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Angry!

Youppi!

Tonight I was officially made feel nasty because I said I hate Youppi.

Now I feel bad... I think I've lost it.

Has Been

Used to be, we were, it is no more...

Today I talked to someone who I still care deeply about, who I found a real connection with about a year ago. I remember wanting this person to be my life, wanting him to be more than he was ready to be. I know we could have made it, but fear held him back. It was a conversation full of heartache for me today. The type that brings back the ache of missing this person like a knife to your heart. A deep lonely ache where there was nothing before. Are there people that you never stop missing? Good to hear he's doing better, still sad that we've drifted far apart.

Makes me really appreciate the one I do have in my life, who I miss but who always come back...

Dramarama

A situation where one or more individuals choose to take a relatively benign event and turn it into a huge drama.
The result when certain individuals put effort into taking a minor happening and presenting it as though it were a big deal.
This often involves a lot of high pitched screams or expressions of outrage, the narrowing of eyes, forced tears, threats of various kinds, phone calls, email, blogging, etc..
It is not uncommon for a dramarama to become known to a vast amount of people within a very short time.



"Jan turns most events in her life into a dramarama."

"Oh gee, look at the dramarama going on in the corner!"

"Don't drag me into your current dramarama missy!"

Adidas

Apocalypse Approaches

Yet another indication that the end is near - skulls, which used to be worn by the misfits and rebels, are not mainstream and being sold on everything, everywhere, from the pharmacy to Walmart...

Detroit man in erotic pursuit of mannequins arrested, again

Fri Oct 20, 6:54 PM
FERNDALE, Mich. (AP) - A Detroit man with a history of smashing store windows to grab female mannequins has been accused of indulging his fetish again.

Ronald Dotson, 39, was arrested and jailed Oct. 9 after breaking a window at a cleaning-supply company to get at a mannequin in a black and white French maid's uniform, police said.

A judge Thursday ordered him to undergo a psychiatric examination to determine whether he is competent to stand trial on charges of attempted breaking and entering.

"Mr. Dotson went to prison and they haven't helped him," said his lawyer, Edward Cohn. "He got out of prison and he was right back out there. It's pretty bizarre."

Dotson had been out of prison for less than a week when he was caught. His erotic pursuit of mannequins over the past 13 years has led to at least six convictions for breaking and entering and a stint in prison, police said.

"He told his parole officer he was going to buy a mannequin so he didn't have to do these break-ins anymore," said Detective Brendan Moore said. "Apparently that didn't work out."

Bad Day

Last Saturday I had to work, which didn't really impress me, but I still have better hours and days off for the moment (and forever more, due to my new job) so I thought that I couldn't really complain. I think I thought wrong.

I was supposed to go straight from work to a soiree so asked my friend who I was supposed to go with if he could pick me up. He asked me what I would give him for it. That already annoyed me, but then he had to kick it up a notch and ask me for a bj. Now, this guy is the biggest queen on the face of the planet… So I don't know what planet he was on that day, but he is now officially persona non grata in my world.

I then left at six pm and made my way to the bus stop. I'd woken up late in the morning as my alarm hadn't rung and had dashed to work looking like a partying rocker chick, complete with green crocodile skin Guess pleather jacket, which looks hella cool, but isn't the warmest thing in the world. The day had turned cold and rainy and I waited an entire HOUR freezing on the side of the highway until the wrong bus finally showed up and I decided to take it partway to the Metro I needed and then walk the rest. At least I'd be in motion and no longer just becoming a popsicle.

The entire hour I was there was indeed lovely as there was a tiny Russian child in the bus shelter with me, perhaps two or three years old and he kept marching around and making scary sounding declarations in Russian. I hate to generalize, but that Russian kid was F-ed up! Communism, anyone?

FINALLY, over an hour after work, I made it to the Metro, only to be greeted by the "40 Year Anniversary" celebration. Frozen stiff, I wanted to go and lose it on the guy working there for the lack of buses (Three of mine should have passed in the time I was waiting) - "40 Years of SHITTY Service" indeed!

The Metro ride provided more torture. Between the Indian women with their "6 Kumars" shopping bags & curry odour and the elderly black man who wet himself BADLY (It was all the way down to his ankles), by the time I reached good old Verdump, I had had enough.

But the night just got worse...

Heeheehee

This Blog is About...

Conspiracy

I swear to g-d, there is a conspiracy against me that entails that I should have difficulty being on the internet consistently. From my PC crapping out (thank g-d, as I LOVE my MAC), my Audiovox Smart phone crapping out and my ISP being crap, it's been a real ordeal lately.

Tonight's rant is dedicated to my ISP - let's just call them "SymCRAPico".

Unable to connect this morning for my mandatory email reading and chatting before work, I was annoyed. Annoyance kicked into extreme cuntiness when I waited an hour on hold with my ISP (Who I used to work for, until they outsourced to India, so understandably, I kind of already hate them with a fiery passion.) to only get hung up on. Idiots.

I gave up and went shopping and to lunch instead.

Came home after work, called back and another hour wait produced Kumar. Who proceeded to tell me, "We don't support macs" Well F-U buddy... Macs are simpler and better and YOU SUCK. He actually thanked me for my problem. WTF! Honestly, then told me he would reset my password and then proceeded to not say a word for FIVE minutes. (I did time him.) At this point, I lost it and berated him and even swore at him in hindi (I know how, don't ask...) and then told him how to do his job.

Suffice to say, I am a genius and back online.

But time to find another ISP. I'm over calling INDIA.

Quel Tweak!

I have decided that I live with the Tweak of All Tweaks. It's really quite astounding and quite annoying when the other living thing in your domicile twitches at even the slightest provocation. (Or often, none at all...)

Twitch twitch twitch...

Charlie should get the Lifetime Achievement Award at this year's Sketch Awards. May the sketch be with you, my friend.

I Am OFFICIALLY Back...

Lately, well the past few months, has been a quiet time in my life. I have to say I am a bit sad about it, but happy at the same time. A sort of bittersweet relationship.

But this week's horoscope says this:

It's almost time to bring an end to your phase of resting and recouping. The self-protective mode has served you well, but if you stay in it much longer it'll begin to backfire. Soon you'll need a wake-up call, an inflammatory summoning. If I were there with you, I might even sing you the opposite of a lullaby--a disturbing yet inspiring rant designed to rouse and agitate and excite you.

I think it is a sign that STEREO 54 disco party is on Friday.

I'm back!!!

Just Because...

I AM IN LOVE

Yes, ladies & gentlemen, it is OFFICIAL. I am in love. I was swooning today, practically melting and almost hyperventilated, I was so happy.

I am in love.

With my MAC.




It is just that awesome. Trust.

Celebrities I Want To Be Friends With

Dave Chappelle
Scott Thompson
Chris Rock
Adam Sandler

Slang

Every day, I get a new Urban Dictionary word of the day emailed to me. I usually am familiar with the terminology, but sometimes there is a new one that I adopt.

The two last definitions have been ones pertinent to my life, due to the fact I went out this weekend to Stereo. I took the boyfriend and I had fun, yes & no. It was nice to introduce him to so many people who have been integral to my life, but I am sad to say that clubbing has lost much of it's magic for me. Not really that sad though, as I am very pleased to be moving on to bigger and better things.

And now, the definitions:

Weekend Lag

A condition affecting the body's circadian clock, similar to jet lag, but instead stemming from altering one's sleep hours over a weekend of hard partying and drinking rather than from a long flight.

Franks: "Shit, I missed fluid dynamics again. Monday morning classes are so rough. It feels like it is 7 PM. What time is it?"
Jason: "It's only 8 in the morning."
Brad: "Fuck dude, that's a serious case of weekend lag. Drink some fluids and stop hitting the riverboat casino so hard in P-town."

Bar Star

A guy or girl that goes to clubs or bars at least once a week. Usually bar stars are found at clubs every Friday and Saturday night. They dress in sexy clothing to attract others for one night stands or short lived relationships.

I never see Joe on the weekends, where is he?

He's a bar star, so he's at the clubs.

The Best

You know when someone reaches for you and subtly pulls you to them by grabbing your hip? Or when they curve their body into yours while you sleep?

There's no better feeling...