Guys coming out of the woodwork.

What the heck is going on with these boys? EVERY single one of the guys on the list of Leading Male Characters + 6 others have contacted me this holiday break. Half of them are in relationships! Uh..what? I guess this IS the time of the year that everyone gets a little mushy. I have always prided myself in being able to stay in contact with every single ex I have had, but this is a little ridiculous.

When it rains, it pours, baby.

A lot is changing in my life right now. I have been working in the corporate world since May and it is definitely not my cup of tea. I am currently in a temporary position. I got extended from one month to eight which is a great feat. It just isn't the type of job I want to be doing the rest of my life albeit a year! I am not programmed to sit in a 7 x 4 cubicle and stare at a screen all day. I am happy for the experience it has given me, but there are some things (a lot) I won't miss. I refuse to get into the details until my time is completely finished with the company. Until then, wish me luck with my last month.

I have saved up enough money to take a couple of months off to travel. The frustrating part is finding someone to travel with me. As much as I enjoy my independence, I really need someone to travel with. I am great with directions, airports and dealing with different cultures, but I don't want to go to Europe without someone to share the stories with. Why is that when we get older, time is more limited for fun things? I'll quote Iona from Pretty in Pink: "Why can't we start old and get younger?" 

This is me in 5 years.

I will recap Thanksgiving in another post. Until then, I will leave you with highlights: Guesstures, Brits, Racial Slurs and Stripping.


P.S. Tell me why I haven't heard this song before? I think it's fun and cute!

Loyalty is a fine characteristic.

I told Lawya tonight that his loyalty is a fine characteristic. He said I sound like a wise old man.

Please tell me why it has to be a man and not a WOMAN? Point and case why we won't marry.

I wrote Sonic a letter yesterday. I was planning on going to da 'bucks but there was a 2 for 1 special going on. Which basically means there isn't anywhere for me to sit my happy ass down. I hit up the hippie joint down the street and it was equally packed but with a table for me to sit at. The table was actually a Ms. Pac-Man game! Yes, it really worked! The tunes of Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros inspired me to write about absolutely nothing of importance. He put me in the dog house today for 3 hours. He will feel guitly once he finds out I wrote him a letter this weekend. BOOYA!

I keep forgetting which one is the gay one: Enrique or Ricky? Equally great gay guy names.

I went shopping and surprisingly I only bought sweater tights. There was a beautiful BB Dakota LBD that I was just dying to purchase, but I was a good little tight wad and refrained.

I think I would have LOVED Metro Station when I was in the 11th grade. I liked guys like that then. Now, they just look like guys full of STDs. Yum-E. I do think Trace and Ke$ha should do the humpty dump if they haven't already.

Here is who I loved my freshman/sophomore year in college: 7 Dollar Sox! Pretty sure Sal asked me out one time via Myspace. Nice. (Kippy <3's them too!)

Find more artists like DAMNBABY! (7DollarSox) at Myspace Music

Introducing the Leading Male Characters:

Lawya ("a" not "er" because he has a strong Southern accent)
Sign: Scorpio
Years Known: 5
Quick Facts: Called and told me he was planning on losing his virginity that week (it happened), met via facebook, he wants us to marry and his kissing is dreadful.

GQ
Sign: Leo
Years Known: 5
Quick Facts: Once told me his goal in life is to work at Neiman Marcus, questionable sexuality and was my "Makeout Buddy" in college.

(*Interesting Fact: Lawya and GQ have the same favorite color: Orange)

Sonic
Sign: Pisces
Years Known: 3
Quick Facts: Works in the music business, lost about 50 lbs and VIRG ALERT!

Delta
Sign: Pisces
Years Known: 3
Quicks Facts: Likes his tubby rubbed when sick, took me to Mexico and VIRG ALERT!


Stay tuned for the males that make frequent cameos..

Hairy Pooter

My Mom and her dog are staying with me this weekend.

I was flipping between Jerseylicious and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. We already watched Jerseylicious when I was home on Sunday and she reminded me of that twice. I switched it over to Harry Potter and she told me I am accepting the devil into my life. Oh, ye olde Jehovah Witness. Thanks for the tidbit. I'll stick to my adoration for Harry Potter and you can stick to your field service.
I bet you want to know about my childhood, don't you? I'll get there someday.

Onto my dreams: (Note: I would like to use this site as a way to keep track of my dreams. My dreams have a very large fanbase. I have even been given notebooks as a way to keep documentation of my dreams. This never works because..I'm fat ass lazy. Let's hope this blog lasts.)

I have had every kind of dream you can imagine. Zombies, flying, sex, murder, karaoke, lesbian tendencies, penis cranks, etc...

Yes, penis cranks.

I was in this very odd futuristic city. Think London during the dark ages meets the Jetsons. The preferred (VIP) mode of transportation was similar to the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland. Except with hipster-like neon lights and the "tube" was white. I don't remember all of the details of this dream, but I do remember losing a few lost souls along the way. The tube system is very tricky and you could get caught in another level like in the movie Inception. I finally made it to a resting point, my friend *Sonic's home. He lived in a loft style condo with his parents. He had the loft bedroom. (This is the point that gets personal and icky. Sonic has been "courting" me for a solid year. His word, not mine.) My friends are passed out on the couches which means I had to share the bed with Sonic. Somehow he switches from my good friend to the creepiest creeper of the Hipster-like Realm. Think semen all over the bed sheets. BARF. This totally turns me off of him for good. Dunzo. He then proceeds to try and impress me with his new toy. I'm thinking, "dude just let me sleep." His new toy? Yep, the penis crank. It's similar to POP! Goes the Weasel. After the free demonstration, I decide that I need to rally my friends and leave. We head out in the middle of the night, but not after running into his parents in the kitchen. COCK-ward! I finally make it back to the place I began and then I head to a bar and have a beer with soccer players.

The reason this dream was personal for me is because I have been debating for a long time if I could ever see him attractive in a physical aspect. This dream solidified that I could and will not.

Can you tell I take everything personally? If my dream tells me it's not meant to be, well then it isn't. It can sometimes feel like reality only intensified.

Crank Dat Soulja Gurl

*Name has been changed to protect identity.

Limp

Nothing worse than shaking a limp hand.
You don't have to squeeze but let me know your fingers still function.

Lazy handshakers could equal a lazy love makers.



Today, I got 3 minutes of uninterrupted sunlight.

(Self) Reminder: Don't take the small moments for granted.

Even 3 minutes.

Smile.

M

As for me? I am not so sure

Hello all you Fine Fried Funyuns!

I have had numerous blogs in my time. One of which I can only remember the password every 3 or 4 years.

I previously used Twitter to unleash my inner hatred for bad drivers and illegals. Unfortunately, I mentioned to a coworker that I have Twitter. That pretty much went finito for me being incognito.

No more dishing about my 'Office' like job.
No more explaining how I fled the cops my first time in downtown SJ.
No more bathroom stories.

You can thank my big mouth later.
I hope you see this blog as a way to escape your own repetitive world. An inner oasis where the dreamers can dream the dream.

Life will not stop if you haven't sent that email by 11 AM SHARP!
Your relationships will not falter if you don't agree to Skype a friend because you want to start your blog that night. (Yes, this just happened.)

The world moves on. The days get cold. The nights get dark (now at 6) and the wind will still blow.


Smile.

M


White Hinterland "Icarus"