Nice huh? It’s a rental.

Last weekend my car got hit by a giant, blue, kiddie-stealing van. While parked. In the Wal-Mart parking lot. If the cop who did the police report hadn’t been smokin hot the whole event would have been terrible. I kept my cool though. The guy ended up leaving but my car was still drivable and I am well insured so I was okay. 

Backstory aside, on Monday I took my car in to get fixed and to pick up my rental car. I was sitting there talking to the Enterprise guy and he says ” Yeah your car is on the way. It’s a PT Cruiser.” Wait what? I drive a modest little Chevy Cavalier. Bring me something like that you know? Like a Toyota Camry or something. Don’t bring me a car that will make me sad when my real car is fixed and I have to give back the rental. Ugh. I don’t even really know if I LIKE PT Crusiers (it kind of makes me feel stupid) but it’s still WAY nicer than my real car and it’s all clean and shiny. This is all a ploy to get me to buy a new car, I just know it.

Version 2.0

The other day I was in the car with my mother. Somehow, in the course of the conversation, it came up that I use a different voice when I am on the phone with her than I do with other people. The “Family Voice” if you will. She got a little upset and offended by this, thinking it meant I was warning my friends I was on the phone with her or that it meant I don’t tell her as much as I would someone else. 

I told her that this was not the case. She simply got an “upgraded” version of me. Me 2.0. I explained that this means she gets a softer, more polite tone and an upgraded social filter (by upgraded I mean she actually GETS as social filter. Something I don’t normally have.) She seemed satisfied by this explanation but I think now she is wondering what I am like without the upgraded social filter……She really doesn’t want to know.

Today’s blog brought to you by the letter ‘I’.

So I guess I missed the memo. The other day I was made aware that my people (read: The Queers) added an additional letter to the already-a-mouthful abbreviation LGBTQ….I. I was confused. Where did this letter come from? Of course I googled it. It stands for Intersex. Okay that makes sense to me completely. We are an all encompassing community. We love everyone. But where is the line? I mean I don’t want to exclude anyone but it seems that we might be getting to the point where we just call ourselves the “Everyone but Straight ppl” Community. That’s rude huh? Why exclude the straight people. We include every other form of gender and orientation. 

I’m kidding. Sort of. I mean I think it’s important for people, such as myself, who are outside the traditional heterosexual world to have a community to feel part of. However, it kind of gets to this point where it really does just mean everyone…. except straight people. I suppose the biggest argument is that heterosexuals have the whole world for their community. No one cares if you are heterosexual. But anything else….? Oh no that’s not good. I guess what I’m saying is I see two sides to this and in typical “me” fashion, I don’t have a solid opinion either way. I love my straight friends as much as I love my LGBTQI ones. We shouldn’t have to have a crazy long abbreviated community. We should just be part of the rest of the world. As equals. Oh…I guess I did have an opinion. It sure took me too long to get here.

I’m over it. Finally.

So it’s been a minute. Lots of things have happened. Things none of you really care about. But I’m here to say…. I’m over it. I’m over him. I AM OVER HIM! And that, my friends, is what you call CLOSURE!

Thanks for ruining my life Myspace.

Raise your hand if you have a Myspace? No one? That’s because you are not a loser like me. Well let me tell, Myspace has a lot of handy little features. One they added recently is this fun little box that tells you who you should be friends with because Myspace has noticed that you have friends in common. This is kind of fun. I mean I have found some long lost friends because of it. Well lately it has just been a pain in my ass and this is why….

The ex’s new girl toy is friends with like five of my friends so Myspace thinks it is Very Important that we become friends. In fact, Myspace thinks it is so important that every fucking time I log in that little box says that I should add her. I DON’T WANT TO ADD HER! I wish that Myspace would respect this decision and leave me alone. That is all.

When you start to feel like you are drinking too much you probably need another shot.

So I was doing pretty good there for a little while, trouble is sometimes my life lacks the ability to produce events worth blogging about and I have yet to hone that little talent of blogging about the random shit that crosses my mind. Mostly because…well I don’t think some of it is appropriate even for a personal blog………sorry drifted off.

So last week I drank. I drank a lot and a lot. I suppose I was in the “Fuck you fuck you fuck you!” phase of getting over The Ex. So I drank away my sorrows and free beer night on Wednesday. Woke up still a little drunk and went to work at seven fifteen on Thursday. On Friday I partied it up with a new cute artist friend at an art opening and an after party at some kind of underground, gallery club thing. Then Saturday I drank my ass of at a Special Party for Special People. No I don’t care to elaborate. 

All in all it was a pretty drunken week/weekend. I think I will slow it down this week. In fact I haven’t had a drink since Saturday. Of course once Friday rolls around all bets are off.

I’m Hungover.

On another note. Yesterday I was driving around town, minding my own business when I came up behind a car with this on it’s vanity plate: THANXJC. 

Now given that I live in Oklahoma one could reasonably assume that this meant Jesus Christ because everyone knows the most appropriate way to thank someone for dying for your sins or whateverthehell he did is to put it on your license plate. I, however, choose to believe that they were thanking this guy:

That’s right. I believe that bible thumpin soccer mom was actually thanking JC Chasez for his contribution to N’Sync. And she’s right to do so. Everyone knows he was the real brains behind the whole operation.

Healing.

It’s been one week. It’s been one week since Mr. Mysterious told me he wasn’t in love with me and didn’t know if he ever would be. I know none of you want to hear any sappy details so I won’t go there. It’s been a long week. We were supposed to spend Valentine’s weekend together so that whole two days felt like one giant roller coaster. I would feel better and the next moment I would fall apart. Now I suppose I have reached a turning point. He has been ignoring me. He doesn’t seem to want to talk to me at all even though I am not the one who ended it. I will be here when he is ready. I will be here if he ever decides that he can love me the way he says he wants to. I will be here to be his friend. However, I will not plague myself any longer. I will not make any more attempts at contacting him. He has my number. When he is past this, he can call. I still hurt. I still miss him everyday. But I will not let my wound fester. I have to let it heal.

Exhaustion is me.

So I was going to really try and do P90X straight through the 90 days but alas I am not in that good of shape. So today, which should be day three, is going to be break day. I think I’ll just go to the gym for some light cardio. The reason for this is that my arms and back are still so sore from day one that I fear after the Arm and Shoulder work out I am supposed to do today, my arms will just give out on me, and that would be bad. 

 

Busy day tomorrow. My day off work will be spent job hunting and trying to figure out how financially screwed I am because I chose to get an education. I suppose it will all work out. 

I’ll be back soon but if you will please excuse me, my cat is climbing up somewhere she shouldn’t be…..

I. Am. So. Predictable.

I knew this would happen. I went on hiatus….again, but now that I have had my heart broken and have no more boyfriend to tie up all my time I have made some resolutions to myself. First and foremost I have to start focusing on my career. In order to do this without worrying about money every. single. day. I am probably going to be moving back into my parents house. This decision is not final but I have been turning it over and over in my mind. 

 

I’m so disappointed in myself for not focusing on my career earlier but I have always done this. I let myself get so tied up in a relationship that I put other things on the back burner. That stops now. I plan on putting all the energy that I put into my relationship into other things. 

 

Okay, second of all I am putting more focus on my fitness. This is another thing I have done over and over again. I try to focus on it and then I let it go. Well I bought P90X and I am on day two. I am more sore than I have ever been but I feel amazing!

 

Last, and by no means least, I want to blog. Not only will blogging improve my writing but I will be able to build a network of people outside of my friends in Real Life. So here it goes people! Let’s get excited!