Wednesday, July 26, 2006

a wednesday post

I know I haven't been blogging much lately. I just haven't been in the mood. But I acknowledge that I really hate when my favorite bloggers get lazy and I click on their blogs day after day in a fruitless attempt to find something new and entertaining.
Right Joe?

Of course, I'm being egotistical to the point that I'm assuming some people out there consider me one of their favorite bloggers.
RAWR.

Since work has been delightfully busy and I haven't had time to write the past few weeks, I'm just going to do a quick, lazy-ass, no-main-theme, random post:

OK – I'm determined not to dwell on it, but I really hate men. Seriously. Things have begun to change a bit in my head over the past few months, and I guess I've just started to expect a little more from them. Or maybe just want a little more from my interactions with them.
The problem is that they didn't get the memo.

So last weekend I decided to just enjoy the company of my friends and a few shots of tequila and just let nature take its course. No worries.
Friday night I had a great time, met a couple cool new people, whatev.
However, on Saturday night my libido kicked in. That always gets me into trouble. Well, lately, gets me downright frustrated. Anyway, I was with my two buds and one of them introduced me to an acquaintance of his. My two buds eventually left, and me and the acquaintance kept hanging out. He was a really interesting guy – and friggin' cute – AND single, but recently went through a break-up. So we got to know each other and even filthy-talked a little bit, but he was clear about the fact that he wasn't completely over his ex. And I was fine with that. I mean, at least he was nice and smart and fun to talk to. And seemingly had feelings. But then, when he was leaving, he gave me a hug goodbye, felt my stomach, and said, "Oh. You have a gut."
Yep.
I don't think he could have said anything else at that moment that would have sucked more. I'm so hypersensitive about my gut right now. I know it's stupid and irrational and there are so many more important things to worry about in this short life but…what can I say? It hurt my feelings.
I went home and collapsed on my bed and stared at the ceiling. A torrential downpour outside would have been a nice touch, but I can still manage to wallow in dry weather.

Well, this weekend I’m not going to be dwelling on douchebag men because my parents are going to be in town. I really like when my parents come to town, especially because they don't stay with me. We get to do a lot of shopping, good eating, sight-seeing, maybe take in a show or baseball game or whatever. Nice and easy.

I've restructured my reality show viewing while my favs are on hiatus. You know what I'm watching now? Project Runway and Big Brother. I've never watched either of them before. Big Bro is OK, I guess. Kind of slow and pointless. Good-looking people though! OMG – Howie's nipples alone are reason enough to watch. Project Runway seems pretty sweet. I'd always heard a lot of good things about it. Plus it seems to be constantly running on either Bravo or NBC, so I figure it'll be pretty hard to miss an episode.

I really meant to see a lot of movies this summer. I even have a list of the ones I want to see: The Devil Wears Prada, Superman, Strangers with Candy, and a couple others. I almost went to see Superman alone on Sunday night, but then decided to stay home and drink a bottle of wine and feel sorry for myself. I'm supposed to be going to The Devil Wears Prada with L. and the Bahamas girls on Sunday. That should be pretty funny.

I was sick as a DOG last week. Monday I came down with some sort of psycho chest cold, and by Friday it had totally morphed into the nastiest head cold in recorded history. And unfortunately I had this lame presentation skills conference to attend all day Friday at the Hyatt. I totally felt like death warmed over and could barely focus my eyes and silence the pounding in my head, let alone learn something. The only joy of my day was freaking out the poor sucker sitting next to me with my constant coughing and sneezing and sniffling and blowing of my nose. And getting La Salsa for lunch.

Well, I think that's about enough for now. I really do have a ton of work to do, so I better get back to it. Then I have to go home and clean up my place real sparkly-like for the parents. Then meet P. for a couple drinks on a patio somewhere.

Hope everyone is doing well.

2 Comments:

Blogger Big Daddy said...

Skip 'Strangers With Candy'.

Seriously.

I am a huge fan, and own the entire series on DVD, and I still thought it sucked.

Big Brother is probably boring for you because it is an All Stars episode. Unless you have follwed the show, and know the 411 on each of them; I agree it would be boring.

I'm surprised you still have your Gay Card, since you have just now started watching Project Runway.

For shame!

:)

Oh, and hands of Robert Best. That's my man! He's my future hubby, he just doesn't know it yet.

Glad to hear your alive and breathing.

5:36 PM  
Blogger Taylor said...

i LOVE la salsa! and rubio's. you can't get them back east! at least they have a baja fresh by the dupont metro station in DC. and a shitload of chipotles (not that i'm complaining).

i miss moe's and willy's (atlanta burrito chains). willy's is exclusively local, while moe's has grown like a weed all over red states. i can get it if i feel like driving out to the VA 'burbs (which i do).

omg, i could go on and on with mexican fast-food joints.

8:42 PM  

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