My Random Blog

• I just downloaded Yahoo! Messenger for my BlackBerry 8310 and it’s awesome. It wasn’t originally awesome, as it didn’t work with my device (thanks AT&T), but thanks to fabulous CrackBerry users, and my own nerd abilities, I managed to make it work flawlessly. I’ve been IMing with friends and family all day. I love, love, love my phone. (In case you were unaware.)

• Today I heard a couple of things that pissed me off. 

One was about a high school in Dos Palos, CA that punished a student for wearing an American Flag t-shirt to school. Evidently it violated the school’s dress code “…that’s designed to keep students from promoting specific races, cultures, or ethnicities.” Uh, excuse me? What fucking country does this kid live in? An American kid can’t wear an American shirt in America? Who do I slap first?

The school’s busted principal has since apologized and is planning to re-write the school’s dress code, which is lovely. However, how small does one’s brain need to be in order for this to have been an issue in the first place? And would this have been corrected had the media not gotten a hold of it? It’s OUR flag. Every American has the right to wave, salute or wear it as we see fit. The End.

In other anti-American news, basketball star Josh Howard has starred in his own idiotic video where, during The National Anthem, he states: “The Star-Spangled Banner’ is going on. I don’t celebrate this shit. I’m black.”

Are you fucking serious? Since when does ‘The Star-Spangled Banner‘ have anything to do with race? Newsflash Mr. Howard: You’re American. That’s YOUR anthem. Next time you have something brilliant to say, know what the hell you’re talking about and make some fucking sense. Dumb ass.

• I think I may need to find another bank. I’ve been with Washington Mutual forever but in these shit-hole stellar economic times, it appears that they are not in the best financial shape. I don’t want to change banks. But I would hate for them to close their branches in my city (like they’ve done in many) and be stuck without one. And since they aren’t confirming or denying anything right now- I’m worried. Which sucks. I have direct deposit with my employer, as well as auto pay set up with different companies and I don’t want to deal with changing all that over. I mostly don’t want to lose a great bank that I love.

Thank you, George W. Bush. You’ve done a fabulous fucking job with our economy. You rock.

Peace and cranky blogging.

A couple of days ago I ran across an old love letter from my first boyfriend. We were together in high school and a little bit after, when he was in the military. At some point life got in the way and we drifted apart.

First Boyfriend and I have remained in touch, sporadically, throughout the last 20 years. We haven’t been close, but he’s kept me posted on his career and basic life events. When I found that letter, I thought it would be fun to snap a picture of it and email it to him. 

Turns out F.B. was going to be in town just 48 hours after I sent the email to visit family who still live here and his brothers who don’t. We decided to have dinner and catch up, after he’d hung out with the fam for a while. 

I remember loving F.B. in that dramatic, all-consuming teenage girl way. I, of course, didn’t expect to feel like that again, but I did expect to enjoy his company.

I did not. 

My numero uno dislike about the human personality is arrogance. I simply can’t tolerate it. Maybe I’m too laid back. I don’t think of my life, or the people in it, in terms of who’s more educated, or makes more money, who is attractive or unattractive. That shit doesn’t matter to me. 

So when I find myself in the company of someone who can’t grasp that, I get away from them as fast as I can. Otherwise I end up unleashing verbal smack-downs and who needs that? 

So after F.B.’s insistence that he knew my friends (whom he’s never met) better than I, in terms of what they were capable of, and his “teaching” me endlessly about his iPhone (in spite of my having told him TWICE that I’ve already owned one), I had enough. I faked a headache and came home. If I never see him again- that will be too soon.

Peace and no more old flames.

God bless those we lost, and those they loved and left behind.

Peace.

I have some time before I get ready for work so I thought I’d throw a quick post up so my blog doesn’t think I don’t like it anymore.

It’s official: I’ll be getting a new place with my friend in November and we are both very excited. Now I just have to figure out who’s gonna help us move. If all else fails, New Roommate is freakishly strong- so that’s a bonus.

I talked to my ex, D. the other day. It was the first time we’d spoken in a few months. We talked about what’s been going on with us and I learned he’s moving in with the new girlfriend. I thought that news of that sort would sting, and it did a little, but not like I thought it would. He said that she makes him very happy, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that he still loves and misses me. I told him I was happy for him- I honestly am- and that I’d always love him too.

By the end my coversation with D., I’d gotten the closure I didn’t know I needed. Not closure on our friendship- that will always be- but on the us that will never be again.

I gotta go get ready for work now. Gotta make that money for the new place.

Peace and new adventures.

Last night was SO much fun. Went to see Sly at work and had a lot of fun with people who make me laugh. Tuesdays are even more fun now since her employer has added video games, a DJ and game tables. It’s now labeled as “College Night”, evidently.

I got to witness several rounds of Beer Pong. Two of my girlfriends were challenged to a game of this by a couple of guys. I don’t think I’ll ever play it myself, since it’s not the most sanitary drinking game there ever was. But It was fun to watch my friends get hammered relatively quickly. I guess if the goal is to get drunk fast and germs be damned… then Beer Pong is for you.

As usual, I took lots of photos. Unfortunately, I was as steady as a crackhead so most of them came out blurry and useless. The ones that survived my buzz made it onto my Flickr page.

Tonight I stay home like a good girl and waste time on the Internet. Perhaps I’ll feel creative later and will make a shitload more wallpapers for Zedge. Or not.

Off to Crackberry.com I go…

Peace and dirty drinking games.

I’ve never blogged about a comment before, but this one irritated me so much that I feel a need to address it. It was left in response to my post “The Date“. While I did respond to the comment with one of my own, I think I should set the record straight here and now. I would hate for anyone else to think I’m just another stupid woman in the world.

First, here’s the comment:

“During a particularly non-exciting part of Hancock, something started nagging at me… I just wasn’t feeling this. Not just the movie, but Hot Future Doctor. He’s attractive, he’s sweet, he’s funny, successful and he’s clearly driven. I’ve known him forever, I enjoy his company, we’re great friends and the sex has always been fantastic, but there’s something missing. For lack of a better word: Butterflies.”

Oh goodness….
i’m guessing that you will get the butterflies from someone who is a jerk, isn’t funny, has no job or works at 7-11 and has no drive or plan for his future….right?

Bah, females are so ass backwards…
You have the good guy there for the taking but always long for the POS that will treat you like what they are….a POS.

Se la vie…
Dm

Now let me make it perfectly clear that I am not “longing for” a Piece Of Shit. That’s fucking ridiculous and any woman who does that is a moron. Just because H.F.D. is an awesome guy doesn’t mean that I (or women in general) will automatically feel a connection with him. Chemistry is either there, or it isn’t. Period. And that in no way means that just because I’m not going to be with this good guy, that I’m going to be with an abusive asshole with no drive or plans for his future. There ARE other awesome guys in the world. I know this because I’ve loved a few… and someday I’ll love another one.

I think it’s sad that someone out there actually believes that just because a woman doesn’t snatch up any good guy she runs across, that she must be looking for an asshole to treat her like shit. That’s painfully ignorant. I know that there are women out there who DO pick assholes repeatedly, but I am not one of them. I value myself a hell of a lot more than that.

I’m sure you’re a nice person, “Dm”, but you are horribly misguided. I don’t know if you base your assumptions on someone who did you wrong, or other women in your life who have chosen bad men, but whatever is responsible for your belief system does not represent my entire gender. It sure as hell does not represent ME.

Peace and don’t be stupid.

It’s Wednesday and I don’t have a hangover. I thought I’d take a Tuesday off from Sex with Sly (it’s a shooter) and see what it’s like to not feel like ass in the middle of my week. I like it, but not enough to not do the usual next week. Or Saturday night, after work.

I’ve successfully been avoiding Hot Future Doctor. I don’t know how to tell him that I’m just not that into him. Honestly, I don’t feel like having “that talk”. I’m not really good with those. Luckily, he’s been keeping busy with other friends, and family. He’s leaving Sunday and I look forward to having our long-distance friendship back. It was awesome to see him but I’m over it now.

I think I’ll be getting a new roommate in a couple of months. A close girlfriend is looking to move out of where she is now and has asked me if I’d like to get a place with her. I think I would like to. She’s a very cool chick and we get along wonderfully, so if I was gonna live with a friend- it would be her. Looks like it’s gonna be. Think of all the money I’ll save by drinking at home!

In addition to life away from my computer, I’ve been hanging out at Crackberry.com more than I’d like to admit. It started with me and a friend not being able to add each other to our BB Messenger contacts, and sort of took on a life of it’s own. There are some very nice, helpful people there. If you have a Berry- I’m highly recommending checking it out. Just be warned it can become as addictive as a BlackBerry. But only if you’re a big fucking nerd like me.

I’m off to clean my room and do some laundry. I’m a pimp, I know.

Peace and life.