. His cuteness got the better of me, however, and I didn’t listen to my better judgment. Alas, he turned out to be a total flake, and after a few weeks of being disappointed and frustrated, I grabbed my parachute and bailed. It all ended before it really even started, and now I’m both happy and sad that I didn’t get to see him naked. Oh well… You can’t see everyone naked, right?

So now there is a new person flying on my radar. At the risk of jinxing it by blogging about it, I’ll say that he’s very cute, and very nice and the crush is mutual. It’s all very high school right now. And I’m digging it for the time being. So far he doesn’t seem crazy or flaky- but they don’t wear signs now do they? At this point I’ll just be happy if he doesn’t break anything I paid thousands of dollars for.

Today I am off work and plan to do absolutely nothing. No restaurants, no bars, no beer or Dirty Porn Stars… Today I intend to eat my Easter chocolate, drink Jones cream soda (if you’ve never had Jones cream soda- you MUST) and sit on the couch until my ass falls apart. Oh happy day.

I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter holiday.

Peace and sugar.

Sunday night I meant to take it easy but, having barely anything to eat the entire day, that wasn’t successful. I woke up yesterday with wheat beer where my blood used to be and not feeling very spunky. Unfortunately for me, I had to go out and do it all again because it’s almost a crime not to on St. Patrick’s Day.

Oddly enough, it was last night that I ended up taking it easy. With drunk people all around me, I managed to pace myself and keep the shots to a minimum- which isn’t easy when you’re surrounded with friends who don’t know how hammered they are and who keep ordering shots. And while I did consume my share of Dirty Porn Stars (made with X Rated Vodka, citrus vodka and energy drink), by the end of the night, I was drinking water. Gratefully.

Today I’m recovering, trying really hard not to be sick, and blog hopping. Whilst over at Thinking Out Loud, I discovered that I had been given a Blogscar award! Yay me!

So I’d like to thank Natural Woman for bestowing my little blog with her one-of-a-kind award. It may not make my liver feel any less beaten down, but it makes me very happy.

And now, without further adieu… My Blogscar for your viewing pleasure. You may touch it if you wish, but make sure your hands are clean.

Peace, functioning kidneys and Blogscars.

Tonight at work was shitty. I didn’t make the money I usually do- but it’s cool; good days and bad days, blah, blah, blah.

I’m off the next TWO (count ‘em!) days and I’m going to have some fun. Sunday night I will hopefully take it a little easy since Monday is St. Patty’s. Monday I intend to drink my body weight in Irish Car Bombs and hope that when the cab driver asks me where I live, I’ll be able to tell him.

I’ll be back to blogging madness Tuesday- pounding head permitting.

Peace and

DrowseyMonkey tagged me for a meme that goes like this:

You have to find five things around your house that say something about the person you are and snap a picture of them. Then tell us about them.

Sounds easy enough. However, being the completely random, and eclectic, person I am- finding just 5 things was tricky. I took about 15 pictures, but managed to narrow it down to just 5. And now… Here’s a little about who I am in five photographs:

Now comes the part where I “tag” other bloggers to do this too. It’s completely optional, of course, so if ya wanna- please do. If not, no worries.

Barbara Gordon Photography

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Peace and contagious posts.