I forgot what this felt like!
I actually like a boy! This is weird...I haven't like a boy in ages...
There's only one problem, he's in San Francisco and I'm still in New York (I'll be back in a couple of months, but it's just not soon enough!)....
(Hey a cute guy just smiled at me in the airport too! Hope he's on my flight!)
Sitting on the Dock of the Bay
Soon I will be!!
I'm going back...I don't know the details yet, but I'm definitely going back...to stay!
I'm, as I type, on the phone with a bill payment center to pay my MRI bill from November.
At first the guy on the phone not only sounds like the most miserable person I've ever talked to on the phone...but as he perked up I believe he is also partially deaf...and as it turns out, quite possibly Elmer Fudd.
But on the other hand, it sure is a good feeling to pay off a $832.59 debt!
6 months
I got an email from
him on Monday. 6 months with nothing. Why? What is the point? Why won't he just leave me alone? I can't do this...I'm just not strong enough...
6 Weird Things
Damn you Texas for tagging me…six weird things….you would think that I wouldn’t have a hard time coming up with them…but I want 6 interestingly weird things….
1. I still have a blanky. And I’m not talking about some cute adorable little thing that is only 3 feet big, my blanky was once a comforter on my bed in the 3rd grade. I don’t like a top sheet and the years of wear have softened it like no other, thus serving as a velvety soft “top sheet” for me. The problem is it’s quite gross. Keep in mind that I was in the 3rd grade somewhere around 20 years ago…even just after it’s been through the washed it looks dirty. My sister (lovingly) refers to it as “The Skank Blank”. I will only say goodbye to this blanket when I say hello to living with another human…who has to sleep in the same bed with me night after night.
2. I can do this weird thing with my arms. I twist them a certain way and I can get them around my head…I know this makes no sense, it’s more something you have to see to understand. I have NEVER met anyone, besides my 8th grade teacher who taught this to me, who can do it. It’s one of my few talents…no matter how weird it is.
3. When I see a cute child I want to hurt it. As in, “oh my God, that baby is so cute I just want to pick it up by the feet and bash it against the wall!!” It’s like the child is too cute and I can’t take it so it can’t continue to exist that way…I know this is not only weird, but sick. I once met someone who was the same way. We used to sit around and see who could think of sicker things to do. Maybe someone should pick me up by my feet and bash me against the wall and put ME out of MY misery!
4. I’m obsessed with Mandy Moore. For a while I would do anything she did. She cut her hair, I cut my hair. Ok, actually that’s all that I’ve done that she has done…but I love her. Can’t get enough of her. One day I met her at a work function, turns out she’s completely nice and normal…which of course made me love her moore (get it?!) I think we would make excellent friends as well. I thoroughly plan on buying a little tiny dog and naming her Mandy Moore…though that might make being friends with her awkward.
5. I will only eat plain potato chips if I have orange juice to drink with them. I don’t know why. My father does the same thing.
6. I’ve got no game. In fact, I’m downright awkward around boys I like. I’m an outgoing person, until I meet a boy who I feel like I could date. The second I feel that way I clam up. I start acting like I’m in kindergarten again when you would be mean to the one you like. I say all the wrong things and ultimately turn the guy off before I ever get a chance to turn him on…
So what have we learned about me? I’m hopeless and sick….someone must put an end to this game…
Cheerio!!
I'm in heaven!! Why you ask? Because not only am I in London (all expenses paid because I'm here for work), but London is crawling with not only beautiful men...not only beautiful men with accents....but beautiful men with accents who are TALL!!!! It's flipping amazing, I can't believe of them are gorgeous AND tall!!!! I just don't even know what to do with myself...I fall in love every day on the tube...and the street...and in restaurants...
Met a few lovelies out last night with Texas Cinderella...(who by the way it was AMAZING to see, it had been almost two years! She looks fantastic and I had forgotten how much fun she is!! I'm going to miss her even more now when I leave!)...one guy gave me his card and told me to call him to hang out again this week...we shall see...hopefully more stories are soon to follow!!
Stateside boy news: I think I've agreed to be set up with a not so handsome German man. One of my accounts has a friend in New York who is very tall, yet at the same time I saw a pic of him on her phone and yeah, not so cute....but he do it for the stories right? That's what I have to keep telling myself!!!
(By the way, I just realized that all that I write about is boys....I hope to get a boyfriend sometime in the near future so that I can go back to being an normal intelligent human being with something else on my brain other than the opposite sex!!)
My mother is a walking embarassment!!
it wasn't bad enough that my mother had to wear the ugliest fur coat you've ever seen to the city (to see a taping of the Martha Stewart show none the less!) with her friend Doris....
But to make matters worse...when we were in the train station waiting to go home after my LOOOONG day at work and her show, we saw my newsboy...
My mother proceeded to cruise back and forth in the train station to see him. As if that wasn't bad enough...she went and sat in a chair facing him and stared at him for 5 minutes!
And it's not like she blended in with the hideous coat either!!
Thank god I don't work tomorrow and don't have to see him on the train because that was just entirely too obvious!
Let the countdown begin!!
Only 6 more days until I go to London for work....and get to see Texas Cinderella!!!! All on the company $$!!!!
WOOHOO!!!!!
I'm old enough to be his mother....
Last night on the train, newsboy saw some guy that is friends with his parents....
They started talking and I overheard the following:
--He went traveling in Europe this past summer because, and I quote, "It was my last summer"
--The summer before that he did an internship in New York.
Through my amazing powers of deduction, I have deduced that at the oldest (meaning he was just in graduate school), he would be at the oldest 26....he's just a BABY!!!!
I won't even date guys my age let alone younger than me!!! (Ok, well I won't be seeing anyone younger than me any more....it was after all only that one time....) I guess this love affair is over before it's even begun...though I did see him again today and he did pretty blatantly look me up and down...
I guess it's pretty harmless to obsess and stare...it gives me something to do on the two hour train ride home!!
