Items of Note

"Sure Jesus could restore my physical and spiritual virginity, especially if I lost it to some rapist, but who wants that? I'm saving myself for marriage, and I'll use force if necessary." -Hilary Faye

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

The Promotion

A certain somebody has gotten a promotion that is making it impossible for her to blog anymore.

I am very sorry, maybe I can update on the weekends if my life ever becomes interesting again.

Chances are I will be working non stop now, so there will be no more sexcapades and boozing, they look down on those things in the world of corporate finance. I will try to find time to still comment on your blogs however.

Thanks for all of the fun!

Monday, March 20, 2006

What the hell is going on with blogger?

I've got nothing to report- it rained all weekend so I stayed in. Now I'm back at work and it sucks.

Isn't that all very exciting?

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

I'm sorry, I haven't been feeling well so there is nothing to report. Life is boring when you spend all of your time sitting on the couch with a stinky little Cocker Spaniel watching British gangster movies. I'm seriously beginning to think I could make my living trafficking drugs...... they make it look so easy.

As soon as I am back to normal I am sure there will be stories that involve booze, hookers and that one armed man (couldn't resist E.)

I am still thinking about going and seeing my boy in Austin this weekend. Yes, I said my boy... shut your pie hole.

One of my stupid coworkers scheduled her wedding on Friday - St Patrick’s Day- she damn well better have green beer or there will be hell to pay. I hope to God they have those disposable cameras on every table..... I have so much fun with those. Muhahahaha.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

You know you missed me

Have you all missed me? Have you? I thought not.

Things have been crazy- work is kicking my ass, life is kicking it again for good measure.

There is a new boy, a boy that my girlfriends are mocking me about, telling me that I am smitten. Screw them, I don't do smitten.

Ok, maybe they are a tiny bit right (do you have any idea how hard that is for me to admit?) Damn you girls. Damn you both.

Tomorrow night we are going back to the male strip club, should be fun. Dry humping will abound.

Saturday during the day we will be hanging out on Greenville for the St Patty's Day festivities- those of you here in Dallas had better take cover. There will be green beer, there will be apple martinis, and there will be nudity galore (although I'm sure we won't be participating in any of that seeing as how we are good girls and all.)

No time to chat, just checking in.

Try to be good.

Monday, March 06, 2006

The weekend

The weekend was fairly low key (I know, oh so disappointing.) Friday night I was the biggest dork EVER and went with a coworker to make cards (my new obsession.) We stayed at the scrap booking place until midnight – midnight I tell you.

One of my male coworkers drunk texted me, that was pretty sweet. I have been giving him a hard time about it all day.

Saturday E and I went out and hit a couple of bars. I met a new dating prospect- Jeff. He’s totally different from all of the other men I have been with lately, its rather refreshing. He is tall (6’4) blonde, blue eyes- and just as sweet as he can be. We went out to dinner last night and then back to the bar where we met. He introduced me to all of his friends there (other regulars)- lots of fun. It looks like he might drink a little more than I do which is a bad thing. We will see. We are going out again tonight. Yummy.

Now comes the good part – imagine the most inappropriate conversation you have ever had with a stranger and multiply that by 10 and that would be my little talk with my upstairs neighbor and his friend that was visiting Saturday night/Sunday morning.

I had some male company Saturday night after the bars- actually it was Sunday morning since E and I closed down the bar at 2 am. Anyway, apparently I was really, really loud between the hours of 3:30 and 6:30. And then again at 10. The visitor from upstairs stopped me as I was coming in from walking the dog last night and asked if he could talk to me. I knew where it was headed – he asked me if I had a good time that morning and if I was ok. I was so fucking embarrassed.

As it turns out he wasn’t lecturing me as much as trying to get me to let him give it a go- apparently I sounded like I knew what I was doing. Then he offered me cocaine. That is so typical of the apartments I live in. I gently declined his offer and told him I would try to keep it down in the future. What a freak!!!!!

I watched 40 Year Old Virgin this weekend – I got to say I don’t understand what all of the hype was about, not so funny.

That is all – could I be any more random?

Friday, March 03, 2006

So not pleasant

I had a dream last night that I was drowning and was startled out of sleep by a noise that seemed so much like the death rattle that jolted me up in my father’s hospital room the night he died that for a second I was confused and convinced that I was experiencing his death watch all over again. I was terrified and sleepless for the rest of the night.

The whole experience of his death came washing back over me like a wave and I found myself laying on my couch breathing like I did while lying in that cot next to his bed those last few hours– his breaths were so shallow and far between that I my lungs couldn’t keep up, I got dizzy with the effort.

Last night I walked through every moment of the night he died in my mind. I remember walking over to his bed and leaning close to his sunken face to confirm he was no longer breathing. I remember walking back over to the cot and carefully folding each blanket and sheet like it was of up most importance, as if I didn’t know that they would bundle them up along with the linens from his bed and toss them in the industrial washer along with the harsh chemicals that would wash away the very last bit of sweat that his body ever produced. There was the walk down that long hall to get the nurse who followed me back, nodding her agreement that he was gone, she called the time of death as 2:36 I believe. The call to my sister and mom to tell the to come back up to the hospital…... I was so exhausted and drained, part of me wonders how I could even dial the phone.

Last night as I curled up deeper in to the cushions of the couch and covered my head with the fluffy down comforter, I couldn’t drown out the sound of the ticking of a clock- a ticking that pounded away the seconds like the one that was in his room. I don’t have a clock with a second hand in my house because they remind me of how I would watch that one and count the seconds between his breaths there at the end, but last night I heard it so clearly.

When I think about that time in my life- that week I spent in the hospice specifically– I feel wretchedly hollow, there is a hole inside of me that will never be filled.

I spoke with my sister this morning and the odd thing was just yesterday afternoon she cleaned out his car because she sold it – she said it was hard to do and seemed surreal. We are so mentally linked that I am sure that is the reason I was thinking about him so much last night.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Happy Hour(s)

I went to HH with my coworkers last night and it was out of control!

First and foremost, I parked next to a brand new bright shiny red Ferrari F430 Spider- I was very excited (yes I’m a dork.) It was a shame that such an old man has a car like that….

Anywho, it was the perfect afternoon to sit outside and enjoy a beer. I think the temperature here yesterday was in the high 80’s and there was a light breeze- simply brilliant!

We were there for hours and it turned out to be one of those times where you bond with your coworkers, so much to the point where some of us are not making eye contact this morning. There are some things you don’t need to know about the guy that sits next to you – mainly his penis size. J Scott looks a little hang dog this morning (although he shouldn’t be.)

There was a very drunk woman that kept invading my personal space – she actually asked me to smell her hair at one point. I hate to be touched by strangers and at one point she had looped her arm in to mine and I about fell out of my chair.

Lesson learned: always eat of you are going to be drinking for 5-6 hours. I’m a little shaky this morning – but the boss was a peach and brought in Chick-Fil-A chicken biscuits, so all is well.

That is all for now, I must work, they keep insisting I do that. Meanies.

Be good.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

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