05.30.2003 - - - 5:40 PM
I have come to the realization that I will always have a butt. I am wearing these jeans today that are that stonewashed color, really pale blue...sort of 80's, in a way. And I feel as though they accentuate my butt. As do the construction workers over on San Fernando Avenue. After I heard some comments about it, I started looking at my rear in the windows I walked by. Yeah, it's out there. I'm not saying that I'm fat or whatever, just that I have a butt that, I feel, is large in proportion to my overall size. Which is fine. Doesn't everyone want a big butt now, thanks to J. Lo? I'm just waiting for someone on Extreme Makeover to get butt implants. I will die. I can hardly watch that show, anyway. It's just too gory. If anything, it makes me never want to get plastic surgery EVER. You know, unless it was necessary because I was hideously mangled in a car accident or something. But let's not go down that path. On my "lunch" today, I went to Party America and bought a bunch of accessories to decorate ourselves with for the Pub Crawl tomorrow. Everyone has to have some sort of Hawaiian theme, so I went crazy in the luau section of the store. There was so much to choose from! It's going to be a good time. Two years ago, I worked at one of the bars, and all the people participating were so nice and crazy, so I swore to myself that I would be in it the next year. And I was! Last year, Jax, Bells, Woodsy, Kimmi, and I had an insane amount of fun. I love seeing everyone's costumes. I bought our team visors for tomorrow...well, they are called Margarita visors, and let me tell you, I was cracking up in the store looking at them. We're going to look pretty classic when we're finally dressed...and of course, there will be pictures. I also went and bought myself a white tank top, which Jax and Bells will be decorating, and I bought The Boyfriend a stylish red spooner. We'll be head-turners, oh yeah. More than usual. Since we're all so pretty. Even The Boyfriend. P.S. I'm getting my new work computer on Monday, so if I haven't figured out my home internet access situation by then, you all will have to wait until Tuesday to hear about my fabulous weekend. Wipe away the tears.

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05.29.2003 - - - 4:33 PM
I'm hearing all this commotion about a sniper in a building that near the 5 freeway. Because of his proximity to the freeway, the 5 is closed in both directions all around him. And the 134 is closed around him, too. I love it when traffic is even worse than normal. Now I'm hearing the sniper is dead. Well. I hope that means that by the time I leave traffic will be better. OPEN THE FREEWAY! They have 60 - 90 minutes to make everything better. Because it's all about me!!! Yesterday I spent a nice night with my parents. I went out there after work and we chatted about all kinds of stuff and relaxed. Then I tried to figure out the mess that is their internet service provider. Adelphia is supposed to be big on customer service, but everyone I called could not give me a definitive answer about anything. So frustrating. And, on May 31st, I might have to find a new home connection to the internet. Which sucks, because my connection has flown under the radar for two years. Two! Free! Years! I don't know if this will effect my email address...well, I have a million, but the one I use the most is through GTE...who sold out to Verizon...who sold out to Adelphia. And Adelphia is messing it all up! Boy, I am starting to compile a list of companies that stink. Speaking of stink, I went to go ship some CDs, and when I came back to my office it totally smelled like cologne. And it still does. I can't figure out what caused it. I can see maybe, in the morning, someone smelling strongly of cologne, but who puts on fresh cologne at 4:25? Oooh...stoners! I bet someone went to celebrate 4:20 and then tried to get rid of that smell. I know you're like, "you work in an office, who leaves to go smoke pot?" My answer to you is, I work in the music industry. A surprising amount of people do this. But DON'T WORRY MOM I'm not one of them. Ha, The Boss disappears all the time! JUST KIDDING, I would never insinuate something like that about my boss. Seriously. He's the best. Moving on. Tonight, the roommates and I are going to Target to get Hawaiian stuff to wear to the big party on the pier this weekend. After that, I have to get back to making my room a less-cluttered place to be. It's hard, because I'm a pack-rat, so de-cluttering the room means I have to throw away stuff. That's a difficult thing for a pack rat to do. It must be done, though. I'm being engulfed by clutter! P.S. Still no pictures...there are a lot! I'm sorry! This photo of D Wop will have to hold you over.
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05.28.2003 - - - 5:23 PM
That damn baby commercial is for Amtrak. I now officially hate Amtrak. ALL because of that baby commercial. Actually, I should have hated Amtrak before because my gramma was riding in one of their trains back in 2000 and the damn thing DERAILED and bruised up my grammy but good. So, Amtrak, YOU SUCK! And, what is with your stupid funky spelling? I hate that. Okay, so I hate Amtrak because of their commercial, for bruising my gramma, and for their stupid spelling. Three strikes, they're out. I went out to lunch today with my boss one of our artists and her producer. It was fun, but now I am so stuffed. I feel just so gross today, even though I am in a FAR better mood than I was yesterday. After getting all moody with The Boyfriend on the phone last night, I took some deep breaths, played some solitaire on my computer, and then called him back and apologized. Then I went to bed early, and that did me all kinds of good. This morning I got up early and went for a run. Look at me, all productive! I'm just mad at myself because, after working really hard for the last half of 2002 to lose weight, I've gotten lazy and gained a lot back. So, back to the hard work because it's summer and I will be wearing a bathing suit! And, because I feel a lot better when I'm slimmer - I feel more healthy. And I spent a bunch of money on those new clothes and they need to fit! And because I got rid of a lot of the old clothes that I had before I lost weight! And because I bought my bridesmaid dress for Tara's wedding when I was at my thinnest! And a million more reasons to lose weight. I do have to say, though, that the baby commercial really pushes me to the edge. That, and yesterday the powers that be decided it would be a good idea to fertilize the lawn outside my office building, even though it was about 187 degrees outside. It smelled SO bad, I thought I would die. Okay, moving onto more positive things, this picture encapsulates this last weekend for me. I like to call it, "My Favorite Accessory and Me." This particular picture was taken at Lattitudes in Redondo Beach. Yummy frozen boozie drinks! I'm sure all the drinks I had there, and everywhere else this weekend, have NOTHING to do with how bloated and icky I feel today. Nothing at all. Just like all the drinks I'll be enjoying this weekend at this fun event. I was going through my pictures from the weekend, and I actually took a ton of pictures, so I probably won't have time to upload all of them until tomorrow of Friday. So if you are one of my posse here looking for them, SIMMA! Don't I always send out emails when I upload pictures? That's right, I do. It's a service from ME to YOU.
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05.27.2003 - - - 5:00 PM
There is this commercial that the local radio stations are playing here in L.A. I have no idea what it is advertising because it makes my blood boil when I hear it. There is some dude interpreting baby talk. And that is what drive me fucking crazy - the sound of that baby's voice. First, I love the babies. I plan on getting me some one day when they're on sale. Second, I think the babies have very adorable little voices. The sound of a baby's laugh gets my ovaries a-goin'. It's the sound of THIS baby...more specifically, the sound of the adult who is making the baby sounds. I can't describe it. Maybe it's the frequency of the voice or something. Whatever it is, when I hear that little freaky baby coo, it sends me into a murderous rage. I just totally flip out. This morning, as I was driving to work, I heard it and almost got into an accident. Add to the fact that I was very tired this morning, and that pretty much set my mood for the day. Especially since I have heard the damn commercial AT LEAST six times today. If I didn't suddenly start to have an attack when I heard it, I would know what company is doing this to me and I would SEND THEM HATE MAIL. Man. I hate. Okay, moving onto happier things, I had a really, really fun weekend. I got to hang out with a ton of my friends, and I did a lot of drinking. Enough to make up for that three-day period last week when I couldn't. It was drinks on Thursday, a happy hour party on Friday, Lattitudes on Saturday (I have pictures that I'll post tomorrow), a BBQ on Sunday, and then yesterday I met my parents for lunch and shopping. After that, I came home and met up with some of the ladies for drinks at Hennessy's, which turned into a drunk karaoke night at Point 705. And it ended with Jax, Bells, and me eating TWO boxes of Kraft Mac and Cheese at 1 in the morning. Yeah. So, I'm cranky and not in a good mood today, even though I had a fabu weekend. I blame that damn baby commercial.
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05.22.2003 - - - 4:33 PM
Well. Ruben won. By the time they finally announced the winner, I almost didn't care anymore. That two hour monstrosity of a TV show drained me of my energy. All the local neighbor kids, plus K and The Boyfriend came over for our little viewing party. At first, it was fun. We made fun of the skits, especially the Paula/Simon lovers parody (with the Tivo, I paused it when they were kissing just to gross everyone out), and ate munchies. But, DAMN! I forgot just how long the finale was last year. I think it didn't feel as long then because I liked Justin and Kelly so much. Clay? I despise Clay. Ruben? Eh, he's cute with his dimples, but I worry about a guy who will break a sweat STANDING UP. I want to love him long time, but I just don't think I can bring myself to do it. I don't have the same affection for him that I have for Kelly. I'm sure I'll buy Ruben's CD, though. Because I buy everything. You know what they say, you always love your first. I have a moral dilemma for tomorrow. It's a half day at work, meaning everyone will be gone at 1. It's also a half day for my NYC office, which means when I get here they will be leaving. The Boss isn't coming in. He told me that I could come whenever, leave whenever, do whatever I wanted. Well, I don't want to come in. When The Boss left earlier, he said, "See you on Tuesday," NOT talk to you tomorrow. So, what do I do? Do I come in? Or do I just stay home and go to the beach? Or do I come in really early and then leave really early? I know, you're like, girl, PLEASE, give me a REAL problem! But, still, I consider these things. As much as I like to complain about working, I love my job and want to get far in this business. So I worry about what people think. Tonight, I am having drinks with Hardcore!! Woo, they are much deserved. I'm so ready for this three day (maybe four day!) weekend - it's the beginning of a great summer! AND, tomorrow I am having a Happy Hour at my favorite bar, so it will be the perfect kick off for the weekend. Ah, summer, take me to bed or lose me forever.
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05.21.2003 - - - 4:50 PM
Buffy is over! I miss it already. It was a great ending, but now I have all these questions: Where are they going to live now? What is going to happen to all of the Slayers? What about the Hellmouth in Detroit? DID THEY EVER MAKE IT TO THE MALL? These are important questions, people! I love Buffy. I've loved every single episode since the pilot for the last seven years. Seven! Crazy. Woo, Buffy! I had fun last night over at K's apartment watching it with him, my mom, my cousin, Lisa the Great, and some of K's friends. It was a nice way to end my weird day. I was at the doctor yesterday, where they ran a bunch of tests. The tests were...interesting. They basically were TRYING to make me dizzy with different stimuli. I had electrodes on my head that measured my brain waves to see if my brain was telling me I was moving when I really wasn't. I felt soooo sick after, so I'm glad my mom was there. I'm still out of sorts a bit. Of course, I won't get the results for TWO MORE WEEKS. So damn annoying. There's more money down the drain! They had BETTER figure out what the hell is wrong with me, because I think The Boss is getting a little squicked out by me repeatedly having to leave for a doctor appointment. That is the fourth one, with the fifth in two weeks. I bet he thinks I have the SARS or something. On Monday, I met up with three of my friends for dinner and catching up. It was fun, I haven't hung out with one of them in a long time so it was great to hear what's been going on with her. And, to gossip, of course, because it is impossible for four women to get together and not talk about other women. Impossible. Even thought it was mostly, "so and so is doing this," kind of talking. Tonight is the American Idol finale. If Clay wins, all the world will hear my scream. And Jax's and Bells', because we dislike Clay intensely. INTENSELY. Go Ruben! GO! I'll buy your CD!
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05.19.2003 - - - 4:09 PM
OK, I'm a bad person. I was just walking down the hall here at work, with the intention of using the ladies room. There was a man and a woman walking right in front of me, and I assumed they were a couple because they were holding hands. The man was wearing sunglasses, but that actually isn't weird here in my building, where everyone is obsessed with being cool. As I'm walking, I start to get annoyed because the couple is walking soooooooo slow, and they are taking up the entire hallway because...okay, they are both chubby. I slow down my pace so I'm not RIGHT ON TOP OF THEM, and they arrive at the women's restroom. I thought maybe they were going to let me pass, but then the woman opened the door and started to lead the man in. I immediately thought, "oh my God, they're gonna get it on in the bathroom! I can't use the bathroom while they're in there!" Then I actually LOOKED at the guy, and I realized he was blind. He had the walking stick and everything, it was just kind of folded up. "Then I thought, well, I can still go to the bathroom, he won't see me." THEN I remembered the comic (note that I did NOT say movie) Daredevil, and how Matt Murdoc's other senses were heightened to make up for his blindness. Which would mean that this blind dude would totally hear me pee with complete clarity, and I wasn't down with that. So I turned and walked past the bathroom, as though that's where I had been heading all along. Unfortunately, the woman leading him into the bathroom totally saw me change my path, so now she probably thinks I'm a bitch. Oh well. It would just be weird, that's all I'm saying! I'm glad I have my eyesight. If I didn't, I wouldn't have been able to enjoy the disaster that was Christina Haguilera's outfit at Wango Tango. She looked so cold. But, that's what happens when you wear practically nothing. I have to say, though, that her stage show has improved greatly since the last time I saw her. FOR A WORK EVENT! I don't want anyone thinking that I paid money to see her. Anyway, the concert was entertaining, and I had fun with Ash and Nonie, even though I was pretty hung over from the night before. Jell-O shots, anyone? After a crazy weekend, it was so nice to go to The Boyfriend's place and be chill. We played music and cooked on his new BBQ. Yummy! This week brings more Dr. visits, dinners, and the end of American Idol and, most importantly, THE END of Buffy. I read in a news article that several characters will die. Oh, the horror! I will cry is my favorites bite the big one. Buckets. But Dawn, she can die and I will rejoice. Right now, only two of my four readers even know who Dawn is. But that's okay! And, of those two, ONE agrees with me! Right, Princess Leah?! Down with Dawn!
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05.16.2003 - - - 3:56 PM
Oh my God. My day was CRAP yesterday (until I got home). First, I woke up with puffy eyes. That's because that Stupid Ass Dawson's Creek with their dying Jen and dying Grams made me cry. When Grams said, "I'll see you soon," to Jen after she died, well, you would have cried, too! Jax cried, we are not afraid to admit it. Even if we yelled, "Fuck you Dawson's Creek!" on the commercial. Anyway, after I arrived at work, my voice mail wasn't working so I couldn't access my messages. Great. While I worked away, my message light taunted me. On my lunch, I went to Cost Co and Vons to get my dinner shopping done. I love going to Cost Co at lunch time, I fill up on the free samples and it makes me happy. I returned to my office with a full belly, and sat down at my desk to get back to work. My screen was black, but I didn't think anything of it, I just assumed it was in power save mode. I moved the mouse around, but nothing happened on the screen. I clicked the mouse button, still nothing. So, I hit the power button on my monitor, turning it off then turning it back on. I waited for the image to fade in, when suddenly there was a loud "POP/SNAP" from the back of the monitor. St. Paddy came running into my office, "What was that? Oh, shit, look at your monitor!" I got up, and the top of my monitor, where the ventilation is, was all black. And it smelled. So, after making the monitor pop a few more times, I called tech support, who assured me someone would be out to fix it that day. Which meant I had absolutely nothing to do until the monitor was repaired. I did as much as I could. I attempted a budget WITHOUT a calculator, which was scary, but I couldn't finish it because some of the figures I needed were on the computer. Then I cleaned my office. Then I sat. I sat at my desk for THREE HOURS with nothing to do, waiting for tech support to come fix my damn broken piece of crap. I wrote memos. I made sure every event was in my palm pilot. I composed haiku. And the tech support people STILL didn't come. So, at 5:00, I left. And sat in Dodger Stadium traffic and Staples Center traffic. Ah. So nice. I was SO HAPPY to turn into my driveway at home! And my driveway was happy to see me. I made a really yummy dinner last night, chicken enchiladas with rice and beans on the side. I was so proud of myself. Jax, Bells, and The Boyfriend said it was good, which made me happy. The Boyfriend went back for seconds! Yay! We also saw the lunar eclipse, which was really cool. It was so, The Boyfriend...Jax, Bells. So, it was a good night, a nice way to end a crappy work day. I swear, my computer is out to get me. Next, my printer will die. Or my keyboard. This weekend should be lots of fun, even though I have to follow all my doctor imposed guidelines. Tonight is girls' night, and tomorrow I'm going to the big KIIS FM concert at the Rose Bowl. Then, on Sunday I'm hanging out with The Boyfriend, who totally and completely rocks WAY more than Wango Tango!
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05.14.2003 - - - 4:55 PM
Today, my computer is being such a little bitch. I've had to restart about 187 times, it send my emails hours late, kicks me off Instant Messenger, and is generally a PIECE OF CRAP. I think it got wind that in a few weeks, I am getting a BRAND NEW hard drive! Yeah! I'm so happy about it, I'm beside myself. I've spent all my free time in the last few days saving the stuff I MUST have to disk. I just know there will be one thing I forget, and the computer people won't switch it over...and all hell will break loose. But, until then, my current computer is determined to make my life miserable. I have piles of work today, but I've actually gotten a lot accomplished. I went through my boxes of product (a.k.a. CDs) and actually got it all organized and put away. Now I have a pile of empty boxes in my office, but that's better than what it was before. I've been put in charge of Grammy submissions here for the Music Label. I received all my materials today for will be interesting. I'm getting oriented tomorrow. I hope this means I get to go to the Grammys. Let's see, what else...well, besides my pile of work, I found it necessary to out my head on my desk for a moment. A moment that turned into about 15. I wish I felt rested from my little nap. I always wonder if anyone comes into my office when this happens. I think I should tell people I'm narcoleptic. Actually, I had a soda today, and I think that made me crash. And, yes, it had caffeine, but in my defense, they don't make diet orange soda! Or, if they do, they don't sell it in my vending machine at work. I needed it! My birthday, in case you were wondering, is only 44 days away. Here is a poem I wrote about it:

My birthday is just days away
A day that's all for me.
I plan to eat and drink and skip
And maybe climb a tree.

What do I want? My friends all ask
(They're sweet to want to know).
Well, nothing too unusual:
A giant blonde afro.

I think the 'fros are glorious
All curly, thick, and high.
If I were to posses one it
Would make me supa fly.

My 'fro and I could do it all
Stop crime, kick ass, take names,
Yet still find time to grab a drink
And go dance with the dames.

So as I blow my candles out
I wish this for my mane
Please work into a 'fro for me!
The world we then will reign.

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05.13.2003 - - - 4:32 PM
You know, I might actually have something to write about if I ever left my office. Here I am, staring at the screen, and all I can think about is the song that's playing on the radio ("Ignition" by R. Kelly - hello web surfers). I haven't taken a lunch in a few days now, spanning back to last week. Which means I'm sitting at my desk for nine straight hours, give or take. I really need to make a point to get outside, especially since it's getting so nice out again. It would behoove me to go for a walk on my lunch: I need to lose about 5-7 pounds by the end of July for the big wedding. So a little exercise wouldn't kill me now, would it? Actually, I really should get back into the habit of going for walks with Jax and Woodsy, we did that last year and it was great to get out after work. I'll have to see what they think. So, tonight is the second-to-last new episode of Buffy. I'm actually taping it because I'll be having dinner with my two fabulous friends, Bri and Cat. I've decided that there is no better way to watch a show than when you can fast forward through the commercials, or when you can rewind the show in case you missed something. This is crucial for the hard of hearing, like myself. Sometimes the closed captions just don't get everything. When I watched the Survivor finale on Sunday, not only could I not hear half of it, but I had to sit through commercials. It is so much better to go ahead with your life and let technology make sure you see all your shows. Plus, you waste less time - commercials take up at least eight minutes of time for every thirty minutes of programming.Wow, this has to be one of my most fascinating entries ever. Okay, so, I can't remember where I got this picture, but check out the moves that mouse has! It's a little mousie whore! It's taking charge, though...maybe it's a Mouse John.
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05.12.2003 - - - 4:19 PM
Well, you can just throw me in with the rest of the stunned. I can't believe Jenna won Survivor. I haven't talked about the show here at all...mostly because I usually tape it and watch it over the weekend, and I don't update on the weekends. I have watched all the seasons of Survivor, and I have to say that this one was one of the best. Until the end. I can't believe Jenna won. I can't believe Matthew only got ONE vote! And, I can't believe how nicely Matthew cleaned up. He looked so much more normal with a clean-shaven face, clean hair, and some weight on him. But then he'd start to talk...and I remembered that he was totally nuts. I read on the Survivor website that in 2002, before the show was cast, Matthew was one of People Magazine's 50 Most Eligible Bachelors. That is just too weird. And, I can't wrap my head around Heidi having the third-highest I.Q. of all the Survivors - higher than the ROCKET SCIENTIST. She acted like such a dumb blonde...thanks for making us look bad, bitch! She had this perfect opportunity to show that blondes can be smart. Or, even, that people with boob jobs are smart! He boob job is absolutely one of the worst I've ever seen, and I live in L.A. where I see a million boob jobs a day. I really think that if she hadn't had those two nasty knockers on her chest, she wouldn't have been so hated. It's going to take some time for me to realize that Jenna actually won. Poor, poor Rob. He should have won. Okay, I'm going to stop thinking about it. I had a very nice weekend. I ate out for just about every meal, which was great to my tongue but brutal on my wallet. At the track, I only won 20 cents. On one race. I have the worst luck, this is why I don't gamble. I brought everyone else good luck, though - one of the people I was with won $86, and The Boyfriend won $13.80, which isn't bad considering he only made a $2 bet! I am the best Good Luck Charm...for everyone but me. I should just accept it. I spent yesterday with my mom and we had a fabulous Mother's Day (save the Survivor outcome). I cant' believe Memorial Day Weekend is in less than two weeks. I can't wait for a nice, long weekend! It really will be kicking off my summer, I have so much going on that I'm looking forward to. And, the long weekend will be a nice reward for all the different things I'll be abstaining from leading up to my doctor visit next week. The list of things I can't have is a mile long. I will have to make up for it over the holiday weekend. Summer...just thinking about it brings up all kinds of things I want to do. Go to the beach, rent jet skies, BBQ, have parties, go for bike rides...just be outside a lot. I love living at the beach in the summer, it opens up so many possibilities.
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05.09.2003 - - - 4:33 PM
My brother and I were the cutest kids. But, get a load of the background decor. is so '70's. All browns and oranges and stuff. I remember it all, though. I think if my parents did some switcheroo and that furniture was suddenly back in their house, I wouldn't notice for a good ten minutes. Well, maybe I would, because now their house is way cuter, all bright and airy. We're taking her out to dinner tonight for Mother's Day, and we'll be joined by that certain person who had something very awesome happen to her at work. Woo Woo! So we have two things to celebrate today. My mom kicks ass, though. I want to be just like her when I grow up. Seriously. Although, according to this article, that won't be for a few years. Tomorrow I'm going to the races! The Boyfriend and a bunch of our friends, and I are going to Hollywood Park to watch the ponies. Then, it's off to T's birthday dinner. She's getting so old! Hee, just kidding, my birthday is only 40 days after hers. Have I ever talked about my weird ability with dates? I am a savant. It's weird that I'm so good with knowing what day of the week a certain date is, or how many days it is until a certain event, yet I am so dreadful at all things math. That's why I'm a savant. But, really, it's more about having a good memory and an ability to figure out the year and know your leap years...and, you know what? I'm weird, and I don't want to take away the magic from my dumb party tricks. It's all I have! Anyway, I would like to conclude this entry with a Haiku I wrote about my mom.

A Haiku For My Rockin' Mom
I love my mommy
So lovely, smart, and thoughtful
I am so lucky

Happy Mother's Day, Mom!
(if you even read this)

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05.08.2003 - - - 4:49 PM
God bless America! My prayers have been answered. Joshua Gracin has been voted off American Idol!!! Yay! America has ears, and they also kept Kimberley! I'm afraid that Kimberley is going to get the boot this next week, though. And, UGH! CLAY! YOU ARE SO CREEPY AND NASTY! As The Boyfriend says, he is just begging for an SNL parody. They could fill up a whole episode with Clay parodies! Ugh, I get the heebie jeebies just thinking about him. Right now, I'm listening to Ryan Seacrest's radio show. He has Simon Cowell on, and Simon literally just said everything about Clay that I just did, in his own British way. It's nice to have back up. The boyfriend lent me two CDs that are just amazing: Women Blues Singers and Classic Blues Women. Man, I wish I could sing like that. Wooo eeee! Tonight I have a very exciting night of Must See TV, cleaning, and laundry. It's my reward for a long week. Yes, my reward. I like being all domestic. Besides, it's nice to have a night in with my roomies, especially since they will both be out of town this weekend. Monchichi!!! Hey, The Boyfriend? Get your email working...the day drags when I can't reach you!

For more of today's writing, go here. That's why this entry is so short - I'm burned out!

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05.07.2003 - - - 5:04 PM
I have been getting all these coupons lately for free things. Okay, two, but it's always nice to get free stuff. The first one was from Jamba Juice for a free strawberry smoothie. Don't you know I used that the next day. Then yesterday I got a coupon for a free Starbucks Frappuccino. Ooh...three of my favorite things: Chocolate, Caffeine, and Whipped Cream. The perfect treat in the middle of a loooong Wednesday. Except for one thing: I'm supposed to stay away from chocolate and caffeine. Dr.'s orders. So, what do I do? Do I shun the free offer of goods, or do I listen to the medical professional who went to years of school? Yeah, you know I went and got my free drink today. They DID make it caffeine free...yeah, okay, that's a lie, it was totally caffeinated and full of chocolate. And you know what? I liked it! So sue me! So what if every sip had the potential to render me deaf and dizzy? I live on the edge. In case you were wondering, my Doc didn't really tell me anything I didn't know at my appointment yesterday. He put me on a strict low-sodium, caffeine-chocolate-fried food-alcohol-cheese-free diet, which I have thus far been unable to follow. Because, HELLO, those are all of the best ingredients in the world. It's not like I drink that much caffeine anyway, I've mentioned several times on this website that I have seriously cut back on it. Anyway, so the Doc put me on this diet, and I'm going back in two weeks for more tests. I think it must be stamped somewhere that I pay every time I come in, because this is getting a little ridiculous. I can't believe how long it is taking my doctors to diagnose me. Actually, I have two doctors who have diagnosed me, but there is another one who thinks it's a completely different problem. Oh, that's just great. I love it when my imagination is allowed to run wild with terms like "neuroma" and "acoustic" and "tumor." Words are fun! And while my doctor said he doesn't think it's anything "too serious", I find it hard to think of deaf puppies with tumors and smile. Also, I have to hand it to the City of Burbank. They have so much damn construction in this town that it's impossible to walk down the street without constantly being in danger. Although, lots of construction also means lots of construction workers, so when I'm feeling down about myself all I have to do is walk to the end of the block! Today, as I walked with my contraband frappuccino, I heard, "DAMN! Look at the CABOOSE on that chick!" and, "I like how you work that straw." Yay! I love comments that involve my ass and my fellatio abilities. Hmm...I hesitate to use that word, because I can just see all the pervs that will come to my site. Oh, screw it! I HAVE A BUMPING ASS AND I GIVE GOOD HEAD! Come perverts, come. Note all the words with double meaning in those last few sentences. Of course you did. Because you're not dumb.
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05.05.2003 - - - 4:43 PM
Cinco de Mayo! Oh, memories. I had one Cinco de Mayo with Woodsy that was rather painful on Seiz de Mayo...but, it was totally worth it. Tonight I'm going out with The Boyfriend, etc, and we are getting some yummalicious Mexican food and beverages. Then, I have to prepare for the big Dr. Appointment in the morning. Which should be loads of fun. I can't wait to get the list of things from the doc that I'm not allowed to eat or drink anymore: no more salt, fried food, chocolate, caffeine, alcohol. Hmm, why don't you just tell me to be anorexic? Because those are my five food groups, M.D. So I plan on going out with a bang tonight. I wonder if I can get a chocolate margarita, or maybe some fried chocolate chips. I know I'll have to be responsible with the diet for at LEAST a month to see if these foods have anything to do with my symptoms. Damn. May is gonna suck. And my boss is out sick today, I think he has The SARS. Anyway, my weekend was fabu. The steak place was yummy, and the service was pretty good considering it was their first night open. On Saturday, we had a blast drinking our frozen boozie drinks...but the name of the place has changed. It's no longer "Chillers," it's now "Latitudes." I guess it's under new management. They had these little fliers on every table that said, "New Management! New Friendly Servers! New Furniture!" Um, the servers? NOT friendly. And actually, kind of rude and stupid. I am a huge believer in tipping at least 15% no matter how bad the service, but we made an exception in this case. Dumb, dumb people. Yesterday, I dragged The Boyfriend shopping with me. He was a good boyfriend and didn't complain. Then we saw "Identity". It was good...I didn't like it until I talked out some parts with The Boyfriend, but now looking back, I am enjoying it. I think if I saw it again I would suspend my disbelief at points. Alright, it's time for drinks and burritos. ˇFiesta!
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05.02.2003 - - - 4:08 PM
Friday! Yay, so this week has been crazy, like the rest of them, and I'm so glad it's the weekend. Tonight, The Boyfriend and I are eating at a new place opening in Hermosa Beach called Union Cattle. It's a steakhouse/bar/club, and there is a mechanical bull inside. Yes, a mechanical bull. Jax and I have started calling the place Cattle Ranch, combining the name with the famous place on Sunset Blvd. called Saddle Ranch, which also has a bull. Hopefully, the new place in Hermosa won't have the same clientele. After we stuff and ride, we're meeting up with all the peeps to have a fun night out. Hopefully it won't rain on us. Tomorrow, it's all about breakfast at Le Petite Cafe, which is just down the street from me. They have yummy omelets and Mimosas by the pitcher. Yay! Then it's on to Chillers! It's a cool place in Redondo Beach with frozen boozie drinks, and it's the first Saturday it will be open. That promises to be a loud, fun mess. After that, who knows? The Boyfriend and I have each expressed a desire to go to the movies...I figured out that I have only seen two movies this year that I can remember: Old Skool and A Mighty Wind. That's just sad. So we're going to fix that. And I have to keep shopping for the millions of people who have birthdays approaching. And for my mom for Mother's Day. Yikes, so many presents! I got Bella the best present for her hasn't arrived yet, but I can't wait for her to open it. She'll crack up. My boss is out of town today. What a shocker. It's been a slow Friday, for the most part, so I have actually enjoyed being able to sit and not be on the phone every five seconds. I actually got to eat my lunch without any interruption! And, yeah, I know I don't have to sit at my desk when I eat, and I know I don't have to answer the phone or do anything, but the internet is at my desk. So, I surf the net and eat, I think it's nice and I'm a geek. It's not like the air in Burbank is fresh, or I would eat outside. I've been known to do that. In this picture, Toccs and I are showing off the balls that we got at the game. Look how close we are! Yeah, we yelled at the players and were "those girls." I love being That Girl. The guys that were sitting behind us LOVED us, though. So maybe we weren't as obnoxious as I thought. Or maybe they have a high tolerance.
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05.01.2003 - - - 3:54 PM
One year ago today was the first time I drove my car to work. I purchased it with my very own money one year ago yesterday. If I had only known all the hassles that were going to come from owning that car...well, I really don't know what I would have done, because I wanted that car so badly, but I definitely would have thought about it a lot longer. I love my car, don't get me wrong. I saved up for it and make my payments every month, writing my check with a bit of sadness at it's amount, but a bit of pride that I am actually paying for it and being so responsible. So, twelve payments down, forty eight to go until Charlotte is all mine. Yes, I named my car. It's a Spyder, so I named the car after the nicest spider of all. And my gramma gave the name her seal of approval, that's all I needed. I am so, so tired today. My neighbors have started this new hobby where they hang pictures between the hours of 11 PM and 1 AM. I really, really need to school them on apartment building manners. First of all, they're living room wall shares a wall with my bedroom. The wall that my bed is up against. And what is up against their side of the wall, you ask? Why, their TV and entertainment system! They play the TV so loud that sometimes I have to go out in my own living room and lay on the couch. Their damn TV is so close to my head that if the wall wasn't there, I'd be able to reach out and turn down the volume from my bed. It's one thing to watch TV until 2 AM. It's another thing to be playing race car video games at top volume at 3 AM on a Thursday Morning while you scream with your buddies. I'm not a good sleeper, anyway, so when I am woken up (awaken? awoken?), it's over for me. I toss and turn for the rest of the night. So, my neighbors need to be paid back. I will figure out a way, somehow. Last night I was on TV! I was at the Dodgers Game, and my seats were fabulous, thanks to Woodsy. There was a foul ball hit right in front of us, and the Dodgers catcher, Paul Lo Duca, ran for it. Since the camera followed him, we were on TV. It was all very exciting. My mom and Les's mom both saw us and called our cell phones immediately. My arms were outstretched for the ball, while the rest of my friends were leaning away from it. That may have had something to do with my comment at the beginning of the night, "We're so close, our noses could easily get broken several times!" They didn't think that was as cool as I did. And, after several innings of heckling the Phillies first baseman to toss me a ball, he finally did. Ah, those Philly boys. So accommodating. I would also like to say that interns? Totally rule. And The Boyfriend? The best boyfriend ever. The greatest, actually. That is all. P.S. There are no words for American Idol.

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