Reading a Book Taking a Dump, No Matter Why Aren't You Working?

Previously I've spoken of a co-worker who's always in the restroom. Today it's really annoying me. I went to the restroom this morning and she was in there. She quickly made her way out, only to pass me going back to the restroom, on my way back to my desk. As I passed her she said "going to try again"...UM WTF does that mean? If it means what I think it does then I could really care less. I thank you NOT to tell me that. 


A couple hours later, because I've been so busy today I've held my urge to pee, I go to the accounting lady's office to run some postage FOR bathroom lady! I pass bathroom lady as I'm on my way to accounting's office. I can only assume she's on her way to the restroom. So, as I'm running her mail I chat with accounting lady for a bit about how this woman is erking my nerves always in the restroom. Apparently she just sits in there and reads a book! AGAIN does she have nothing to do at WORK where she can sit in the restroom and read a book? I don't have that luxury. I'm busy! And she is sitting pretty in a nice office. 


When I was finished chatting with account lady, I was multi tasking running the mail, getting fedex envelopes for a bunch of fedex's I'm doing and I was going to run to the restroom. Don't get weird I don't take my mail or anything into the stall with me, that's gross. In the restroom I noticed bathroom girl in HER stall. Of course she was in there. In her stall with her, she had a bottle of water and a couple of small packages. I'm so annoyed today I wanted to throw something at her. 

My Journey's: Some Are Just Insignificant

I had a couple of dates that were pretty insignificant. Okc "C" took me to a Zac Brown concert. We had floor seats. It actually wasn't bad. It wasn't all that fun either. The chemistry just wasn't there and my back started killing me (because I was on my feet for way too long) so we cut the concert short. Too bad, I'd liked to stay had it been with someone I could relax with. And if we'd had seats. 


Then there was okc "B". We met at Grindhouse. The BEST hamburger I've ever had. And I'm really not one to go for hamburgers. The date was rather boring. I did most the talking and he just did a lot of staring. I tried so hard to make this date lively. They were even hosting trivia, which he opted not to play. So, I said, "well I guess we should go, if were not playing trivia what's the point in staying". He was really tall. 


Then I met a guy on one of our opposing teams in kickball. Another "real boy". "Z". He started talking to me at the after party. We'd had quite a few games of flip cup (lots of drinking). He was pretty hammered. Still, he mustard up the ability to get my number and when he said he was going to call me the next day he actually did. To both of our surprise. We'd scheduled to meet at a Tin Lizzies, it was packed so we moved to the Ivy (coincidentally I'd been wanting to try). When he walked up I thought, "Oh shit he's one of those" in his khaki shorts, white button up and boat shoes. The date went on and it was nice. I found out he was younger than my baby brother, which is typically NOT my dating criteria. I know it shouldn't matter, but I don't think there was any chemistry anyways. There were no attemps of further communication afterward. My team however loved to give me shit about him every time we saw his team. I never saw him at another game though. 

Today's Elevator Experience

Myself and another fellow get on at LL (that’s Lower Level). Two people get on at 1. Another person gets on at 4. 1 person from 1^st floor gets off at 5. Person who got on at 4 gets off at 6. Other person who got on at 1 gets off at 10. Fellow I was initially on with gets off at 11. Tara gets off at 12.

The best part about this elevator experience is, when person got on at 4 and pressed 6, the person who got on at 1 to get off at 5 said to him “Are the stairs working yet”. HAHAHA! Sorry if that was confusing. 


I've been doing A LOT of elevator riding lately. So the particular story above was just sitting in my "drafts". Last night's elevator experience was even more annoying. It's 5:00, time to get out of here. I get on the elevator, it stops at 10 and one person gets on. Easy enough, but then we continue to hit floors on the way down. UNTIL we get to floor 8 and I swear they we're playing "lets see how many people we can get on this elevator game". People would NOT stop piling in. I was thinking when is this going to end. Me being the FIRST person on the elevator was cramped in the back against a corner. 


I hate elevators. 

Is Facebook for Friend Finding, Networking or Online Dating?

It started off as finding old friends. Then networking. Now dating? I've been asked out, via facebook message, twice now. Both guys I'm friends with but can not remember them for the life of me. Since when has facebook been an online dating site? I mean as you all know I got nothing against dating sites, as I've been part of one for (a little) over 2 years now, but on facebook? I don't know if I can get behind this. 


One guy I let down gently. Regrettably later, he just would not get the hint and now I have an inbox full of odd to creepy messages. Ignoring him doesn't even do the trick, he continues to write me. Against majority of my friends advice, I have yet to delete and block him. Facebook love finder #2, I haven't replied to yet. I'm contemplating whether or not I should just ignore the whole thing. I respect the balls this guy has for reaching out, but I just CAN NOT. 


On another note, I think I have a date tomorrow night. Via okc, turns out we have a mutual friend and as you do I looked him up on fb. He seems alright so we'll see how it goes. 

My Journey's: It Hasn't All Been for Nothing

There was okc "J" okc "A" and okc "RY". Those I actually liked and enjoyed hanging out with. What happened is unimportant, it just didn't happen. "RY" has been the only person I didn't put an "okcupid" in front of in my phone. "A" turned out to be not what I expected, but for a quick minute I liked him. 


I also made at least one friend long the way. "T" was my first okc date. He took me to a super secret spot where you had to have a number to get in and you entered through an old time phone booth (Prohibition). Turned out it wasn't all that secret, but it was a good time. He went to bar tending school so he always knows a good drink. We still chat and get together from time to time. Last October we visited a creepy cemetery together. Thanks "T" for hiding behind trees to freak me out. Weird fact, his sister is married to one of my ex's best friends. Neither of us knew this until a couple months ago.


So, it really hasn't all been for nothing. Had some crazy stories. Met some interesting people. And made a friend or two along the way. Okc has been worth every last penny not spent on it. 

Elevator Rendezvous: Part II

OMG you guys, today when I went down to get the mail, off the elevator, I ran into a very attractive man. A plus, he was holding a motorcycle helmet. Never mind that it was yellow (the most retched color of all colors).

Anyways, I got the mail and when I came back he was walking towards me. He asked for my number so he could take me out on a date!

Then I woke up and realized I was day dreaming. 

My Journey's: If You Don't How Can Anyone Else?

This one was just sad in so many ways. For starters he winked at me. He was not in my filtered categories so a warning comes up to let me know. He is 25 and I tell okc that I'm not interested in anyone under 28. I shouldn't of responded but I guess I was suffering from the desper-ato's and he was cute looking. 

"M" got my number and wouldn't stop texting me. I'd had previous plans the night that he wanted to hang out so I suggested he meet me at the bar. After thinking about it he finally agreed. Honestly I could of cared less. I was with friends, but he finally showed up as I was at the Juke box. He stole one of my songs. We sat down and chatted for a bit. He'd asked me if I'd checked him out on fb. I had, but I didn't tell him that. He asked me if I noticed anything about his pictures. I'm like no not really. Then he tells me he has a son. Which is totally fine, but I think that's something that should be brought up BEFORE you agree to a date. So, he goes on and on and on about how "it" was a mistake and he doesn't get along with baby mamma. Well good to know thanks "M". We played some pool and by this time I was a bit drinkie so I didn't mind too much that he was all over me. I was with my sister so when she was ready to go I went. 

"M" really liked what he saw and wouldn't stop texting me. I'd come down with a bit of a common cold, so I wasn't able to do much. He was texting me asking me to come out to his neck of the woods (back ass of Roswell) for dinner. I said I couldn't because I was sick. He didn't care. If I couldn't go to him he wanted to come to me. To my place. And watch a movie. I wasn't into this idea. For one I was SICK! Two I just don't like the idea of dudes I don't know (nor care for) coming to my house. So, fine I agreed to go to (back ass) Roswell to meet him for dinner. After dinner he wanted to sit in the parking lot and chat, because he lives with mommy and daddy. Again one of those  and I really wasn't feeling all that good. I sat with him for a while on his truck. He kept trying to make out with me and I kept pushing him away. Eventually I did get out of there and didn't respond to any of his further texts or calls. I feel bad for ignoring him, but in the end he seemed like he didn't want his son and I thought that was sad. I don't want any baby mamma drama and he acted his age.

Wen for the Hair

Ever since last year’s football season my Uncle has been saying I need “Wen” for my hair. I had no idea what he was talking about. Wen? What is Wen? And why do I need it? Of course after my Uncle started giving me shit my dad starting giving me shit. As they do. Turns out my hair could see some better days.

I didn’t think much of this Wen product until last night when I was surfing my tv guide looking for something promising to watch. A Wen infomercial was on and I thought, “oh shit there really is a Wen”, so I watched it to see what it was all about. The infomercial made me what it of course.

Upon researching it more I came to the conclusion, that though I still wanted it, it’s a bit expensive. Plus who knows with these things you can only get online. The infomercial has the shampoo, a couple of hair products and a comb for $30. I don’t need all that crap, I just want the shampoo. Found some on Amazon along with different scents, for around $20. As well I found a cheaper knock off called Hair ONE. The reviews are good so I think I’ll try it at $11.

Thanks Uncle and Daddio, again, for being so brutally honest with me. 

It Seems Facebook Has A New Post'ie

Today when I checked my fb I noticed a new post'ie on the right hand side. It said "Today in 2010 you said" and it is below...


"Dr. Toothy McTootherson said my mouth looks great. Then he told me I owed him $200."


It all came back to me. I remember that visit and I remember being in my car disgusted that I just paid $200 for what the Dentist said, a great looking mouth. Oh the price we pay for "great".


That is all.   

Borrowing Shouldn't Be Called Borrowing If You Can't Bring It Back

Not only do I get the mail at work, I also send the mail. Put postage on it and such. There’s this one lady at work who rarely comes in but when she does she always has a crap load of foreign mail to send. She use to put them on my desk without sealing them first. So, I had to seal them. I told her it was easier if she sealed them herself because the machine doesn’t do it for her (and quite frankly neither do I).

It seems I’m the only person in the office with an envelope moistener. If you know me you know I hate to barrow out my things. Why? Because more than likely the person I’m letting “barrow” my stuff isn’t going to bring it back. Plus anything you could ever want is in the supply closet. Today this lady (seal em yourself) comes to me and asks me if I had an envelope moistener. I couldn’t lie because it’s in plain sight. So, of course I let her barrow it. That was 3 hours ago! I know that she’s going to come back around and give me her mail to send, but will she bring back my envelope moistener? I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. My guess is no and I’ll have to go to her desk and get it myself. 

My Journey's: The Guy Who Wouldn't Shut Up

Every time this guy wrote me a message, it was like a book. I should of known "C" liked to talk. He chose to meet at the Iberian Pig. I'd had a busy day the night of our date. I had a kickball game at 4 (I was playing for a different league and this league usually never started or ended on time) and then this date at 6. I was serialously rushed for time and got stuck in traffic. 


As we were walking towards each other I noticed something about him. Something that usually doesn't attract my interest...He was short. An extra added bonus, his hair was thinning. The date must go on however, so we walked to the restaurant with some casual chat and were seated. "C" must of thought of himself as some sort of wine, beer and food connoisseur because he would not shut up about the menu. Every time our waiter, who was very nice buy the way, came by "C" found it necessary to discuss with him his thoughts for about 20 minutes. No shit. At one point he wanted to order a tonic, so instead of just ordering it he had to discuss this with our waiter first. Our waiter had great things to say about the drink, but "C" is picky. He ordered it and complained about it afterwards to the waiter. Well you drank it "C"! Regardless our waiter doesn't care about your thoughts on the drink. It's a number one selling drink there. He also felt it necessary to talk about the beer selection not being good enough considering the Brick Store was across the way. 


Honestly I felt more like I was (and "C" was) on a date with the waiter. The guy just would not shut up. By the end of the, what seemed to be running on an on, date I'd had 2 glasses of very good wine, a bunch of food, and he'd had a glass of wine, (a disgusting) tonic, a beer and a (pink) martini. His favorite drink of the night? The martini. I wish that I had a picture of his face when he took that first sip. "Oh my god, oh my god, that is incredible". Please, it's a martini. 


The date came to a close and I decided to let him drop me off at my car. It wasn't that far but he insisted. He'd also made me a beer. Yep he makes his own beer. Too bad I left it in his car. I was actually excited about it. Still bringing a gift on a first date is weird to me. It's like making someone a mixed tape you don't know. You don't know me. You don't know what I'm going to like. Don't try to guess. Chances are it's going in the waste basket. 


After this date I went and met an old friend at my sisters bar. He brought his older brother and another friend. I enjoyed myself more with these guys. They're down country but at least they don't take themselves so seriously. Plus the friend he brought kept saying I was cute. It was freakishly too much, but it was still nice. 

Name the Sicko's Corey!

Corey Feldman talks about pedos being the number one probem in Hollywood for child actors. I'm with my favorite blog'ist Michael K. here, name the sicko's Corey! If you keep playing the "not naming names" game then they'll never be exposed for what they really are (pedophiles are number one on my shit list. Disgusting creatures). Thus continuing to go unpunished. 


Corey Haim is, and always will be, one of my heart throbs. I know he's seen better days, but still woulda "hit it" even after he went through hard times. It saddens me the world is without the Haim. 


Come out with it Feldman. I want to know who you are always speaking of. You've continuously defended Michael Jackson on this. So, who is it? 

One of My Pet Peeves

One of my biggest pet peeves at work is when people print things up and don’t come by to get them. One, why are you printing up something you don’t need? Two, why are you wasting all that paper?

Sometimes it’ll just be one or a couple of sheets, but sometimes (and this really gets me) whoever it is will print out pages upon pages. Like a book. Usually I’ll put the print outs to the side and hope that someone will come get them. This almost always never happens so, lately I’ve been tossing them in the recycle bin.

Get with the times people! You don’t have to print everything out. Save paper. Save the trees! If you don’t even care to come get your print out chances are you don’t need it printed out. 

Getting Ready for the Season

Browsing through some Halloween Costumes today I came across this gem Slaughter House Survivor. Survivor? Bitch has a knife through her head! 

My Journey's: Twofer It Was A Busy Couple Weeks for Me on Okc

I'd had it with not remembering these guys names (and dates) so decided to go back through my (detailed out) calendar to see if I could remember some. Turns out I had a very busy couple of weeks at the beginning of the year. 

First comes "R". There's really nothing to this date. The only thing that really stands out is as I was waiting on him to arrive, I couldn't remember his name. I think this was because he just had a weird name. Luckily I took him to my spot, The Mad I (hehehe), and got my server to pull a sly move: ID him when he ordered a beer and then said his name out loud for me to hear. 

Like I said the date wasn't that memorable. We sat at the bar and only had a few beers. It was pretty obvious from the beginning that neither one of us was into it. The only thing that I took from this date was, apparently there's a skate park near my house. 

It wasn't a week after I met "R" that I met previously discussed "B" (who actually turns out to be a "C") who took me to Karaoke. I'll never feel the same about Karaoke after him. Not really but it wasn't my finest couple of hours. 

The day after I met "B" (who is actually a "C") I met "J". We met at a coffee bar near his place. The reason it was near his place (not that I mind going out to them) is because he didn't drive. What is with these guys on okc that don't drive? He did ride a bicycle though. So, while he was cycling to the coffee bar I was driving to the coffee bar. The date was nice. He was really sweet and the conversation was just easy. We both loved Moral Oral. I don't meet a lot of people who like Moral Oral. He has a son. An adorable son that he, by all accounts seemed to be a good father to. I wasn't really into a relationship with him but still I agreed to a second date. 

This time I picked him up at the Marta Station near my house. We went to the Mad I. I'm starting to realize a really annoying pattern here...He had no problem telling me repeatably that he was hung over. That's nice and that's all good because I am not into continuing this on any further anyways. Nice guy, but not my type. Plus I don't think I'm ready for the whole kid thing. 

We kept up with the texts for a while, but tragedy struck and I had other things on my mind. Thus the end of "J". I did run into him in Little 5 while shopping with my sister a couple months later. He was with his son. I dipped out pretty quickly. I should of said hi. That was rude of me. 

Back to My Bad Obsession

Last year I read a book about a man who left Scientology. I've been against Scientology since I figured out what it was. I get on these kicks where I'll read something about it then I just can't stop. I get obsessed with it. 


So, my bestie sent me a text last night with a picture of a book called "Inside Scientology". She was asking if I'd read it. I haven't, but it's now in my wish list. Per researching the book I came across an interview with the author. She says something in her interview that I actually thought while reading "Blown for Good". In my own words: The "religion" itself was based on very good ideas, but Dave Miscavige has taken it to a new level. A level I can't get behind. In the author's words: Scientology will never evolve, they stay the same. So things won't get better. 


I can understand the appeal the "church" has. Life betterment. My grandmother's father was into Dianetics. It's not the idea that I am against, it's the treatment and the thought process of these "followers". If you tell me that you are the only person who can help if you drive by an accident on the road (because you're a scientologist) I think you're not only an idiot but an asshole. I'm quite sure Paramedics can beg to differ. Forced abortions, hard labor, little to no pay for a 16+ hour work day...The negative treatment is endless. This is not an "idea" or a "religion". This is abuse and a very sad excuse for "religion". Let us not forget where all of this comes from...Xenu. An alien came down to earth (Teegeeack) blew it up and next thing you know we're known as thetans (with negative thoughts in our heads). Is it just me or does it sound like L. Ron was high when he wrote this? 


Just another reason why I hate today's celebrities. Society gives them no sense of self and no consequences. I think they are easily influenced and drawn to Scientology for that very reason. I can't help but think these people are total idiots. It's really hard for me to sit down and watch a movie or a tv show with a scientologist in it. 


In conclusion that Dave Miscavige probably has the worst case of "little man complex" I have ever heard of. Not to mention he is drunk off power. Some of these people don't have a choice, but some do. Educate yourself people! 

Viewing The Little Mermaid As a Child vs. As an Adult

As a little girl The Little Mermaid was one of my favorite movies. I loved Ariel and how she combed her long beautiful red hair with a fork. Most importantly I loved her song, Part of Your World. To this day that song is on my playlist. 

As an adult I look at this movie, and hear that song, differently. It's still one of my favorites, but I have trouble with it's message. To me it seems it's gearing kids to not be excepting of their own life. Like, Ariel, wants nothing more but to be a human. So much that she's willing to give up her entire family and all she's ever known for some prince she's seen once. I mean I get it, it's a cartoon and she's a princess with a controlling protective king for a dad, but aren't we suppose to be teaching kids to be happy with themselves and not the other way around?

As a kid I wanted to be Ariel. Her hair was perfect always. She was a princess and her father was king of the sea. She had the most beautiful voice of all her sisters. She was the shit in my eyes. But she wanted to be me. If by me I mean that a hansom prince fell in love with me, then yeah me. Really she wanted to be human. By the end she got what she wanted and gave up her life as a mermaid. I struggle with this because my family and I are really close. I don't think I could give all that up.

The Point Behind the Railroad Background

I grew up across the street from Railroad tracks. The loud choo choo and shaking of the house was a regular occurrence that we were all use to. It was like we didn't even notice.


Something else that was regular for me growing up was to go to the tracks and place pennies on them. I guess back then my parents were none the wiser because even now, as an adult, if I speak of doing this my mom gets frantic. 


Not too far back my parents moved directly onto the train tracks. I mean there is a fence, but behind that is the track. I secretly wanted them to cut a hole in the fence so we could crawl through and visit child hood memories. Back in the day we'd have to cross the street, crawl up a bridge and through some shrub. A couple months ago there was a brush fire that took down most of my parents fence and back yard. It was a sad sight, but the train tracks were very visible. Right before they started to rebuild my dad and I walked the tracks and put some  pennies (one for each of us kiddos) on the tracks. It was nice. 


They didn't put the door to the tracks in the fence as I requested * sigh *

Tubin the Hooch

A friend, and or kickball buddy, had his bday celebration floating down the hooch. I’d been wanting to do this so when I was invited I was like HELL YES I’m in! The day of it was looking a bit gloomy. Other than the fact that it rained on us for the first hour and the water was FREEZING (most of our butts were numb within 2 minutes) it was a really nice trip. The water was actually really pretty, there was a nice fog over the water, we had beach bolls to play with (that we kept loosing. It became more of a game to retrieve the balls instead of keeping them in the air) and eventually we did get some sun. It was a lot of fun. Definitely something I would like to do again. 

My Journey’s: Enough Not to Renew

My sister was reading one of “My Journeys” last night. She read about one that I’d taken to the Meehans, when she told me that I brought so many dates up there that it was a constant joke between her and the other servers.

That brings me to another Match.com guy…Whom I took to Meehans. “M” had one picture up. And it was one of those where you really couldn’t tell if he was cute or not. Still I agreed to a date. We sat at the bar at the Meehans. Over a couple of beers he continued on about his job, he worked for himself where he produced energy saving products. As well he continued on and on about the end of the world and how he wanted to move to the country and build an under ground living area. I was invited…Um ok. Upon leaving he wouldn’t stop talking to me at my car. It was rather annoying for I was ready to go home. I think it was an hour before I finally got in my car and on my merry way.

I don’t like to talk about the end of times, but still he was decent enough (maybe it was the beers deciding) so I agreed to another date. For the second “date” he wanted to go to Dave & Busters. So, we did the thing where we each got a meal and we each got a $10 game card for a flat rate. When he got the bill he seemed annoyed it was so much. This annoyed me because he knew along how much it was going to be. All the same we enjoyed ourselves pretty well playing games. I kicked his butt in hoops (because I’m just that good at hoops) and he was sour about it. We cashed in our tickets and got some lame toys, which later I would throw away. Still it was a pretty good time. I try to make the most of any date. 

Again, time came to leave and he wanted to sit in the parking lot and chat for hours. I think it was 2 hours this time. I just wanted to get home. When I got home I got a text from “M”. He told me I was not to wear the shirt I was wearing around him again because it made him look at my boobs. Come again? This offended me. By this time I was done with him, but he kept on with the texts. Something about how he wanted to kiss me but was too chicken shit to do so, thank goodness! And how next time we needed to go somewhere closer to him. Well you’re the one who picked this place “M”. It wasn’t that close for me either.

For the next week the texts kept coming. I was doing a little of ignoring and being civil at the same time before I had to tell him that I was just not that interested and wished him luck. To which he replied with anger! He said something along the lines of me not being interested in a relationship right now but I still had my profile up. I didn’t have to dignify that shit with an answer, but I did by saying that I’d paid for my profile so of course it was up. Eventually I just stopped replying to his angry texts. I mean I’d only met the guy twice. And he was enough to turn me off from Match.com. When my subscription was up I didn’t renew. 

I Am Lost and Weird Without You Here

If you’re wondering why all the sudden I’ve been posting so much, it’s because I found out people are actually reading this thing. Some chose NOT to follow me (the nerve) but still people are reading this blog against my better judgment of telling them not to do so.

Either way, thanks to all my dear followers and readers. You make me proud. 

My Journey's: Paying the Tab Can Be an Awkward Situation...

This one comes from my days on Match.com. I am having another episode where I can't remember his name so we'll just not even mention a name. He was my very first online dating experience. Nothing really to write home about however, I still chose to write about it here on my ever so popular blog. 


I was attracted to him because the guy rode a motorcycle. Doesn't take much to hook my attention when you post a picture of yourself on a bike! So, we started to talk and eventually decided to meet. I was so nervous that I opted to have him meet me at the bar my sister was working at. Lame I know, but poppin my online dating cherry I didn't know what else to do. First, he got lost. Poor thing. Second, when he walked in the door he was short. If you know me you know I like em tall. But no matter I guess he was a bit taller than me. The date went ok. We talked over a couple of brews. Eventually time came to pay the tab and guess what? I paid it. Excuse is I was too quick to get the tab and I didn't want any awkward "no I'll pay...no I'll pay". All the same I paid. As you'll notice I give pretty much every one a chance and sometimes even a second. I think of these guys as "leads". So, I agreed to a second date. 


New at this thing I suggested the Mad I for our second date. As you do, I just feel more comfortable in my surroundings where I know people. My beff works there so needless to say we got hooked up big time. All our beers were free as well as my dinner. So, tell me why did this guy only tip my friend $2.00? I was so put out by this I ignored all future attempts of contact. Call me weird or whatever you want to, but I just think that's rude. The tab was $10.00. Sure maybe 15% on $10 is right around a $2.00 tip. However all he was charged for was his spaghetti. He drove a very nice car, had another nice car at home, has a bike, a good job and dressed well, but he can't tip more than $2.00 on a $10.00 tab that should be over $30? Something here just doesn't add up to me. 


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Status of My Online Dating Hiatus

Dating got a bit exhausting so I had to take a Hiatus. Still, however, I’ve been checking my inbox regularly to weed out the weirdos. Along with a couple of seemingly hopeful leads (I guess we all do get busy with you know “life”) I had a message from an old friend. It’s funny how many familiar faces I see on okc. People I’ve dated, whom I didn’t meet on okc, one of his best friends (which also turned out to be my recent ex’s new girlfriend’s ex. Strange), someone I got in a fight with at a bar (back in my hay day) and now friends from high school.

I guess he hasn’t been on for long, but he’s got the okc blues. I’ve been trying to give him some words of encouragement, but it’s hard when I’ve been where he’s at. I told another mutual friend of this and she said she’d had a crush on him back in the day. She’s married now, but all the same she told me I should go out with him. I never really thought of him like this and I doubt he thinks of me like this. He’s a nice guy. Attractive. Smart. Fun. More importantly he has a job. But I don’t really see myself dating him. In all honestly I like em tall and he’s just a bit on the short side.

I told him to take his time, dive in head first (I do refer to okc as a pool) and go to them. I do wish him luck. I guess it’s easy to get aggravated. I do. I just have to keep telling myself that there is a plan for me and it’ll happen when it happens. Look forward and not back. I’m just really inpatient and wish it were sooner than later ;)

I leave you with a blurb from my daily horoscope: “Keep in mind that there’s no right or wrong when connecting with your feelings, even if you think that you should keep your desires hidden. Instead of slipping into denial, just tone down your style a bit.”

The End. 

Yeah I’m Actually Watching Bad Girls Club: New Orleans

Initially I started watching the new Bad Girls Club for two reasons. One, my bestie would not stop texting me about the events going on in the very first episode. Two, when she mentioned it was in New Orleans and voodoo dolls were lead characters I thought, “I have to get on this”. So I recorded the first episodes re-run. I just knew I couldn’t watch an entire episode on live tv. Gotta be able to fast forward.

I thought it would be better to just list the text messages shared between my bestie and I last night as I was watching this episode. It starts off 17 days prior to the actual move in date of all 7 bad bitches. It’s been 17 days and these bitches are fighting to the blood already. On to the text messages:

Me: Just got back from kickball. I recorded bad girls club gonna watch it now.

Bestie: Hah awesome

Me: “My voodoo dawl”. Hahaha. You didn’t tell me it was life sized!

Bestie: Yeah! Hahahha

Me. Go go dancer…bitch yous a stripper

Bestie: No she’s not!

Me: You rock a stripper pole yous a stripper. Go go dancer, what?

Me: Is this really happening? The Les is mad that “human voodoo dawl lover”  met a guy at the bar? “You need to be with the family”. Bitch please

Bestie: I know, get over it!

Me: “The family the family” they are going at it already. I knew that voodoo dawl was gonna be the object of some drama

Bestie: It gets even worse!

Me: These bitches are crazy. One I don’t think anyone is jello of Juli. She says “voodoo dawl” and is carrying it around like it’s her best friend. It’s a life sized DOLL. Two I think I’ll like the Lessy and Pracilla, she’s got my shirt yo.

Bestie: I don’t hate anyone yet. Voodoo girl is nuts but she made me laugh.

Me: She said Pricilla was crazy for fighting the voodoo dawl (playfully) but she’s getting angry when Pricilla touches it. Yeah that makes sense. They put voodoo dolls in the toilet…not good.

Me: I’m glad production companies waste so much money putting these bitches in a nice ass place and supply them with food so they can ruin it.

Me: “She reminds me of my friends from back home. Back in Tuscaloosa a lot of my friends are black or whatever” hahaha! Dumb ass bitch.

Bestie: Hah yeah like wow you know black ppl, you down!

This was all in about 20 minutes time. The show continued on with a lot of bickering and light to not so light physical fighting. Resulted in 3 girls having to stay in a hotel (on the FIRST night) and Juli continuing to talk trash and ruin another girls bed. The bitch broke a glass and put it on this girls bed. I mean wow. She a bad ass bitch.

I’ll definitely keep up with the drama for the rest of the season. It’s in New Orleans! One of my favorite cities. And it involves voodoo “dawls”, fighting and lots of bickering. You really can’t go wrong. 

My Journey's: You Decide, Do You Think I Am High Maintenance?

I've spoken a good deal of my on going experiences with okc and numerous encounters (and or dates). I've also touched on how my dad is continuously calling me high maintenance. "My Journey's" are something that I enjoy writing about so here comes another one from the archives. 


This one is about a recent ending of a some what interesting fellow I met on okc. I DO remember his name, but if it's all the same to you we'll call him "A". From the very beginning I was enticed by his striking good looks. His pictures were easy on the eyes and he had a lip piercing that I thought was so hot. Our first date was amazing. It resulted in him asking me to be his Facebook friend. Just a word of advice, don't accept friendships on fb until things are official. Our second date was just as fun. He took me to see Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles at the theater up the street. I hadn't seen it since childhood. I thought this was so cool. Things seemed like they were finally working out for me on okc. A stroke of luck I thought I had, but It didn't last long. 


The point of this particular story is, "A" was kind of a train wreck. First he lived on his brother's couch. Not even with his parents which I've been known to let slide. But ON HIS BROTHER'S COUCH! He eventually did get his own place but still. Second he couldn't drive. I thought this was because of a condition. If by condition I thought 3 DUI's then I was right. Turns out he had a car, a nice car in fact, and he got mad when his step dad drove it around. Well that's what you get for being a dumb ass and getting 3 DUI's. This should of been a deal breaker. There are other things that came up while dating, but some things are not for this blog. 


"A" basically had no direction. He worked at a bar and late nights came with the territory. Which is fine I just can't hang like that. Not anymore. It became noticeable rather quickly that we didn't have as much in common as I thought. I guess I was drawn to him because of his looks and interest in cartoons (as I'm huge on cartoons). This will be a lesson to me for the future. It lasted for about a month and for the best it has been over for a while now. 

Get It Together Mail Man

Usually our mail man arrives around 11:30. So, by the time I go to get the mail at noon it's ready to go. Lately they've been off track. It seems they're coming later. I have co-workers asking me constantly "have you gotten the mail yet?". I'm trying! 


This causes many trips up and down the elevator, which you know I just love. Not only does this make for a long ride, but also an uncomfortable one. I have to make up ways to avoid from looking at the person(s) riding the elevator with me. Or looking at my self too much in the mirrors. Usually they'll get off at 4 or 5, but sometimes they don't get off until 10 or 11. This bothers me. I'm also lazy and don't like having to get up from my desk to keep going down 12 flights to get the mail. It's such a chore. 


I've been down to get the mail 3 times today. 3 times in 4 hours. Still no mail. So, I have to go again. Pray for me.