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.
Here’s the thing: I am FIERCELY loyal to my friends. I have been in physical fights for them, been there for them, nurtured them, bailed them out of jail, taken them out when they needed a good drunk, etc. I am a GREAT friend to have. I am the first to admit this because I have learned a LOT about friendship over the years and I’ve learned what it takes to be a great one. I’ve also learned what it takes to be a shitty one.
I have a shitty one in my midst. I’ve been friends with this chick for about 2 years now and we have several mutual friends. She happens to be a huge bitch. Normally, I don’t mind this quality- as “bitch” can take many forms- and most of them I’m ok with. However, talking shit like we’re in high school is not one of them. Anything you can’t say to ME should not be said. Especially to a third party. I adhere to this rule, therefore I expect that of my friends.
It has come to my attention that my (not cool) bitch friend has had a lot of shitty things to say about me, to another mutual friend. Normally, I would let this go as an immature friend that needs a good talking to. But I know this bitch, and she’s beyond “talking to”. I also know that the information I’ve been given is 100% accurate. (If I didn’t know that, this would not be an issue.) And I am pissed off. Finally. And I’ve called her out. Which means I’ve asked her to challenge me to my face. Normally I would call the “friend” and ask for an explanation, but since she thinks I’m “all talk”, I thought I’d allow her to prove that to me.
For the record: I do NOT advocate physical violence. I would much rather talk our shit out than fight. However, I have an EXCELLENT track record when it comes to beating a bitch down (I’ve only lost ONCE). I’ve been doing it since I was 14 years old and I have pretty much fucking MASTERED it. Just because I am pretty doesn’t mean I can’t kick your ass. Ask my mom. She hates that about me.
Peace and don’t make me hurt you. Unless you like that.
Since I’m off today, I decided to go out and abuse my liver LAST night. I worked, it sucked, then I went to bff’s work to have a beer and wait for her to get off work. Next stop: Fave Watering Hole. Woo Hoo!
We drank, we laughed, we played ridiculous music on the jukebox and laughed some more. This time I remembered to use the fabulous camera attached to my phone and took pics of the ridiculousness. Allow me to share a few of my favorites.
Oh yeah, and I totally hooked up with Vanilla Ice last night. I’m thinking that we’re gonna be friends with benefits. Which works for me, because I’d rather not keep hooking up with the ex. Now I don’t have to. Yay me.
Tonight I’m staying in, watching TV and re-hydrating. It’s 100 degrees outside and I have NO desire to be anywhere near that.
Peace and drunk bitches.
Just got home from work and thought I’d throw a post up.
The guy who fixed my mirror is officially out of the picture. I’m almost sure that blogging about a guy guarantees his immediate disappearance from my life, but I’ll keep doing it anyway. Although he was cute, and handy, he had dirty hands. They were also very rough. If I’m gonna get scratched when you touch me, you’d better be a chick with nails- not a guy with callouses. He also had a “white pride” tattoo that bothered me, although he swore it didn’t mean what I thought it meant. Um, ok.
I went out Friday night with my bff and proceeded to replace my blood with beer and Tuaca. I did meet another cute guy though. We hung out that night until the wee hours, we were gonna “hook up”, but didn’t. Thankfully. I saw him again Monday night. Still cute, but I kept getting this flashback of Vanilla Ice every time I looked at him. Although he does not share the weird hair that Mr. Ice did, or the ridiculous clothing, his face is very similar- especially his smile. Anyway, a few other friends showed up at Fave Watering Hole and everything else just kind of runs together. Not sure if I’ll see him again or not. Probably not, since I just mentioned him.
Anyhoo… I think I’ll be hanging out with bff after work tomorrow night. I won’t be taking shots, however, as that has been leaving me with nasty, unspeakable hangovers. Not to mention little missing patches of brain where memories should be. Monday night I thought it was a swell idea to mix every liquor known to man, as long as it had Red Bull in it. I do not recommend that.
I’m off to wash my towels now, as I’ve finally used them all and don’t want to have to shake myself dry like my dogs do. Maybe I’ll meet someone cute again tomorrow night. If I stick to my no-shots rule, perhaps I’ll remember him. Then I’ll blog about him, then I’ll never see him again.
Peace and guys who remind you of has beens.
Well, it appears that my unlucky man streak is still going strong. (High five!) Within hours of my last post, where I mentioned the cute guy who fixed my mirror, I got a text from my bff. Evidently she heard that Cute Guy is no good. She was told this by a male friend, who happened to be at Fave Watering Hole on Cinco de Drinko, and saw me hanging out with Cute Guy.
Bff’s friend said that Cute Guy is, “shady and bad news”. I told bff that I’d need more info. She got back to me, later, with more details from her friend: “he is a player big time and stabs people in the back a lot”. Um, alrighty then. So here’s what I’m doing with those little passed on treats:
First and foremost, I don’t take the word of others as gospel when it comes to forming opinions about people. There are always people who aren’t going to like you, for whatever reasons, and who will say bad things about you to others when given the chance; true or not. I don’t think it’s fair to judge people based solely on what someone else says about them. This isn’t high school and I don’t work that way; I form my own opinions based on my own experiences. (The ONLY exception to this is if a potential crush has dated a friend of mine. That’s a deal breaker, no matter what.)
Secondly, I’m not looking for true love here. I’m looking to have some fun with someone (cute) who doesn’t piss me off or get on my last nerve. Being that I’m more male than female minded, the possibility that he may be a “player” doesn’t faze me one bit. To me, dating is meant to be fun, not as a means to an end, and sex and love are two very different things.. I know, and appreciate, the difference.
Anyway, who knows if I’ll even see him again? I’m not worried about it. The good thing is that my luck is actually starting to make me laugh now. I’m just gonna keep going with the flow… Mr. Right Now is never far…
Peace and fun.
I am SO tired…
I got a call from the ex (D.) last night/this morning about 3:45 a.m. I came thisclose to not answering, but I thought something might be wrong, so I did. Turns out he needed a ride home from a bad situation he’d found himself in. He was far away from home, and me, and was with people who thought strippers and cocaine were fabulous ideas. Thankfully, that shit isn’t D’s style. So he told his companions that he was going outside to get some air, then left. But he didn’t have his car, so he was walking. He told me that he needed a ride, and didn’t know who else to call.
So I got out of bed, got dressed, and headed out to a nearby town to pick him up and take him home. It only took me about 20 minutes to get to him, and we talked on the phone as he walked down the street, until I got there. I was very glad that he called me when he needed me and that I was able to be there. I became very angry, however, when it occurred to me that not ONE of those losers he was with (his “friends”) had even bothered to try and call him to see where he was! Did they even know he was gone? Did they even care? It’s 4 in the morning, their drunk friend is WALKING home and no one even bothered to take a moment between coke lines to see if he was ok. I pretty much had a fit about that all the way to his house. If I went missing for even 5 minutes- my phone would be ringing ridiculously. Then again, my friends aren’t drug using fuck faces.
I got D. home safe, and came home to bed (about 5 a.m.). It seemed that D. learned a lesson last night and I seriously doubt he’ll allow himself to be in that position again. But if he ever is, he knows he can always call me- and I’ll be there. That’s the non-suck part of our break-up… We are still just a phone call away.
Peace and just say no.
My friend Julie’s boyfriend is starting some kind of clothing company (I think that’s what it is) called VADiO INC (lowercase “i” intended). He would like to make some stickers, but needed a graphic designer to make him some samples for ideas. Since I have a little experience in that area- Julie asked me to hook it up. He’s not looking for a logo, per se; just the name of the company- done in different ways.
Now I am pretty darned proficient at Paint Shop… It’s so easy a caveman could do it. I know the basics of Photoshop, but I’m no wizard. So today I set out to teach myself some nifty Photoshop text effects. Because I don’t know how to start at the beginning of anything- I went right to the hard (aka “Advanced”) stuff. That almost caused my brain to explode so I went to intermediate stuff and moved up from there. It was all worth it though because I learned a lot of new things today and learning is always a good thing. I’ve been at it all stinkin’ day and Julie got several emails worth of different samples. I’m glad she asked me to do this because I’ve been putting off falling in love with Photoshop for a while now and it was time. And now I am… In love with Photoshop.
Anyway- here are a few of the samples I made…
Since my brain was over saturated in text, layers, masks, etc. I decided to take a small break and tweak a photo of one of my best girls, Tasha. Guess which one she is! Ha ha (Also pictured: Stacy, me & above mentioned friend, Julie.)
Now I must go and sleep. Peace and Excedrin.
