i don't like the person i am when i'm drunk
do you know why? i turn into a person i don't recognize; a person i can't describe.
i woke up this morning. one second, i'm still in shock.
i woke up this morning and turned the tv on.
it was on fox news. FOX NEWS!!
what was i doing? why would i watch that filth?
i'm just glad no one was around to see me hit my personal rock bottom.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
boring verging on the edge of obtrusive patheticness
that basically sums up my week in a whole - pretty lame.
i did go out on monday for some of the lovely kids graduating from emerson with their masters in business. and i do mean to call them kids considering the majority of them are younger than me and yet, sadly, about to lead much more exciting lives.
you don't believe me? par example - laura moving to germany to work for audi and mia's new job at warner bros. in L.A.
i know - the jobs are slightly sad, aren't they? losers.
i jest - i'm just bitter.
i'm pathetic and bitter.
anyhoo - i did have a lovely time. i got to talk about my two favorite subjects. broadway and sphincters. laura's brother received both topics quite well and had a few surprising experiences of his own to add. apparently he ended his personal embargo on cubans long before our own government will.
so that was my monday. since then i got nothing, nada. watched television, showered once.
oh - i almost forgot. i met barbara walters last night. i would like to jazz it up a bit but it was a book signing. i met julie andrews at one a month or so ago. very nice. i was by myself, we chatted, some would say a slight sexual tention even. and then we said our good-byes.
barbara was a little different. like a cattle call. before reaching her i had to give the book to someone else. they slide it in front of barbara. if you're lucky she looks up. i was one of the few who had the pleasure - the person in front of my forced her to show some type of personality and shook her hand. before i let her drop that old decripit skin sack of metacarpals i was all over it. i got a hand shake. she then starts to sign -
"i'm a big fan. been watching the view since the very first episode."
(without looking up) "that's nice. thank you."
she then slides the book to another handler who quickly picks it up, dropped it in my hands and pointed towards the door.
slightly bitchy but i understand. one, she's a living icon. secondly, she's a 78 year old woman forced to sign hunderd of copies of books. the reason i give her credit for this is broken down into two parts: a) she is a 78 year old woman - she's forced to sit there for hours not only trying to remember her name but hope she can still spell it correctly. b) really who forces this 78 year old woman to sit for hours - i hope they hooked her up to a cathedar and drainage bag to deal with incontinence.
god bless her.
so that brings me to today. got to sleep in till 6.55am! then me and tye went and had coffee in harvard. Peets coffee i believe. actually pretty good - i sat there and looked for things to do in the phoenix this weekend. they had nothing.
i came to work where it has been blah. going to take my last final tonight. then doing something i'm sure but equally as sure its going to suck (blah + suck = night with molly).
j to the k slash i n g
anyways - i'm sorry to disappoint my blog people but i must go.
ta ta
i did go out on monday for some of the lovely kids graduating from emerson with their masters in business. and i do mean to call them kids considering the majority of them are younger than me and yet, sadly, about to lead much more exciting lives.
you don't believe me? par example - laura moving to germany to work for audi and mia's new job at warner bros. in L.A.
i know - the jobs are slightly sad, aren't they? losers.
i jest - i'm just bitter.
i'm pathetic and bitter.
anyhoo - i did have a lovely time. i got to talk about my two favorite subjects. broadway and sphincters. laura's brother received both topics quite well and had a few surprising experiences of his own to add. apparently he ended his personal embargo on cubans long before our own government will.
so that was my monday. since then i got nothing, nada. watched television, showered once.
oh - i almost forgot. i met barbara walters last night. i would like to jazz it up a bit but it was a book signing. i met julie andrews at one a month or so ago. very nice. i was by myself, we chatted, some would say a slight sexual tention even. and then we said our good-byes.
barbara was a little different. like a cattle call. before reaching her i had to give the book to someone else. they slide it in front of barbara. if you're lucky she looks up. i was one of the few who had the pleasure - the person in front of my forced her to show some type of personality and shook her hand. before i let her drop that old decripit skin sack of metacarpals i was all over it. i got a hand shake. she then starts to sign -
"i'm a big fan. been watching the view since the very first episode."
(without looking up) "that's nice. thank you."
she then slides the book to another handler who quickly picks it up, dropped it in my hands and pointed towards the door.
slightly bitchy but i understand. one, she's a living icon. secondly, she's a 78 year old woman forced to sign hunderd of copies of books. the reason i give her credit for this is broken down into two parts: a) she is a 78 year old woman - she's forced to sit there for hours not only trying to remember her name but hope she can still spell it correctly. b) really who forces this 78 year old woman to sit for hours - i hope they hooked her up to a cathedar and drainage bag to deal with incontinence.
god bless her.
so that brings me to today. got to sleep in till 6.55am! then me and tye went and had coffee in harvard. Peets coffee i believe. actually pretty good - i sat there and looked for things to do in the phoenix this weekend. they had nothing.
i came to work where it has been blah. going to take my last final tonight. then doing something i'm sure but equally as sure its going to suck (blah + suck = night with molly).
j to the k slash i n g
anyways - i'm sorry to disappoint my blog people but i must go.
ta ta
Monday, May 19, 2008
tv doctors are not real doctors
so as a few of you may know i had a divergence from a relationship somewhat recently.
the other day i'm watching grey's anatomy where ms. merideth is going through a similiar situation. she's visiting her therapist and i thought i'd give a few of the pointers a try.
every time she saw the brain doc she said - "he's with rose now, and that's ok."
ok - i'll give it a whirl. "he's with xxxx now, and that's ok."
everytime the doc said it - i'd say. through the course of the hour the both of us were becoming fast friends working through our bonded issues.
we were healing, mending even the somewhat untrue feelings of abandonment. really - in the end, both me and meriD got what we asked for.
but i digress - so we both feel healed, maybe somewhat naively lying to ourselves, but during the course of 52 minutes we were new people.
as merideth was telling her therapist the good news i revelled in my own happiness.
then the therapist speaks - will we both be congratulated for our mature, big girl/ boy way of handling the situation? will she realize the strength in our virtuous actions?
therapist: "He's WITH Rose."
meredith: "Why do you keep saying that?"
therapist: "Because if you can't see what's wrong with that sentence he's with Rose we'll never get anywhere."
Mary Magdeline mother of Jesus Christ - we had both been saying it the wrong way. it's not "he's with rose" but "he's WITH rose!" it's not supposed to be said in a relaxing, lets move on with our feelings way but more like "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON - THIS ISN'T RIGHT - LOVE ME!" type of way
i asked moira what does this mean - does that mean me and meri made a big mistake?
she informed me that no - the difference is that merideth and mcdreamy belong together - maybe you guys don't.
right then - right when she said that i KNEW what she meant.
if i'm ever going to find true love i need to get on a weekly 1 hour dramedy.
the other day i'm watching grey's anatomy where ms. merideth is going through a similiar situation. she's visiting her therapist and i thought i'd give a few of the pointers a try.
every time she saw the brain doc she said - "he's with rose now, and that's ok."
ok - i'll give it a whirl. "he's with xxxx now, and that's ok."
everytime the doc said it - i'd say. through the course of the hour the both of us were becoming fast friends working through our bonded issues.
we were healing, mending even the somewhat untrue feelings of abandonment. really - in the end, both me and meriD got what we asked for.
but i digress - so we both feel healed, maybe somewhat naively lying to ourselves, but during the course of 52 minutes we were new people.
as merideth was telling her therapist the good news i revelled in my own happiness.
then the therapist speaks - will we both be congratulated for our mature, big girl/ boy way of handling the situation? will she realize the strength in our virtuous actions?
therapist: "He's WITH Rose."
meredith: "Why do you keep saying that?"
therapist: "Because if you can't see what's wrong with that sentence he's with Rose we'll never get anywhere."
Mary Magdeline mother of Jesus Christ - we had both been saying it the wrong way. it's not "he's with rose" but "he's WITH rose!" it's not supposed to be said in a relaxing, lets move on with our feelings way but more like "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON - THIS ISN'T RIGHT - LOVE ME!" type of way
i asked moira what does this mean - does that mean me and meri made a big mistake?
she informed me that no - the difference is that merideth and mcdreamy belong together - maybe you guys don't.
right then - right when she said that i KNEW what she meant.
if i'm ever going to find true love i need to get on a weekly 1 hour dramedy.
officially a blogenite
i know i just posted but the thought of being a real blogenite (or blogenian or maybe blogenianese for the people of the south pacific - not sure what you blog-people prefer to be called or if its regional based on external features such as pigment) are reeling through my mind.
my possibilities are endless.
now if only i had something to say....
my possibilities are endless.
now if only i had something to say....
my first trip into the blogosphere
ok - blogs seem slightly lame - but hence the story of my life.
frankly - i'm only doing this because I've been bored at work for the last three weeks.
lets see - my weekend went by rather quickly but doesn't everyones? i thought the stories of my wild ways would flow from my fingers but, alas, i feel awkward bragging about the fantisticalness that is my life.
maybe i'll just leave a teaser of what to expect for future topics:
my hatred of school
my desire to drop out, again
my drinking
my somewhat diluted dream of being famous
my somewhat diluted idea of reality for thinking that my dream will actually happen
my drinking
my friends - the ones i like and the one's i pretend to
sadly i didn't start this last week. i typically have 2 big breakdowns a year and i just had one a week ago tuesday. it was a good one - i had to be sent home from work. i think once my boss walked in and i started hysterically crying followed by lovely/ weird hugs - we both knew i should go home for the day.
oh well - i'm sure my next breakdown will be even bigger. in short, if you don't care to read this at least come back in 6 months.
frankly - i'm only doing this because I've been bored at work for the last three weeks.
lets see - my weekend went by rather quickly but doesn't everyones? i thought the stories of my wild ways would flow from my fingers but, alas, i feel awkward bragging about the fantisticalness that is my life.
maybe i'll just leave a teaser of what to expect for future topics:
my hatred of school
my desire to drop out, again
my drinking
my somewhat diluted dream of being famous
my somewhat diluted idea of reality for thinking that my dream will actually happen
my drinking
my friends - the ones i like and the one's i pretend to
sadly i didn't start this last week. i typically have 2 big breakdowns a year and i just had one a week ago tuesday. it was a good one - i had to be sent home from work. i think once my boss walked in and i started hysterically crying followed by lovely/ weird hugs - we both knew i should go home for the day.
oh well - i'm sure my next breakdown will be even bigger. in short, if you don't care to read this at least come back in 6 months.
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