My Random Blog

I have been so all-consumed with BlackBerry software, applications, graphic design and themes these days that I seem to have forgotten I even have a blog. I’ve joined a couple of online forums, and have been busy helping other forum users. Mostly with links to new operating systems, since posting them is a big no-no. I’ve always been a modder of Motorola and Nokia phones, so I’m quite new to this BlackBerry world. So far, me likey.

In addition the technical stuff, I have discovered ColorWare. While cruising around BB theme sites, I ran across NancyDrew BlackBerry Themes. (If you’re looking for themes for your BlackBerry, she’s a fucking genius.) She has a photo of her “PinkBerry” there, done by ColorWare, and I almost peed myself. She was even kind enough to answer some of my questions about it. I just don’t know how I’m going to live without my phone for the amount of time it will take them to paint it. I have discovered the crack of cell phones and I am addicted.

Moving on…

Saturday night at work was Saturday night at work. I was SO tired from having been there once already, early in the a.m., but I was actually let off about an hour early. Something that never happens on a weekend night. So, naturally, I had to take advantage.

I don’t know where I got the strength, but I met up with BFF and a few other girlfriends after work. I was still very tired, so I decided to mix my Tuaca with Red Bull. THAT handled my tired problem pretty efficiently. I remained awake and able to drink beer the rest of the night. A good idea at the time, but a bad idea on Sunday. Needless to say, I didn’t go anywhere yesterday. (I had the day off, thank God.)

I spent today (my usual day off) not doing all the shit I meant to do. Like laundry. Between my BlackBerry and my laptop, I’m shocked I managed to even feed myself.

I’m off to do more nerdy shit, then I’ll try to turn my brain down enough to sleep.

Peace, addiction and fun.

Last night my girl, Sly, was in a bartending competition. Of course I had to be there to support her- and my idea of supporting her was drinking my body weight in beer and whatever random shots she made up. (Some of those shots were gawd awful, by the way. Never mix gin and peach schnapps. Ever.) She tied for 1st with another girl and will have to do it all over again next week. I’ll be there for sure.

Since Sly and Vanilla Ice are good friends, he showed up there too. He was with some blond chick with tons of hair piled on her head. I was too drunk to notice anything else. I’m thinking he and I at least said hello to each other, but I’m not really sure. In any event, the jackass called me at 7:51 this morning. I really wish I knew what the hell was wrong with him, but I’m too hungover to call him and flip out. I’ll try to make a mental note to do it when I see him again. Evidently what the guy needs is a scene.

Oh yeah, and I took some photos last night and have uploaded them to my Flickr page.

Peace and friend support.

I don’t usually go out on Saturday nights, but last night at work was brutal and I needed a beer and a shot (or several). Luckily, BFF was available to join me. So late last night we headed to our local restaurant/bar and had at it. Several other friends joined us and we ended up having a lot of fun. Yay us.

I saw Vanilla Ice and Scrubs, but didn’t pay attention to either of them. Vanilla bailed as soon as I hit the patio, which I thought was interesting. I feel kind of bad about the way I treated Scrubs, being that he’s so ridiculously nice, but I wasn’t in the mood. He said hello as I was moving to another patio and I barely acknowledged him and kept walking. Rude. Oh well, I can’t blow butterflies up everyone’s ass all the time.

Surprisingly, Vanilla Ice thought booty calling me at 4 a.m. was a good idea. Luckily, I was super asleep and didn’t hear the call. When I woke up this morning, however, I promptly sent him a text telling him that his number was deleted and he should do the same with mine. He wasn’t pleased with that and called me immediately, but I sent him to voice mail. Then he started texting me asking why and what was wrong. I simply told him that my “booty call” days were over. Which isn’t exactly true, as I’m sure I’ll end up in the apartment of Stupid Cuteness again someday, but it’s true for him. He then insisted that being friends was a better option than mutual number deletion- so that’s where we left it. I don’t see the point, really, but evidently he has his reasons. If they include calling me at 4 a.m. again, he’s getting my foot up his ass.

Now I’m off to get ready for work. I’ll be heading out again tonight with BFF. Hopefully I’ll feel this good tomorrow, but somehow I doubt it.

Peace and adult beverages.

Today I feel like total and utter shit, but I don’t care because last night was fabulous.

I had some beers with friends, then came home like a good girl. Then Stupid Cuteness and I started a text-a-thon, which ended with me at his apartment. My squishy spot for him over-rode my otherwise questionable judgment. I suspect that will happen again in the future.

It’s unfortunate that he lives like a bachelor pig because his place ate my shirt. Then we couldn’t locate my shoes. I had to do the walk of shame, to my car this afternoon, in bare feet and a Hooters t-shirt. Classy. Hopefully his apartment will throw up soon and I can get my shit back. Last time, I left my socks there. They have never resurfaced.

The potential revival of Vanilla Ice was a bad idea and I’m keeping him in the past. I’ve deleted his number from my phone and that’s the end of that. Until the next time he gets my voice mail at 3 a.m., anyway. I’m sure eventually he will give up. I’m too over it to bother explaining things to him.

I wish Stupid Cuteness wasn’t such a flake, but at least he can distract me until someone comes along who is actually worth dating.

Peace and crushes that remain.

EDIT: I thought I’d take a pic of that classy shirt and post it. Sexy, right?

I gotta work soon, but wanted to throw a post up first. BFF gets cranky when she doesn’t have something to read.

Well I don’t think I’ll be hooking up with Scrubs again after all. I have recently discovered that a friend of mine likes him and, although she knows about us, I don’t think I want to continue to infringe on that. After all, I’m not going to “date” him or pursue a future with him, so I’m gonna bow out of that situation. Plus, it seems my options are wide open as of late.

I got a call from Stupid Cuteness the other night, late. I was asleep, so it was a missed call, but it’s good to know that he’s still around if I “need” him. I’m not sure how I feel about that, being that I really liked him and his flaky behavior frustrated me to death. Although I did enjoy our naked time, I still have a squishy spot for him and that’s dangerous for me. He’s proven to be the complete opposite of relationship material.

And I know that I swore off Vanilla Ice, but we talked for a while last night and I think he might deserve another shot. (I hate that he’s so cute.) We went through a kind of back-off phase after the Scrubs incident, but he’s been calling me more regularly lately. I think I might see him tonight after work, but I’m not sure yet. Hopefully BFF will be available after softball because I’d like to have a buffer.

Then there remains Future Doctor. We still text, exchange interesting photos and email each other every other day, but with him still out of state, I’m not exactly sitting around holding my breath and polishing my chastity belt.

Off to get ready for work now… And I think I’ll shave my legs again.

Peace and choices.

If it’s possible to die from a hangover then it will happen today. It doesn’t help that it’s a thousand degrees outside. Even my dogs look hungover.

Have you ever had Tuaca? Here’s the thing: I love to shoot it chilled. And I either consume it sparingly, or I drink it like I’m going down on a plane. Last night was not a “sparingly” night. Last night I was on a Cessna headed for a mountain.

I met up with my girl Becca after work and we were soon joined by several other girlfriends. Some of whom had been drinking since like 3 in the afternoon. I was in good company. We laughed, we drank and we laughed some more. Everything is funny when you’re drunk.

I ran into Scrubs and we bullshitted a little bit. Every time I see him I get flashbacks of our night together and I then have to get the hell away from him. I’m 85% sure that I’ll end up hooking up with him again at some point, though. I rarely deny myself good stuff in general, so I don’t see why I should put a ban on the goodness that is Scrubs. The guy’s got skills where it counts and I think I should benefit from that. Again. But for now, I’m behaving myself.

I never did make it home to hang out with my neighbor and his Cute Friend. I fully intended to, but I was having too much fun being out in the world. By the time I was done with that, it was very late and Neighbor was in bed. Maybe they’ll hang out again soon. I’m really hoping so.

I must go now and catch up on my blog reading, asprin taking and water drinking.

Peace and high quality H20.

Monday night was the celebration of BFF’s birthday. We did what we usually do, which is drink excessively and laugh our asses off. Since my new CrackBerry has a pretty nice camera attached to it, I was not shy about sticking it in everyone’s face and snapping photos. You can see them on my Flickr page.

Today (technically yesterday, but it’s still Tuesday for me as I haven’t been to bed yet) I felt like microwaved shit and had to go to work and deal with an unsuspecting public. If I waited on you tonight, my apologies.

Sly called me, just as I was leaving work, and told me to get my ass to the bar she was at. Hell no. I am too old to be partying multiple nights in a row and last night was night #2. I need to rehydrate and sleep.

On a random note… My next door neighbor and I have been getting friendly lately (not that kind of friendly, just hanging out and drinking beer). And the last few days I’ve noticed a friend of his over there that’s pretty cute. Cute Friend seems to think the same of me, as he makes a b-line for my garage the second I pull in.

Anyway, Neighbor invited me over when he gets back from Vegas (on Sunday) to try out his new kegerator. I said that perhaps I would. Cute Friend then said that “perhaps” wasn’t acceptable and he needed a definite “yes”. So I gave him one. Curious to see how Sunday goes…

I have got to get some sleep now. After I drink a gallon of water.

Peace and hydration.