happy day after valentine's day....

I had fun valentine's stuff to post - and I forgot. Because I am working my ass off this week. As I do have quite a fine ass, I don't want to lose it so this work crap has really got to stop.

From Found Magazine

Listen, I'm writing you 'cause we are in a public place, you're so pretty it makes me shy, and hopefully it will mean more.

1. I've been heartbroken/celibate for a year
2. Tired of being lonely at times
3. I want a girlfriend, lover, best friend, someday wife.

So if you're not in love or married, let me win your heart.

I promise to give you lots lots x lots lots of orgasms.
I promise to give you lots lots x lots lots of caring.
I promise to give you lots lots x lots lots of loyalty.
I promise to give you lots lots x lots lots of good-heartd fun.

If you're interested call me [phone number], email me [email]

Don't think I'm some nut. NOT.

I just don't know pick up lines nor would I use them if I did.

I'm a good person. I have good Christian love.

And I am worthy.

- Blaine

From They Might Be Giants

VALENTINE
Your goal's desecration
Your soul's isolation
More damned than some vandals in a shrine
You're a harsh apparition
Here's the strange declaration:
The world wants to be your valentine!

You got a burnt application
The wrong formulation
A heart frosty as this Ballantine
It's a sad indication
This reckless invitation
The world wants to be your valentine!

I made cupcakes and danced around in my kitchen. Tony Fitzpatrick played me the Twilight Singers. It was Real Love and everything. It was like my own mix tape on the radio.

OMG - I'm seeing the Stars on Friday. So my favorite album of 2005. I know all the words. I get my dog back tomorrow too.

New boy is out of town this weekend. Am I right to be the slightest bit peeved that I don't think I'm getting any? I need to expand my options. Maybe the Stars show. Sensitive Montreal pop - hmmmmm.

Hey Let Go

Hmmm..

That's an interesting concept. Letting go, eh? My new 'let go' is my newfound bitterness towards the 'other boy'. There's this funny 'ex' Valentine's Day party tomorrow night where you can throw darts at pics of your ex. I know that there's this big foamboard pic of him here @ work - I want to bring it and a sledgehammer. Right now all I can think of about him is that I believed in him so much - and for what? Nothing. Literally nothing. Lost so much cred, lost so much belief - maybe I can frame it that it was good to know that I could believe in something again. I just wish I could have chosen better. I don't think he deserved me in the least. Wow, quite the perspective change.

Interesting weekend - spent Saturday with the new boy. I don't know what to think - he did stay over (again) and I have officially had as much sex in 2006 as I did in 2005 (and with only 1 partner, instead of 3).

The sleepover this time was, uh, whoa. Maybe I haven't had much in a while but I needed a day to recover. My hormones are seriously raging.

And he's been researching me - he quoted my e-mails. I kinda think it's cute - but he also filed for divorce on Wednesday. He's one up on me. I think I'm going to be the week of the 26th.

Work is work - must enter schedules (my least favorite activity). I hate entering schedules.

The Link I Forgot to Post

Found Religion

This is a great blog. What a wonderful idea - the pics just make you think.

I See You, You See Me

OK - I've had some pretty great things happen to me of late.

1 - Had a good conversation with the ex - he's figuring out some of his shit and is pretty accepting that we're o.v.e.r.

This is huge. I really didn't expect to hear that from him.

2 - Talked to the sis, realized that she really is kinda interesting. She is trying to go to grad school - she got her undergrad transcripts and got really depressed. She had forgotten she wasn't really a great student.

What?

How do you do that? How do you forget that you were something? Should you do that?

I'm all about the accept, learn and move on. It actually explains a lot. See, I know too much about her - she doesn't want to remember what I know. I told her it was OK, do you want to live with that kind of regret or appreciate where you've gone?

It was just a night of conversations that I didn't expect in any way and made me feel good about where I'm at. Which is ginormous. I feel good about where I'm at.

Wow.

And new boy is kinda making me swoon. He sent me a story this morning. He writes me stories. Damn.

I'm a lucky girl today and I like it. Yay me.

i'll believe in anything

My job today:

C: 'I'm following up with you regarding the phone call I recieved from the 5th Floor and then asked Y to come over and have you webpage K'.

Me: 'So, you received a call from the 5th Floor?'

C: 'Yes'

Me: 'Regarding K?'

C: 'Yes'

Me: 'And you told Y to come to me and page K?'

C: 'Yes'

Me: 'Do you know K's pager number?'

C: 'Yes'

Me: 'And you still asked Y to come to me and have her paged?'

C: 'Yes'

Me: 'Yes, I paged her and no, I recieved no reply but everything must be fine considering that she's holding a meeting on the 2nd floor right now and she pulled 6 of my RN's.'

C: 'Oh'

I swear to god if some random-ass task gets delegated through 3 people to me AGAIN i'm going postal. This 'K' lady doesn't even work in my department. And if you were so concerned about the follow up - do it your damn self.

this is the day...

OMG - BBC6 is playing a The The show from 1993 right now.

Listen - can you hear it?

And I just found a new linking trick. I love technology.

Saw Munich last night. OK - I didn't watch a lot - I made out in a movie theatre during a 'serious movie'. It was way too fun. Riddle me this - why is this
whatever going so well? We go out twice a week. We make out. He turned me around on Lincoln Ave before we went into the theatre to smooch with me. How great is that?

And why am I digging the whole making out thing? I'm 31 years old - not 15. And why is this acceptable behavior for people who are my age? Don't get me wrong - but I seem to have this effect on boys. OK - so I wore a short plaid skirt and boots last night. I looked cute. But really - this is so funny. Completely unexpected and quite lovely.

Work is kicking my ass as usual. I just can't keep up from down around here. Everytime I think that I'm going to get something figured out - another wacky thing arises.

So - new boy. I don't know what to think. Yesterday I'm convinced he has like 4 girls going on - today I don't know. I think he might like me. Which kinda freaks me out. But there is so much to be said to walk through Lincoln Square at 12:30 pm on a Monday night holding hands.

embracing randomness....

Wow - I should write more. However work is seriously kicking my ass and I don't have any time to type bout myself. And I might have an interesting/odd/random new boy to e-mail a lot.

Yeah, so the CL boy is still around. In some ways he's the anti-me in a similar situation.

-similarities-
1. He too is in the studio apt.
2. He too isn't quite legally broken up.
3. He too ponders the therapist relationship a bit too much.


-differences-
1. Different gender.
2. He was the normal one.
3. The most social person I've ever met - dude has every second planned.

He's tall too. But he writes good e-mails and we're going out again tonight. Pulled a typical me and took him home after bowling. God, my hormones are terrible. He's in a soccer league & a bowling league. He goes to First Friday @ the MCA (which makes me think that i'm not quite the only girl he's picking up on CL - but that's OK too).

Oh my god - could he be the beginning of my harem? My long dreamed about but seemingly impossible to achieve harem of witty boys who want to see me twice a week and make out with me...this would be so great.

My other new favorite thing (TV) - got the DVD's of House. I want to be that grumpy.

My new favorite list - songs and where I hear them. Saturday night (11p-ish) walking by Clark and Roscoe and some bar is blaring 'Everybody's Changing' by Keane. OK - that's not a popular song. And that's the show that I took the terribly evil boy who ruined my life to before I jumped him. But the rest of the night turned out OK. I did not let the evil song ruin my night.

Sunday - making art in the kitchen and 'Deadbeat Club' comes on - I love to sing that song out loud. And then 'Medicine Show'.

Today - 'Bring on the Dancing Horses'.

The rule for the song list is that it has to be overheard. You can't play it because you want to hear it - it must come to you.

I missed the Puppy Bowl (I skipped it for Bleak House - really good by the way)! I need to find some drugs so I can watch the Puppy Bowl. I'm convinced that there might not be anything better than getting stoned and watching the Puppy Bowl.

Promise to be better about the whole writing thing. It's theraputic.