Sunday, July 4, 2010
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Sunday, June 27, 2010
Trying to get the hang of this....
I'm pretty good at figuring out stuff on the internet but Posterous kind of scares me.
Hope I'm doing this right.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Back spasms
Haven't had them in a while. Didn't miss them at all. I hate my back. I want a new one. Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
Friday, June 4, 2010
Untitled
Just testing this out to see if it works because I still don't understand what I am doing.
Plus it's 3:17a and I just took a Klonopin.
Plus it's 3:17a and I just took a Klonopin.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Bah Humbug
Christmas used to be my favorite holiday. I loved listening to the Christmas songs, seeing decorations everywhere, knowing it was around the corner...now? Not so much. Now Christmas is a nuisance, it's a painful reminder of how single I actually am. Besides my immediate family I have no one to buy gifts for. Christmas isn't fun for me. There are no kids in the family and the day itself is uneventful. The commercials annoy me. Especially the jewelry commercials which I mentioned in my last entry. I change the channel now. Those reminders of just how alone I am don't help my mood.
It seems like every year something bad happens. In all honestly the last year that was good from start to finish for me was 2000. 2001 was pretty awful. 2002 the same, 2003 yeah bad, 2004 ugh, 2005...actually 2005 was mostly okay. 2006 AWFUL. 2007 more of the same. 2008 had some really good parts but ended on a shitty note and now here we are in 2009 and as usual I'm happy for the end of the year's arrival.
What will 2010 bring? Who the hell knows.
But I am foolishly hopeful that something good will happen. That mostly good things will happen. 2000, 2005, 2010...it could happen, right?
Stay tuned.
It seems like every year something bad happens. In all honestly the last year that was good from start to finish for me was 2000. 2001 was pretty awful. 2002 the same, 2003 yeah bad, 2004 ugh, 2005...actually 2005 was mostly okay. 2006 AWFUL. 2007 more of the same. 2008 had some really good parts but ended on a shitty note and now here we are in 2009 and as usual I'm happy for the end of the year's arrival.
What will 2010 bring? Who the hell knows.
But I am foolishly hopeful that something good will happen. That mostly good things will happen. 2000, 2005, 2010...it could happen, right?
Stay tuned.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Holiday Blues
I should be happy. I have a job, I'm healthy and things are getting better for me...and yet I cry daily. Not for a long time. It's usually just short bursts of tears at random points of the day. Sometimes they just happen for no reason, other times something sets me off. A song, a smell, a sight...I think it's the time of the year. It makes us single people feel even more alone. I'd like to be with someone for the Holidays just once.
I have to change the channel every time a Kay Jewelers commercial comes on. I get irrationally angry at them. Every kiss begins with Kay? How about every kick begins with Kay? Ugh. And 'He went to Jared'? Another vomit inducing commercial. I'd like to punch Jared in the gut.
Oh wow there I go again. Crying. So annoying. At least I don't do it in front of people and if I feel like it's going to happen in front of people I calm myself down. I psyche myself out so to speak. I nearly burst into tears on the train last night for no reason. And I almost always cry before I go to bed...alone.
Pathetic.
What is the point of this entry? There is no point. I'm rambling about nonsense. Maybe that's why I'm single ;-)
I have to change the channel every time a Kay Jewelers commercial comes on. I get irrationally angry at them. Every kiss begins with Kay? How about every kick begins with Kay? Ugh. And 'He went to Jared'? Another vomit inducing commercial. I'd like to punch Jared in the gut.
Oh wow there I go again. Crying. So annoying. At least I don't do it in front of people and if I feel like it's going to happen in front of people I calm myself down. I psyche myself out so to speak. I nearly burst into tears on the train last night for no reason. And I almost always cry before I go to bed...alone.
Pathetic.
What is the point of this entry? There is no point. I'm rambling about nonsense. Maybe that's why I'm single ;-)
Saturday, November 28, 2009
No Holds Barred
I'm not censoring myself anymore. I will talk about how I feel and I don't care if it bothers certain people. I'm being selfish now because I have to make myself happy.
But not tonight because I'm too tired.
But not tonight because I'm too tired.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
April Showers
Rainy night
Cambridge Hotel room
Secret meeting
Removed clothes
Right away
The bed first
Awkward
Timid
Then
Comfortable
familiar
the bathroom counter second
Sexy
Naughty
Fun
Then
The bed again
Dirty
Hot
Sweaty
Didn’t want it to end
But it had to.
Cambridge Hotel room
Secret meeting
Removed clothes
Right away
The bed first
Awkward
Timid
Then
Comfortable
familiar
the bathroom counter second
Sexy
Naughty
Fun
Then
The bed again
Dirty
Hot
Sweaty
Didn’t want it to end
But it had to.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Walk off Victories are AWESOME
My brother and I have been to a lot of good games at the old Yankee Stadium. Our most recent walk off victory before last night was on May 16th 2006 when the Yankees came back to beat Texas 14-13 after being down 9-0 in the 2nd inning.
Last night's game was a pitching duel. The Orioles struck first with one run in the first and the Yankees answered with one run of their own in the second. After that there were lots of ground ball outs, double plays galore and dazzling defensive plays on both ends. Andy Pettitte made me eat my words. Good on him.
By the 8th inning I was getting a bit worried that my Yankee jeans mojo was running out. It seemed like the Yankees were never going to be able to score another run and the Orioles kept getting close. I figured they were going to strike first especially since Hughes and Mo were not available out of the bullpen. My fear was they would score and I'd have to see Brian Bruney give up 4 more runs. Thankfully that didn't happen.
When the bottom of the 9th started I had this odd feeling of calm come over me. I was in a good mood all day and I felt like I was going to be rewarded for it. And I was right. Although truthfully my feeling was that A Rod was going to the hero. I don't think I've ever seen A Rod get a walk off hit. I've seen Tony Womack of all people get a walk off hit. Come on. Anyway, back to the game. Matsui was fighting off pitches and broke his bat. And just before that last pitch I did this thing with my thumbs. I had my hands clasped together but my thumbs were side by side. Right as he released the pitch I crossed my right thumb over my left thumb...and then BOOM! Game over.
The greatest thing about it was it finally made the obnoxiously loud Orioles fans sitting across the aisle from me shut up. Jerks.
We had a great view of the trajectory of the home run from our seats in Section 410.
So I left the Stadium a happy girl, my Yankee jeans win streak was still in tact, (4-0 so far) and my boys are now in a first place tie.
Hells yeah.
Last night's game was a pitching duel. The Orioles struck first with one run in the first and the Yankees answered with one run of their own in the second. After that there were lots of ground ball outs, double plays galore and dazzling defensive plays on both ends. Andy Pettitte made me eat my words. Good on him.
By the 8th inning I was getting a bit worried that my Yankee jeans mojo was running out. It seemed like the Yankees were never going to be able to score another run and the Orioles kept getting close. I figured they were going to strike first especially since Hughes and Mo were not available out of the bullpen. My fear was they would score and I'd have to see Brian Bruney give up 4 more runs. Thankfully that didn't happen.
When the bottom of the 9th started I had this odd feeling of calm come over me. I was in a good mood all day and I felt like I was going to be rewarded for it. And I was right. Although truthfully my feeling was that A Rod was going to the hero. I don't think I've ever seen A Rod get a walk off hit. I've seen Tony Womack of all people get a walk off hit. Come on. Anyway, back to the game. Matsui was fighting off pitches and broke his bat. And just before that last pitch I did this thing with my thumbs. I had my hands clasped together but my thumbs were side by side. Right as he released the pitch I crossed my right thumb over my left thumb...and then BOOM! Game over.
The greatest thing about it was it finally made the obnoxiously loud Orioles fans sitting across the aisle from me shut up. Jerks.
We had a great view of the trajectory of the home run from our seats in Section 410.
So I left the Stadium a happy girl, my Yankee jeans win streak was still in tact, (4-0 so far) and my boys are now in a first place tie.
Hells yeah.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
I Hate You
Dear Asshole,
Any lingering feelings I may have had for you are gone. I am better off without you in my life and I am a better person than you. You are an immature jerk and you are a miserable excuse for a human being.
Have a nice life, no wait, don't.
Me
Any lingering feelings I may have had for you are gone. I am better off without you in my life and I am a better person than you. You are an immature jerk and you are a miserable excuse for a human being.
Have a nice life, no wait, don't.
Me
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