What's the proof? WE GOT LIFE

I just got hooked up to the SOLD OUT Social Distortion show TONIGHT. AWWW YEAAAA!

I've had a migraine every morning this week. WTF, people. I think its the patch talkin...

HANDS OF petro

Am I the only one?

Seriously, people. I am SICK and TIRED of seeing Condoleeza Rice shaking hands with various internationals on her YAY FOR ME, I GOT THE JOB tour. I don't know if that woman could seriously take a GOOD photo. I'm thinkin no.

**end of rant

On my knees I think clearer

How I heart interoffice mail hijinks.

Shawn arrived last night--we watched the first quarter of Napoleon...I tell ya. High quality friends are few and far, amigos. Right now he's on his way back from Montrose. My guess is that he doesn't show until 7...traffic is going to be HEINOUS.

The patch is workin out.

My neck and shoulders have been a wreck the past 3 days.

Jeff is an absolute riot.

I'm sorry doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it the entire time...

Ah yes...and to whoever you are out there googling CARI TUNA at a sick rate, STOP reading this blog. And now....for your searching pleasure---CARI TUNA CARI TUNA CARI TUNA is a douche. GET over yourself.

Ah yes. And I pride myself that I get at least 5 hits a week from Estelle Geddy searches. I rule.

Swisha muthafuggin sweets.

Oh man, look at those cavemen go!

This weekend has gone by too fast. I need to get more schleep.

David Bowie - Life on Mars

I could seriously care less about the superbowl in this funk I'm in. I would, however, enjoy Paul's performance.

Way too cold in the apartment--I just checked. 63 degrees. Woops.

Shawn will be here tomorrow night. This will be *tres* fun.

Some things are such a *waste* of time.

My brother's friends used my candles as ash trays this weekend. Nice. This is why I hide my yankee candles. Which reminds me--Midsummer Night's Dream = YES. Joni bought me the car hangy-thing of it. My Jeep now smells like a man. A really fine smelling man.

The whole dating scene exhausts me. I'm washing my hands of douche bags, seriously. Again. WASTE of time. Here's an application for you and 5 references...and I'll need a sample. The dixie cups are on the back of the toilet.

I am out of Agave Nectar. Someone please send back-ups.

Matisyahu Linkage

Here's Matis' tv debut on the Jimmy Kimmel show a while back:

http://www.jewschool.com/jimmykimmel.mov

MOONLIGHT ENLIGHTING MY WAAAAAAY

Akira. You are seriously a diva. LIPS!

Matis show tonight. Like buttah.

I am so dehydrated.

I have been trying to kill this spider in my apartment for 3 days. BATTLES.

Have you seen my many candids on the Chabad brochure?

Tomorrow/today = sleep.

Vehiggio.

From the forest itself comes the handle for the axe...

AISH TAMID

Matisyahu show tonight = I am speechless. I'm going to the Boulder show and the DU show this weekend. You can't stop the love, people.

You have consumed me.

I love you, Allison. :)

FILTHY GORGEOUS

Te llamo; I hate you

Mom was in the hospital this entire weekend. MORPHINE. I lived there. House sat during the wee hours--the dogs are nuckin futs. Snowed 10 inches in Parker. Dear G-d, I love the Jeep. Took me two hours to get to LoDo...AND I took c470.

I received support from a *very* surprising source this weekend. I appreciate this.

My JAZZ dance classes start next week. Jazz pants/hands/shoes/gloves/your mom. The same instructor does a tap class, too---I am all BOUT IT BOUT IT.

My diet has consisted of mainly oatmeal for the past week. Weird, yet strangely phenom.

I'm going to see Matisyahu this week, and you aren't. HA. SOOOOO excited.

I should consider buying *real* food. Nah.

Caught in between

Joni, you are a Godsend. We're churching it on Sunday...LET THE GAMES BEGIN. We went and saw HIDE AND SEEK....and yes, we definitely screamed aloud. Twice.

I really loathe basketball.

For some reason I am turning into a 55 year-old man...I have such a LUST FOR Creedance Clearwater Revival. Something about their music....it was just TEXTURED. It MEANT something, heaven forbid. Also picked up Ill Nino's last album...it was autographed on the book inside...actually autographed. I laughed. Amelie was sitting on the shelf for 10 bucks, so I picked that shit up, as well.

I know it. I was in Nam.

My feet are FREEZING.

I told whats-his-face that I had absolutely no intentions of pursuing anything with him. He took it quite well after giving me an awesome FUCK YOU. Eh. I get that a lot.

Dyin just to come back....so we can meet again.

This broke me today:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6870869/

"This we will never surrender."

Gin and/or Tonic

4 year anniversary.

Today I'm bustin chops.

There's no chocolate in this house.

Jon is going out with a mannish woman this week. He doesn't see it.

End of story.

This party is quite the sausage fest

My SCUBA class last night was amazing. I did very well--I rocked the mask clearing underwater. Shawn was fabulous. I'm definitely getting certified.

Passing OUT this morning was NOT so amazing: doctor probing at my groceries + chick stabbing me 5 times before hitting a vein to draw blood from - any and all food = loss of consciousness. YAY!

Small triumph number one: Free 6 month subscrip to Diver Training mag

Small triumph number two: Rolling into work at 12:30...I could get used to this

Amusing news of the day: Mandy Schley in Allison's Greek Drama/Lit class--priceless

Procrasta news: Me starting laundry at 10:30pm when I've been home idling since 7:30pm

Amusing news number two: The patch comes in a caboodle-like carrying case that I shall henceforth utitilize for makeup toting

Not so cool news: My groceries are sore as hell

Today IS Thursday. It has to be.

Bless Eli. How we love being poor.

BAD NEWS: GIJOE cartoons from ebaums were shut down. Bastards.

We're running out of pepper jack.

The weather here is 60 and holding. I wore flip flops today. This is the beginning...

BOOTY CALL 2005

I didn't sleep last night. I am a DOUCHE.

Eh. This is the time.

So yes. Sunday night proved to be great ...Sean, you better get your crap together for Wednesday. FO uh sho.

At 2pm today I thought it was Tuesday.

Someone cure me of this sick ROCKAPELLA ADDICTION!

I exercised the demons of our TOSHIBA 106631 today. RECOGNIZE, biznitches.

I had my SCUBA lesson tonight with Shawn...a phenom instructor. We spent 2 hours getting our SCUBA on-- throwing torpedoes and frisbees at each other, doing flips, and practiced getting water out of our masks whilst under. That sounded like SUCH a flippin 3rd grade journal entry. MEH. I am *so* getting certified. Also--the owner is HARDCORE into underwater photog...another facet in which I must tap with great force.

Let it begin...

My partner in crime...

Malt outing with Sean today...

THE BITTER IRONY

So get this: during the summer of my junior year in high school, I was a telemarketer for an HOUR. Freakin Central people talked me into it, and I wanted to supplement my awesome, non-existent income. I did a shpeal for the FRATERNAL ORDER OF POLICE. Just so happens that some TELEMARKETER just called me 5 minutes ago toting the SAME shpeal I once did years ago. I hung up after politely saying something random about supporting the police in another facet, blah blah.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE OUR GOLD STAR and pledge over 50 dollars? No thanks.

Lunch meeting this afternoon with Sean. Meeting Katie to catch up tonight. Post-meeting with Katie I have to track down my swimming suit so I can get my SCUBA on tomorrow. Its most likely chillin in some box I have yet to open. YESSS. I also need to give this place a decent cleanse before Eli gets back from Nebraskie.

Hung out with Timbo last night, and I really think that I need to retire Napoleon at least for 3 weeks. I'm on the *EDGE*, people.

Shawn is moving back to Colorado next month! HELLS YES! Its my fabuloso YMCA poster boy and Joe Dirt bud from days of yore.

Taco Bell seriously smells like rotten ass when you're not hungry.

The weather = beautimous. I'm out to enjoy it.

Ciao.

Blast from photog past: I'm on the left, Henry is on the right. We held this pose for 20 seconds under an enlarger. We rule.

GOOD GOD, ya'll.

I had a bizarre dream last night that camels were turning into men...very hot men.

I'm never eating curry again before I sleep.

NEBRASKIE!

People. The week is over.

Work went by rather slow today, BUT...not bad. I could snag a spot being the corporate trainer for intake....oh YES, yes I will.

Had a phenom chat with Kerli last night---my favorite Estonian vixen. Damn, I love this woman. I need to meet up with her in Munich ASAP. She broke up with Sven---4 years of her life down the drain. This nauseates me. He treated her like shit. Hopefully this new German dude will prove to be lesser of a douche.

Tonight Eli unt moi are hittin the town. Oh...its on.

Sean? You + me = us. Let the photo shenanigans commence.

ASHA BLAKE IS A *CURIOUS* JOURNALIST

Because we really give a flying rat's ass.

This week has been a journey, indeed. Finished my article by today for the corp paper, but the transportation story took up more space than the editor thought----hence my story gets the boot until next week. Meh. At least it won't be cut into pieces.

Felt like SHITTLES this morning...took a long walk at lunch today to my favorite Thai place for some much needed space. The weather was RIDICULOUSLY beautiful. Ugh. I was so stressed this morning....oy. Post-lunch I headed back to the office and saw Nancy out on the lawn next to Grant street. I love that kid. Had a fabulous talk. Felt so much better post-1pm.

Jon = ill, and his dad is in town. Yikes.

Kyle was in a car accident today. What gives, people?

Jesse Bradford? HECK YES.

Matisyahu will be here in two weeks. For this I rejoice.

Taking a voice-over acting class. I am hella excited to get into the studio.

We're done.

Don't get all heavy and uncool...

I am *loving* today. Slept in this morning and then headed down to the rents' house for festivities. Home = max. comfort. Homeade pizza tonight? Heck yes.

This weekend has been phenom--started out with Joni on Friday with some Thai and shopping. I started to get TRES tired, so we snagged some Starbucks--the triple shot = not a good idea. I ended up wrapping the night up rather early because I felt like absolute shite. Meh. I just needed some sleep.

Last night was great--Chris drove up for shenanigans. Laser tag = LONG overdue. :)
AMERICA'S GRILL? Just say NO. I CANNOT believe the positive reviews for that place.

Entertaining the thought of staying here tonight...I could fit a run in before work tomorrow.

European Vacation is on right now---hilarious. Its been a while.

Home Alone 4? WHEN does it STOP? Ugh.

Bizarre dreams last night--all I can remember is that I was stuck in a high-rise watching a swarm of tornadoes surround the courthouse. In another dream I was strapped to this catapult thing that was supposed to be a huge, indoor car-wash. Yea, I know. It doesn't make sense. ANYWHO...the catapult released both backwards and forwards... so I was flying along, strapped to the device about 50 feet into the air in an arc.

I have no idea what this means.

Allison--I've lost 5 more pounds in the past two weeks. Muahahaha! I can't wait for this week O-torture to commence.

The Colts are getting their asses handed to them.

Lizzaundrat time.

Kick my ass

Hello, my children.

Allison put together a workout tonight that kept my body shaking WELL into my drive home. You fuckin' rule, dude. THIS is what I'm talkin about.

Dinner and festivities with Joni tomorrow night. Looking forward to this.

I have my first SCUBA lesson on Monday night.

Sunday: to snowshoe or NOT to snowshoe...that is the question. I think its going to be a menopause fest, so I may forget about it. Eh. We'll see.

My body is aching for denim. Thank G-d tomorrow is cashz.

DENIM DEBBIE!

You're KILLIN ME, SMALLS!

Tuesday. Is it Friday yet?

Went to the gym today post-work. I'm getting VERY BORED with the workouts even though I have been changing up the pace quite a bit. My attention span is on the wane.

Cleaned out the Jeep tonight after I came home from gyming. I did as much as I could until I could no longer feel my fingers. Ugh. I need to RID my life of clutter. I'm throwing out half of my clothes with absolutely no regret. Just get *rid* of it all. CATHARSIS of CRAP, as it were.

I need to make dinner. Don't feel like eating.

This is your life.

I *am* junior high

Kyle. Come save me.

Back to work today. UGH. I'm loving the people.

DOES KIEFER AGE?! SERIOUSLY.

I am loathing television right about now.

I need to kick my own ass. Running starts tomorrow, once again. Poor Allison.

Getting to bed at a *decent* hour tonight.

GET LOW

Let me sum up the weekend:
1. Won 200 buckaroos
2. Allison & Moi = good times at work holiday party. We just *looked good*
3. Met up with Jon and Eirka at Luna in LoDo--we're not Erika fans. Cosmo = yes
4. Great times with Chris in the Sprangs- LET ME HOLD YOUR CREAM!
5. Came to the realization that I never want to be blitzed ever again. It just *lacks* class
6. Jon and moi worked the HELL out of our arrangement of COLD. Damn, we sound good.

NOT ready for Monday. UGH.

Allison & moi this weekend

Its KITCHY!

Wow. No sleep this week, whatsoever. Not necessarily a bad thing. :)

THAT'S MY TV GUIDE!

Holiday party on Friday. Shout out to my hot date, Allison. :p

It doesn't work out this way

Watched the last half of Annie Hall. We're just in it for the eggs, my friends. I am starting to believe this. Depressing. I love the truth. It makes me nauseated.

Matthew Lesko...TIP for you: if you want people to buy your shitty book, don't try to sell it on tv while wearing a freaking felt question-mark suit that makes you look like the joker.

Bill Pullman has really nice hair in SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE. There's just a *sheen* to it that bests the most remarkable of Pantene commercials.

Watched Reign of Fire tonight for the first time. Holy crap, I just can't EVER get enough of Christian Bale. *PICK AXE*

GOLDEN NUGGET WOMAN

2005. HOORAH.

Shindig at Doug and Allison's last night. Good times all around. I went to bed around 1:45. We are old people.

Today is Dad's b-day...snagged him those fancy shmancy earphones he wanted, but I NEED to get him something else. I have no idea what to get.

I fucking *hate* minivans. Right now I'm trying to drown out the mexican fiesta my neighbors are throwing right now with my Lil Jon. I win.

Bend over to the front and touch yer toes...

I came home to a sea of coors light cans. There are TWO cans in the shower.

Finally bought Napoleon Dynamite yesterday. The dude that checked me out was a BIZARRO Nate and was most definitely hitting on me. It was the English accent, I'm sure.

Tomorrow I'm declaring "CLEAN UP MY SHIT" day, because my apartment and car are in shambles. We need to remedy this.

Yep.

Raise your hand if you are also one of the douches that has to work today.

Wow, this sucks.

To live as thus

I've grown up with my identity being 95% based on my religion. A religion, as it would seem, that has become a ginormous mystery to me. I've grown up incredibly confused, religon-wise. Honestly, my religion followed that of my parents...and whatever stakes they put down as to 'WHAT' we were. This I embraced wholly because of the way in which I was raised--this came first. The ministry comes first. And while those larger ideas were all great, I eventually lost passion for it because IT WASN'T MINE. And I knew this all along.

I lost a passion for it when I was old enough to start really applying it to life---and what would life be like without tragedy, ey? This 'religion' I was affiliated with and moi slammed into a brick wall in high school --with the appropriate mini-tragedies that follow suit.

When I could NO LONGER apply what had been a part of my life to such situations, I fell into a proverbial pit of despair. People closest to me were suffering, and I had lost all words of comfort--because what I WAS could no longer be applied. My 'talents' were useless. In their last leg of trying to appear 'normal,' their true selves were unmasked. 17 years. In their truth, my lack of sincerity in belief was revealed for all to see.

However, I haven't been stripped clean of such beliefs--pieces remain that I truly hold onto--whether for the sake of tradition (as I know it), or because I see genuine truth in what they are. Its as if I dreamed of mountains upon mountains of treasure...and have awoken with a single gold coin in my hand.

All of this haunts me...

By the way...

Happy pagan holiday to one and all!

Brighter than Sunshine

Damn it, I love Aqualung so much. Brighter than Sunshine...this song will be playing during my wedding montage. This sounds SICK and SAD, but its true. Just listen to it, and you will freakin KNOW.

Matisyahu WILL take over the world, and I cannot wait for this.

Today I love: online banking. Yep. I made car payments and credit card payments in my UNDERWEAR...on CHRISTMAS. Fuckin a, people!

Allison---guess who called me last night??? YEP. NOT kidding. Call me when you want details.

I'm yours and certainly you're mine...

So Aqualung is being released in the US in January. Number ONE, I'm glad I won't have to pay for an IMPORT, but I am PISSED at the fact that douchey, mtv people are going to start loving this man. BITCHES.

Matt called last night, and that was fabulous. He's in Birmingham with the fam for the holiday.

For the holiday, of course. So at work we have to post EVERY single Christmas card we receive, and I have taken sick pleasure in throwing the ones away we've gotten this week. Not kidding.

I have an odd but serious desire to watch ENCINO MAN. Not later. Not tomorrow. RIGHT NOW.

Willy Wonka.

David Fincher

My guts are officially fucked. Tried eating some chicken and rice crap, but it most definitely did NOT hit the spot. Ugh.

I think I'm going to throw on a hat and head down to Parker to pick up the rest of my crap from the rent's house.

I feel as though I am not living my own life right now...but watching it, instead. Its as if I don't have to hold myself accountable for anything, almost. Granted, I do what I should: work, pay bills, etc. But I definitely feel like I am operating on auto-pilot...the real me is watching all of this happen from the sidelines. Its as though I ACT first, and then I can make the appropriate commentary post-action...

Eh.

ISO real food...

*insert obligatory hug here*

Snow Patrol is fabulous. ALSO---So excited about Aqualung FINALLY releasing his record in the US this year. If he gets on MTV, I WILL BE PISSED BEYOND BELIEF.

Shopping will Allison last night--found my holiday party dress within the first 20 minutes we were at the mall. Allison's dress for Doug's b-day is STRIKING. Knock 'em dead.

Date with Andy tonight--we'll see how this goes. We're thinking good things, in general.

I need to clean out my car. This afternoon it WILL happen.

Launch the lunch...

Never gonna stop

What up, people? Today was HARSH. Was up way too late last night for the *last night of Hanukkah* festivities. The parents bought me a big tube for my apartment--as opposed to the 13-incher I was sportin from my dorm days. SO SAD. Now I'm livin up-sty-o.

I strained my left calf BIG time on Monday for my non-Allison workout. See what you made me DO, ALLISON?!? I just can't workout without ya. :) Jay kay. Speaking of, Allison received the best *boyfriend* gifts this year thus far. Color me jealous, and just NOT as moisturized.

IPSO FACTO

Missing Kyle. EXCITED about the house.

Love the phone.

Cheated a bit today on the ol' intake--damn you, See's Chocolates! I hate this season. WHAT DEMONRY!

Was asked today why my "work area" was lacking in festive-ness--i.e. devoid of any and all greenery and x-mas crap. I retorted with the whole Hanukkah thing, and the fact that I don't *do* holiday decor...followed by a hardy dirty look to wrap it all up. I think the message was received.

ANYWHO...I am hittin the hay early tonight--thinking 9:30 so I can make an early rise and jump on the treadmill pre-shower.

Goodnight, lovelies.

Trying to be where you are...

I've done this before.

Fabulous of times this weekend--way too short. Hanukkah festivities with parents on Erev. Headed over to Jon's on Sat. for Sueski's house party. Love the Volvo. Just returned this afternoon.

NOT wanting to go back to work this weekend---I could use a VaykAY.

We're getting a house this time next year...badass.

So tired.

I need to find pants.

I never really wanted you to see...

Damn, I'm tired. Resisted temptation today. I am on a freakin roll.

Purchased clothes. I am TRES excited about the oatmeal pants.

Date tomorrow? FIGHT on Saturday. Fuckin A.

Les is moving out here with me, as well. I'm looking at houses. This is the time...

Can't keep my eyes open any longer.

PINTO

Work was tres stressful today. Sometimes the CEO just loses his cell phone and you're on hold with AT&T for 3 hours. I wish I was kidding. Ugh.

The journey home...

My hamstrings are freaking as TIGHT as hell. Gotta loosen this shit up.

His chest just looked so...CHESTY.

Dear L-rd, Allison's comments never cease to amuse.

I'm telling you, this summer is the summer of them ALL. Work that shit.

Anywho...work blazed by today. Lots of shit done. I'm satisfied.

Eli is making biscuits right now at 9:30 in the pm.

Watched the end of the Swan tonight tres ZONED. But is there any other way to watch this shit? I think not.

I luves you, Marc :)

Grand Night for Singing

Well. This weekend. Wow.

High-tailed it to Jon's post-work on Friday afternoon. HOUSE warming partaay time. Hit Safeway for mixers and some grub-wage a few hours before the rest of the crew came. All four of us split up with Jon's encrypted walkie talkies and had WAAAY too much of a good time.

"Agent Zero, this is Tech Sgt. Chen. Have we procured the tonic and limes, over."
"Tech Sgt. Chen, that's an affirmative. Are we a go with cranberry juice and Tostitos?"

Anywho, everyone else arrived circa 12-ish. And dear L-rd, people. I have NEVER consumed so much alcohol in my life. I once prided myself in the fact that I have never spewed from drinking...but this fact is no longer valid, m'afraid. I remember us playing a drinking game, then I have foggy memories of getting in Omar's car and driving to Tequilas. Omar looks exactly like Jimmy Fallon with an EMO haircut and a beard. He was wearing a Beatle-esque tight pin stripe suit, and it was pretty hot. I am not shitting you.

The rest of the story is pretty foggy, but once I was in Tequilas, I ran to the bathroom and started hurling my guts out. I just remember bits and pieces---some random chicks were wiping me off because I couldn't figure out how to turn on the bathroom sink. Anywho, after this I found Omar and we chilled until I had to ralph again. Found Jon. Then we left. We lost track of all our other people. Stopped by Safeway to nab toothpaste for Jon. Went home. Jon fell asleep on the couch. Omar and I hung out in Jon's bed until 7:30am just talking--this conversation of course mainly consisted of us discussing whether or not we should have sex. I decided against it, because:
1. I had been hurling ALL night and felt like a ball of crust, and
2. There was no way I was going to sleep with one of Jon's friends in his own bed. Hey, I can retain *some*class.

Anywho, Omar left in the early AM, then Jon woke up from the couch and came to bed. We slept off and on until 1:30pm. Around 5pm we left the house for dinner--> THE CRAPPIEST pad thai dish I have ever been served, btw. Post-coffee we came back to his place, cleaned up from the party, and worked on arranging 'Broken' until we went to bed arond 1:30. We lunched this early afternoon, and I just got home. Hoorah.

I seriously need to do laundry.

Have a date tonight with this guy--an MOT. We'll see what happens, ey?

48 HOUR JEANS!

We're done.

Random Blurry Photo of Andrea time...

O'DOYLE RULEZ

Snagged my FABULOUS new cell phone today at work. I am too excited. My first ringtone download: MP3 MILKSHAKE. I feel like a ghetto ho, but EH. I am what I am. :)

Heading over to Jon's tomorrow night for festivities--looking forward to it. Crossing my fingers for some hot photographer action. BWA! Poor Sue smashed her new V-dub bug. That shit is a death trap, unless you live in the desert. Ice + VW bug = NO. SUHSI!

PAYCHECK tomorrow. Casual Friday. I need to do laundRAT. *WOOT*

Hard Work Pays Off After Time, But Laziness Always Pays Off Now

So annoyed today. The parking maids are NAZIS. NAZIS, I SAY!

Finding myself unmotivated as of late. Kyle, get here NOW.

Israel Photo--Tram Ride up to the top of Masada

12 years old

Started the WALKING thang with Allison tonight. Good times.

There is nothing in this place to eat. Damn, poverty = a great diet.

Bought a cell phone. Hopefully it will arrive by Friday. Got a new number, thank G-d.

Must call Qwest tomorrow and yell.

Received a check from the anti-christ insurance company today. Too bad all of it is dad's. I could use a chunk of change...

I am completely breaking out. Travel takes it's toll.

MASSIVE HEADACHE.

Yo

Finally back in Denver from Craptown, USA. 15 hours in the car. I am so ready to die. Doing laundry. Have to be up in about 5 hours. *YAY!*

Eli hasn't been to our apartment in 6 days, and wonders why I am upset about this.

Genuinely freaked out by Coast to Coast tonight.

My circulation is crap.

Getting a spankin new cell phone this weekend...prepare ye for photos up in the hizzy.

Getting glasses next week, too. Damn, I am in the 5th grade.

I left my right flip flop in Indiana. And Eli's Hanukkah present.

Who the freak is Jeff Lyons?!

Ew.

My laptop will be up and running tomorrow. This blows my mind.

No apologies for the photo from yesterday. NONE.

JEALOUS?!

Thanksgiving Wrap-Up

Heading back to Colorado in the early am. Kyle just got back home in Indy, and I am WIPED beyond belief. Here is a photo from us this evening. RECOGNIZE.

Are we there yet?

So our trip to Evansville should have taken 15 hours. It took 21 hours, thanks to I-70 from Topeka until St. Louis it was snowing like a freaking MOFO, and there were cars sliding all over the road and into ditches. I-70 was a PARKING lot for 2 hours when a UPS semi and another car spun out right before St. Louis. I almost ate my arm off. Mom peed in a zip lock bag.

I am soooo tired.

Went to Yen Ching tonight, and the Hunan was just QUALITY. Its freaking weird being back here.

MIGRAINE.

Did today even HAPPEN?

Tell me WHYYYYYYY! Bob E. Brown

Was stuck in traffic on the way home from work tonight, bored,...listening to Fiona's "Criminal," and I started to choreograph a strip routine in my car seat. Fuck you, what else is there to do? I think last night triggered the sex pot that has been dormant for 3 weeks. *muahahahah* She's back.

I don't know where today went. I say this often, but I seriously mean it. It was 7am about 5 minutes ago. Granted, I worked--had tons of shit to do, but I think I was zoned out the entire time.

EH.

Leaving for freaking EVANSVILLE tomorrow night. Still blows my mind.

I miss Joni--girls night next week, babaaay!

Bagel.

Dare you to run

Had a FABULOSO date that I just returned from. Why does the smell of a new house turn me on so much? DAMN.

Its sooo late. Must wake up soon.

Heading to Evansville/Newburgh Tuesday night.

TIRED.

Adieu.

Handily Placed?

Sunday morning. Absolutely beautiful outside--snowed all last night, but the sun is definitely out today.

Today: CLEANING OUT THE JEEP.

Visiting Katie---I love her new place. Definitely a moving possiblility for next year. Lovely facilities---in the tech center. However, I also found a fab place a block away from Capitol Hill. We'll see. I only have a freakin year to figure it out.

I require cereal.

Things on my mind tonight:

1. I appreciate my growing relationships with the people I care about

2. Colin Hay is a genius

3. I should really buy wood for my fireplace

4. I need to buy more Aveeno

5. I have gone 2 weeks without consuming coke or pepsi products. I rule.

6. I miss the family

7. I miss Kyle

8. Why do my toes always freeze at night?

9. Where is Json Hemming?

Gosh, your lips look delicious

To all those who hear me all too well...
Uno, tres...

This weekend has been kicking royal ass. Good times all around. Jon and his father came up after work on Friday with moi unt Allison. We toured the Pulitzer Prize Photograph Show -->phenom. Post-show we dined at Bucca, and wow. The food had never tasted better. Jon and Paul headed back to the Springs while Allison and moi went to some bar I can't remember that was off of Colfax until we drank enough to be warm on the way home. *yay*

Just got back from seeing the INCREDIBLES with Joey. Nice kid. The movie was cool, but 80 thousand kids running around and crap previews = not cool.

Jon has been saying that we need to get together and work on some music--which is right on. I'm working on getting something of a repertoire going on--thinking about Ain't Misbehavin and Baby, Its Cold Outside. Damn, I love these tunes. Reminds me of singing during the holidays with concert choir. GHETTO.

Although I'm not keen about driving in the shit, there's nothing more beautiful than the city in the snow.

Just me and my radio---

Chris, NEXT WEEK.

Tomorrow Seth is making me dinner. Yay first dates. We'll see how this goes.

Ashcroft loses his job to a Mexican...

Holy SHITE, tomorrow is going to kick major ass. Jon and his Dad are coming up to Denver to go to the show tomorrow night. Allison is also coming--*hoorah*--too bad Sean has to work. BLAH. We're going to make time to hang before I come to Evansville next week. Good times. I expect many a sex act, amigo.

Sunday night--going out with a new dude. He looks like a middle eastern Nicholas Cage. He also works for an oil company. We'll see what happens.

Eli's birthday today--had familial things going on. Hit the wings place..SHMI! Mom trimmed my hair. I broke the washer---seriously. Dad fixed it in 5 minutes. I respect this greatly.

Men that can't fix shit are WORTHLESS.

SO tired. Eli has me working hardcore with the boxing. My back is still fucked, but I have another chiro appt. next week. *GOOD TIMES* I'm addicted.

CASZ TOMORROW! WOOO CHUCK T'S!

I need to purchase socks.

Evansville on Tuesday NIGHT. WTF???

Miss you, Kyle.

Chris, we need to formulate plans.

Allison, I am TRES excited.

Something wrong inside it...

Kyle. This time next year. The beginning.

"WE WERE BABIES"

Garth Cheek. Dodge Caravan. PRE-CALCULUS.

My hair needs a trim. Start afresh. Baja FRESH.

I'm watching the end of the AMA's because of the lost Beatle footage. CLASS. All the Capitol records are being re-released in STEREO.

As long as we're together...

Wes Hoffman, dude...seriously. I need my Hedwig DVD back, BIOTCH. Boulder people annoy me.

Gwen Stefani's newest vid kicks my ass, I love it so much.

Tap classes = soon. *excited*

That chili was tighter than Kenny Chesney's pantalones, yo!

Meet me in December

Things that I LOVE right now:

Work is going fabuloso. I love my people. Love the sweet ass benefits. YAY real jobs, people. GROWING UP.

Love being single. *sings* FREEEDOM! Damn, I love having options.

Love the friends--as bizarre and ass-backwards as we all are. Can I get a YAY for crazy relationships? I won't even touch that with a 10 foot pole.

Love the fact that I am going to see my fam and Chris in a matter of weeks.

I'm healthy, minus the weird back pain--but LOVE my CU football player chiro. DAMN, can I get weekly appointments? Pretty please?

Wes and Sil came out last night to hang...they left this morning. Cute kids. Newlyweds. I don't understand the anti-bagel thing, but eh.

It seems as though my friends out here are the complete opposite of myself, save a few choice personality quirks--my relationships seem to thrive more. Granted, we're not just talking about the bagel issue. We enjoy our time spent with each other, but I can't spend more than a few nights a week together before I get annoyed. Its all about the moderation, folks. Strangely I treasure these people more. Instead of having everything in common, we have a finite, specific something that draws us together. Maybe we're drawn together for our strong personalities, or the fact that we all suffer from some bizarre disorder, are easily annoyed, or enjoy being the center of attention. When we work, we WORK. But space is definitely needed. EH. I am so talking in circles here. We're all the same folk.

My focus is on the wane. Although I am feeling disorganized in some parts of my life--> unpacked boxes, sorting, the lack of washer fluid in my car, etc. BLAH. This month is somewhat overwhelming, or I am just one lazy assed mothah-fuckah. Or both.

CEREAL FETISH.

I miss you, Kyle.

Can you not clean a DISH?!

CAMPAIGN OF HARASSMENT

Yo. Eli got a 99 Grand Cherokee Laredo, and it is SWEETNESS. Now we have sibling cars--mine being the vintage, of course. *yay* I so want a new black one...EH.

Work shmwork.

Going out with Rich tomorrow. HI-larious.

Yay Tim Seib.

Chapped lips + buffalo wings = NO

Its raining in the city...

Thou givest fever

Tonight was grand--dinnered in LoDo with Wes unt Silvia at this awesome Peruvian restaurant. People---if you're into the cilantro, you MUST try the arroz con pollo. Fab dish. I would hold off on the Ink Cola, unless you like a bizarre bubble gum/vanilla yellow fizzy drink. Youch.
They are coming to stay with me next weekend down from Estes, so good times will be had.

Went shopping this afternoon---people just need to STAY home. Bought some new jeans...something I could probably live without right now. But what should I expect? Feast or famine out there...

I need new bed linens--and yes, it was a headache finding the bohemian/bindi flavored one I have, but I am still lusting after the Tommy grommet set I was drooling over a few months ago. ALSO need the pillow-top mattress...you were right, Jon. I can't go back. :)

Work tomorrow. The excitement is gone, much like anything I do after 2-ish months. :)

Must leave. Adios.

Bizarre Dreams
While I was shabbat napping today, I dreamed of being involved with a drag queen theatre. William Shatner was the director...I was actually in the production wearning a PIRATE WENCH outfit. Eh. Not as exciting as I thought.

Last night was grand. Went to a "Passion" party with yuppie women and it felt like a scene from desperate housewives: a ton of us running across the suburban street, glasses of wine in hand, and in pointy-toed heels. Sick, sad world.

Joni, I just KNOW how you feel. Hopefully it will pass. *sigh*

LADIES, LADIES, LADIES! *a la Jay*

What the freak is up, my children? Its been too long, indeed.

WOW, I whacked my head HARDCORE this week when I slammed it against the towel rack in the bathroom. SO NOT COOL. Still sore as hell.

This week has been so full...OLD COUNTRY BUFFET full.

I can't wait to see Joni tomorrow night for this so-called 'girls night in' at some chick's house I don't know. YAY. Apparently its a lingerie/toy night, so Andrea should get the hook-up. Well...at least a penis-shaped hat. Stay tuned for that one.

Dropped by Allison's tonight en route home. YAY WEDDING PLANS. We are such women. It just WORKS out. And by the way, Allison--work on the whole 'LET'S GET ANDREA AN ENGINEER FOR HANUKKAH' project, mmmkay? :)

I NEED the new 40 gig iPod. I am such a brat.

EH.

More to be done.

I have no desire to see Diane Sawyer in prison

Wow. I found my 'ERIC' Wizard of Oz tape today...I haven't been able to find it in a year. I don't know if its significance has been greatly increased because of the lack of time since I've seen it...or just because its just the only video I have seen that makes me cry everytime I watch it. It completely encapsulated a time in my life in which I believe I was at my peak; my peak of health, relationships, success, etc. Everything was possible then--we were all unstoppable.

I am questioning my path. Questioning my own goals right now. Yes, I have them, but have I been making them up to fit what I THINK is right for me? What I know will 'most likely' work out? Am I settling for this?

I feel so lost right now that I seriously don't remember what I love the most. I can't remember anymore. Am I just romanticizing the past? How come this happens everytime I roll the past over in my mind? I just keep churning and churning...there is no end result because I haven't DONE anything about it. Its as if I've put everything on the back burner in order to just LIVE day to day.

I really love my job. This company is rapidly growing, and I could definitely play a part in its future. This is realistic, practical thought. But I'm not happy. I love these people, but they aren't MINE.

I fill the shoes, but they just DON'T go with this outfit, ya know?

So lost. I need to sleep.

Recovery
Mucho crapage to report.

Post-work on Friday I zoomed down to the Springs IN COSTUME to chill with Jon and Sue. After dining on EXQUISITE sushi, we hit Jon's new place to help him unpack and get some of his shit sorted. Great times.
I NEED a pillow top bed, people.

After lunch on Saturday in the Springs, I headed back up to Denver to get ready at Allison's for the party in LoDo. Mucho photos were taken. We looked phenomenal. Took a cab down to the Sherman ballroom for the exotic Halloween party--grand times. Can I say YAY for male dancers and body paint?

Woke up in the early afternoon today and then headed back to my place...then back to Parker. I am SO not looking forward to this snow*age arriving tonight.

So all in all, a GREAT weekend. I'm praying for the snow storm to move...

This dog smells like ASS.

So I went out with David tonight, and we had a GRAND OL time. I gave him the 'cheek' at the end of the night, but you all know how I'm rollin these days--a little less whorish. YAAAAY!

Felt like CRAP all day today at work. D looked fabulous in his glasses today...YAY Sheryl putting in a majora compliment in my favor--I love my people.

PAX sucks. The end.

Going to bed. This weekend is going to FREAKING rule. Might go out with that new air force guy---he seriously has a photo with Pres. Bush. This is hilarious and kinda turns me on at the same time. WHAT does this MEAN?

FALAFEL NIIIIGHT

Yep. David asked me out to dinner tonight AFTER I made other plans. Tres typical, but eh. We're going out tomorrow. WOO. :)

Could it be?

Freakin crazy on I-25 this morning...three accidents. I was 15 min late getting into work. Some firefighter yelled STOP at me after I was 'waved along' by anothern. Typical. Yay for people yelling at you that don't even KNOW you. It was fun. And yes, I wrote 'anothern.' RECOGNIZE.

Gonna call Joey tonight...that kid is a riot.

I missed boss-man today.

Discovered a BADASS little diner at lunch today con mis amigos...this could be it, people. Lurved it. GOUDA GOUDA GOUDA.

Gas = $1.94/gal. I spent 20 bucks and I am barely over 1/2 a tank now. YAY JEEP! Eh. Its still worth it.

George Lopez should NOT be on television. The end.

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Today went by fast. I just ENJOYED your call tonight, Allison.

Spoke with that David character (the fly-fishing dude, Alli), and we're supposed to get together this week. HILARIOUS. We'll see what happens. :)

GIVE IT TO ME ONE MORE TIME, COOCHIE!

Yea, I could tell you dig pitching tents.

Excuse me, I ordered the LARGE sharpie pen?

I am just tired of the world today and the loud Mexican children that wake me up every morning that live a floor below me. Yay 6012 million children in a one bedroom! YAAAAY! And yes. 6012 is a real number.

Saw whats-his-face today when I was leaving, and my heart stopped for 5 seconds. His eyes were so sad. I wish I could jolt some life back into them...

Bitchy people on the phone today at work--I just don't see the point. UGH.

Bedtime.

Stay out of the light...

So I went to Wes' wedding yesterday...a grand mini-trip, indeed! I woke up at 5:30am, threw some clothes on, and drove to work to pick up my paycheck. Headed back home after that to get ready, and then headed to the bank to deposit my mulah before driving to Littleton to pick-up Estrella.

Stopped at Target in Boulder to buy a lint-roller (which I forgot to buy) and snagged a quesadilla maker for the wedding gift. I so want one. Started to feel my lack of sleep and nabbed a coffee before we headed further up 36. The drive went swimmingly, and I started to get misty as soon as we were driving in Estes. A million memories came flooding back all at once. This was my home for nearly two years and where I made some of the closest friends I have. I grew up in this place.

I had never met Silvia, but she was a nice Peruvian girl. TRES thin and a definite looker, no joke. Wes' entire family was there, but Sil had only her mom and grandma. They are supposed to have another ceremony when they head back to Lima this winter.

So bizarre, tho. I remember Wes when he was going out with that weird Russian chick, and when Sarah and him made a 'go of it.' Yikes. Can you believe he got married, Sarah? Crazy times. YAY YMCA romance, people. It has happened to the best of us, in some shape or form.

Post-wedding shenanigans, I stopped by to hang with the Dusty--I love this kid. He just deserves better. Then I found out that Ash is the RA for the winter...he looked REALLY good. I haven't seen any of these people in at least a year. Ash has a new cd out--Maybe Later. Ash's voice and songwriting can be described as 'optimistic Bob Dylan.' It works, tho. Trust me. He needs to go back home to New Zealand so we can hang on the ASAP. :)

Then who comes WALTZING in but Shortz. He has lost 40 pounds, and looks phenom, but tired. I thought he was going to have a heart attack when he saw me. He's actually coming down to Denver tomorrow with Brian, so we're definitely going to hang. Andrea = excited. Shortz is such a great guy...wow, I've missed these people.

Post-Ash and Shortz I hung out with Doug and Jim up in the admin office--must email Israel photos to Doug. And ASHLEY---get this---ROY WAS WORKING IN THE RUSTIC!! AGHHHH! I laughed. Really hard.

After hanging with Tina Bo-Bina I had to get back to Denver for mom's b-day celebraTION. I made it back in some SWEET time. Damn, I miss that place. Dinner was fabulous. Dad did a great job with her gifts this year---I was TRES impressed.

Tonight is pumpkin time with Alli and Co. Good times.

Eli came home with a gi-normous smile on his face because he kicked some guys ass last night in a fight. Boys will be boys.

Talked to Jon last night--he's having me over next Friday so I can help him arrange his new place in the Springs with Sue (My CHARMIN buddy). Hot tub, anyone? I think I can handle this. :)

Marc called as well, last night. He's doing WELL, and this makes me happy. I loves you, Marcus.

Damn, I need a Blackberry. I actually bought a PLANNER last night to keep track of shit. CRAZY.

The Jeep needs a tune-up, STAT.

I hope Wes is making some sweet, sweet quesadillas today...

HOLY CRAP! ALSO---talked to Mel-dawg for the first time in a YEAR last night, as well. She's chillin in some Blah Blah-Qua town in upstate NY, still. I need to visit. Her voice was so good to hear on the way back from Estes last night. Wow, I miss these people. I seriously need to be a better friend. Distance = UGH. Gonna whip my sorry ass into shape...

Going to see the Grudge tonight...I doubt I'll sleep soundly for weeks. EH.

They're all CONGRAHHGAYTIN'!

I say some dumbass things, mis amigos. Worked out in the employee 'FITNESS CENTER' today post workage with Nancy. Yay for friends that are old enough to be your mother. Age just DOES NOT matter. I was on the stationary bike yelling at the television. I am so done with this election year. The PT's were working out and had a TIMER on so they could 'circuit' all 5 of the machines. And jump rope. To 'PUMP UP THE JAM,' no less. I wish I was kidding.

I found an 'ESTELLE GEDDY' workout tape, as well. Someone that gets why this is funny needs to watch it and workout hardcore SITTING IN A CHAIR style with me. On the ASAP, folks.

Do I LOOK like a public interest lawyer to you?? HUH?!

When spending the night at my parent's house, I feel like I never have to go to bed. WHAT IS THIS?

Free laundry.

HUNT/GATHER FOR QUARTERS ...I just GIVE you my permission.

There used to be salsa in that bowl.

Tomorrow is my Friday. I need to phone Estrella on the ASAP.

I loves my children...especially you, Marcus.

I need ideas for another costume. My Halloween costume is too racy for my work 'BREAKFAST POTLUCK COSTUME CONEST.' SO wrong. The wench costume just isn't going to win me 8 hours of PTO. I'm thinking GHOST of Disco. Two words, my friends...GLITTER and AFRO.

HELP

I need a chiropractor ASAP. Allison, any suggestions?

On a side note, the Broncos are kicking RAIDER ASS. Bradley is warming the bench somewhere with his perfect arse.

And the moral of the story is...

Sex in the Suburbs? Old news, my hard rockin' amigos.

Good times at the MIRAGE last night. I am seriously CRACKING. I was yawning hardcore at 10:30pm. Its official: I'm turning into a grandma.

I had some severe nightmares last night. The last one I had was about these zombies trying to keep me trapped in a Walmart. George W. came to save me. WTF?

Currently watching a round table discussion about 527 groups. TRES interesante.

I need to pickup my costume. Wench? Uh yes.

WICKED retahded

Aww...I'll miss Jimmy.

So the news is in: I'm visiting Misty and Co. in Newburgh over Thanksgiving weekend. HOO*rah.

Lack of hockey is depressing me.

Saturday night with the quaterbacks? HELLS yes.

Let's start a ROUSING bout of 'THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND,' mmmkay?

OR not.

There's so much going on, and I just DON'T feel like disclosing. Lately I'm feeling like I just need to SHUT OFF the noise. Cut out the drama. Its time for focus, and I'm streamlining how I spend my time--especially with people. I just DON'T have time for people that I don't respect.

Turn it up

Ya know, I actually LIKED U2's VERTIGO this morning. Since 8:30am, I've heard it over 10 times on the radio and tv today. We're thinking not so much.

Yay costume hunting with Allison tomorrow. Woot.

My body is seriously worn out. The glands are starting to hurt, and my eyes keep spasming. SLEEP = now.

I need an old Westword like Huck's.

I am so taking tap classes. This just seems appropriate.

AIR MATTRESS.

Mucho drama in the neighborhood

Okay. A brief rundown of Sat- Present:

Saturday: Hung out with the Jone-ster (Boston's = SUCKS ASS), bought some LIQUAAAH, and headed to Bob's for party fest. GREAT times. I was smashed. Mikey = weird guy. Beer pong. I fell asleep. Bob woke me up at 3-ish to tell me that I had to leave, along with everyone else that was lying on the floor. This was INSANE. I was barely sober OR awake, for that matter. Joni followed me home to make sure I was cool driving. I was only a few blocks away from home, but wow. Never doing that again....crashed at 4am. TIRED.

Sunday: Woke up at 2pm and tried to remember what I had planned tonight. Talked to the Doctor *yay*, then got ready for Canadian Thanksgiving at Tifani's. Bought a pie, met up with Heather, then hit the road to Lakewood. Met FABULOUS Jen. I have a non-sexual crush on Jen. I just RESPECT this woman SO much. Tif has a new kitten...a male named MARY. Hilarious. He's adorable--very dog-like. Conversed with married couple, Ron and Colleen. Good folk. Quoted Napoleon Dynamite until the pie. The glorious pie.

Law school is a definite.

Lunching with Allison tomorrow. Grand times await...

Wait for it...wait for it...
WOW, I am so freaking tired right now.

Plans fell through with Cory--I know his ass got busted somewhere. His ass is MINE next. Dinner with parents = pucker. I AM going to law school. *HOORAH* Mucho discussion about this.

Listened to JG, and felt like crying. His words mean so much to me.

Loving work. There's just a FUTURE here.

Yay new cologne...yum*may.

AIR MATTRESS!!

Good times with great friends this weekend--Joni tomorrow afternoon, Bob's house party in the PM, then Canadian Thanksgiving on Sunday with Tif. I am going to miss that troll. Eh. At least now I have plans to go to Toronto this spring. HOLLA! Jazzed. ERcized.

Damn, that pisses me off about Cory.

Barely awake.

Yep. Its true. All of us WOMEN voters want to shag John Edwards.

Apparently the 'single women' voters will swing with the Kerry/Edwards campaign. Bollocks. Or not so much.

I am wearing HIDEOUS sweatpants right now, and I have never been more comfortable. Well, as comfortable as you can get when your uterus is doing cartwheels. I've been on the rag THREE times in 6 weeks. YAAAY EC!

FREE LUNCH. SACK LUNCH. LUNCH TICKET. ORANGE LUNCH TICKET PUNCH. SACK ATTACK!

This weekend I'm going to get shit done, I promise.

Take me OOT

I think I've been OVERLY adapting myself to people. I do this to make people feel comfortable and correct. But I believe the overuse of such things can be TRES unkosher and ultimately bad news overall. UNhealthy. I think its because I generally want people to like me, but I'm definitely eeping into a time period in which I couldn't give a rat's ass. This definitely comes in cycles.

I love how the bar scene is just one huge meat market. A meat market full of decomposing, drunken, ugly flesh. Granted, I have met some cool people, but they are few and far, amigos. And I feel for you guys, I really do. It takes cojones and/or alcohol to take that much rejection in one night.

Joni, you rule. I knew it would happen.

Jalapeno Tostitos--yes.

I'm feeling SO ready for something. Every muscle in my body is just in this tense mode, my feet are curled at the edge of a diving board, and I'm ready to react at any type of 'GO' signal. Its the silence before the storm. The dead space between READY(....and....) GO.

And I have no idea why.

Feeling uber lazy today. Drove to the rent's house around 2am post-last night's festivities. Crashed on the air mattress in the space that I once called my room. Its painted now. With a desk. And a papason. This wasn't the room I grew up in, but my crap did occupy it for a while. A bit of a sad feeling here.

I saw Garden State this time last week, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Zach Braff's character has this line about family which made so much sense it hurt:
"Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place."

I need another chip.

Ain't nothin chillin' at the HOLIDAE INNNNNN!

Last night was an absolute blast. Met up with Heather first at the Fox & Hound, but we were blinded by Nebraska fans. Seriously. 200 people wearing red = not cool. We skipped out of there and headed to Earl's...badass. Yay for connections and 100 bucks in free drinks. That place is CLASS.

Post Earl's, we headed over to Lodos to meet up with Bob, Billy and some random people. Hotness, people. HOTNESS. The party continued until midnight when we headed to...you guessed it...midnight cosmic bowling. We totally rule. And suck hardcore at bowling. Its drunken lasertag this week, babay! Next weekend at Bob's, tho. Its definitely an all-nighter. GOOD TIMES.

I sense a nap coming on...

Dick Cheney owes me $1.75

The weekend is finally here, and I couldn't be happier. *BLAH* :)

I am absolutely loving the job. It has soul.

I miss Kyle so much.

This past week has been CRAZY. Too much to write about anymore.

The birthday went swimmingly. I heart my people.

Glo-bowl is going to kick SO MUCH ass.

Life is feeling so good. Jon is making me a frap right now. Bless him.

I NEED an iSight. Hooketh me UP.

Chris-it has just been a WHILE. We should dish.

RENT is just due. WOW. Bloomington trip memories. Would you light my candle? BOO YAAAH!

Adieu.

Keep on Truckin'

Jon's last night, post-movie fiesta. Not so much on the sleep, unfortunately. We hit the Chile and Frijole festival. I have no idea why such a small town has a freakin' huge ass festival every weekend. Eh. I had a cheese steak.

Wow, I need to get ready. I drove all the way back to civilization this early AM and crashed at the rent's house until now. I desire to be clean. Let it be.

Aggresively Passive

You really got that something...

Damn, this week has worn down the bones. I wouldn't have it any other way. I am REALLY loving work. CAN'T get enough. A bit of a crush on the boss...woops. Tres typical.

Hung out with Katie last night-->good times. We watched The Bachelor without any sound at the bar. CLASS ACT. Get this: some bitch brought her DOG along with her to the show. This pisses me off.

Rob...seriously. The calls? Nope.

I am missing Jon. WTF is wrong with me?

My body is stressed, big time. I need to solve this. The weekend will heal me. Good times are afoot, Allison! MUAHAHAHAH! Comedy club? Uh yes. Gonna get back together with Jon #2, methinks. At least for the weekend. Bah. The shit is gonna hit the fan on Saturday, folks.

Speaking of, Yom Kippur is Saturday.

My birthday is next THURSDAY. WHAT...the...freak. *gulp* I'm old. Nope.

'In a way he don't know me...'

What does age have to do with it?

Some 31 year-old dude wants to take me out, and I am not too sure about it. The dude has 9 years on me. Eh, I think my vocalized trepdidations have solved this conundrum. Speaking of, I wonder how Joni is faring...

With the paralyzing fear that comes with a possible pregnancy, I find it odd that with a negative test comes relief with a hint of sadness.

Wow.

Andrea is on dating hiatus, so we've decided. We'll see how long this lasts.

Finishing up laundry here @ the house. RELIEF. I need to make a petro stop before heading back to the place. This weekend has been TOO SHORT, people.

'Cellular' wasn't bad. The dude from 'Not Another Teen Movie' was in it. JAKE. He did rather well.

I had Borat dreams all night, and I must say...they were mighty fine.

Possible Side Effects: Breakthrough bleeding, depression, early menses, irritability.

YAY!

Ugly People Have it Shitty

Wow, its been a while since I've posted. Not being hooked up at home has definitely cut down on the blogging, yet it has significantly boosted the working out. *hoorah* Double-edged sword, my friends.

I'm finding myself really missing my close friends as of late. Distance is a bitch. I've been out about every day this week with friends, but it just isn't the same. Oh, and word to the wise: DO NOT EAT AT APPLEBEE'S. Don't do it. Not cool.

This past week has been filled with so many *mini* emergencies, it is ridiculous. All of them being my fault, of course. One way or another. MEH. I need to be taking a bit more precaution these days. But the result of my actions is just too much to handle. I constantly have these issues on my mind, and I wish to taste the freedom of a clear conscience.

So I am definitely diving into work. I love my new job. I love the people I work with, and I feel that what I am doing is definitely worthwhile and appreciated. One doesn't find this often.

Heather still hasn't heard word on her job yet. Sick. Katie and that douche broke up, which is actually a GOOD thing. When someone is constantly abusing you emotionally, it is just TIME to be over.

I miss my dogs.

I am getting into a yoga or jujitzu (sp?) class. Haven't decided yet. Do I want to relax or kick some ass? I think both would yield the same result in the end, however. I could just do both. We'll see. MEH.

Mom and Dad came over for dinner last night, and it was glorious. It was nice to use my new, pricey dish and silverware set that I spent all my money on last week instead of food. But *hoorah* to nice things, ya know? I just refuse to buy trash.

Mom brought over frozen pizzas. Bless her.

Meeting up with Allison today, so this should prove to be an interesting evening.

We're done.

He MADE a million dollars!

I most definitely have a better relationship with my mom when I live somewhere else. Nice.

Wrapping up my 4 hour stint here at home. Got some laundry done. Slept on the new furniture. Glorious. I woke up and my right eye was freaking on FIRE and red as hell. Weird. No big whoop, tho. My mom had made me cookies and threw my wet laundry in the dryer WHILST I was sleeping. Yay moms.

Missing and worrying about Kyle. I miss him so much. I'm most likely flying out to see him before the summer, which I am all too psyched about. WOO woo. Woot. KINKOS, YA'LL!

Gonna head back to the place and put all my shit away. *yay* The fun never ends.

Aww, HELL nah!
Blogger was being a douche and didn't publish my last post. EH. I'll sum up:

Last night/this morning at Rob's. Freaking SWEET.
LoDo w/Heather, Tif, & hot single men.
Gordon's Party
Shopping with Katie
NO SLEEP
Laundry

I've had an hour of sleep. Word.

Went to school and I was very nervous


HO-LY crap. The past 24 hours have been the craziest of the year, amigos. I'm not going to disclose all the details, but wow. 3 hours of sleep. A huge scare. Fun times. Yay for being alive. I can't feel my legs or shoulders. WOOT WOOT.

Aww, Chris. Mrs. WOLF. CONCH SHELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL! Kid getting hit with a large rock, and flying over a cliff. PIG. let.

Pleasant surprise: thinking that I wasn't going to get paid until the 24th with my first check from the new job...but GETTING A HUGE CHECK today in the mail from Gart's. I completely SPACED all my vacation time! Thank you, G-d. SERIOUSLY. I can buy clothes this weekend and live it up with Heather...muahahahahahahahaha.

Anywho...I find it odd that my parents buy an EXTREMELY CLASSY living room furniture set as SOON as we move out of the house. EH. I just WANT it.

Hanging out tonight for Shabbat dinner. Tilapia? Hells yes.

Went to lunch today with work people--lovely. C = Barney Rubble. No kidding.

Um...can I get a WET burrito? Pork is just UNNECESSARY in green chili.

I thought I would cook hardcore when I had my own place. Nope. Who am I kidding? I've made soup, sandwiches, and spaghetti-o's for the past week. PATHETIC.

Jon is finding a new place in the Springs. Yay square footage and a MAIL SLOT that empties into your coat closet. GENIUS.

I'm finding out what it really means to be respected again. I am liking this.

KRONOS, BABAAY!

Diva troup.

Step it up.

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Wow. So quick update. Work is going so great. Its mad crazy when you're surprised when people are 1. nice and 2. not douche bags. Ahem. So that's the story there.

Joni got her job with corp. *YAY* That girl just deserves better.

Hanging out at Jon's right now. Word. Done.

Lovely Rita

Life. Is. Hectic.

So I had orientation in Lakewood today, which wasn't too bad. I was talking to Jon until about 1:30 in the am (ridiculous), and I had to be up at 5 to move all the shit around so the maintenence dudes could re-surface my countertop today before I left for work at 6:30 am. OY. I feel dead. I actually start at the Capitol tomorrow. Nice. It was cool to have my dad give the I/S talk to our group...this is the first time I have truly seen the man in action. He is RESPECTED, and rightly so.

Yesterday was busy but not too shabby. Katie came over in the late morning to help me finish the move and put together my large-assed canopy bed. We finally moved the rest of my shit out of the house, bought some nuts at Home Depot because we were majorly short, went out for dinner, bought mirrors and a bedskirt, and hung out until 10:30-ish.

I also snagged a tv cart yesterday, along with a wooden sign that says, "Please don't shoot the Piano player...he is doing the best he can."

Tarah and Eli broke up. This saddens me.

I am currently at home tying up loose ends and doing laundry. YAY. No one is home. Mom still hates me. I hope the counter looks decent.

I am going to bed at 7pm. No joke.

LUMBAR = WORKHORSE

I know where you hide; all alone in your car

Holy shit, this weekend has been kicking ass. I've driven a total of 300 miles since Friday night. Right now I have a HUGE migraine and I probably need to throw up after I blog. YAY. Holy crap, last night was one huge drunken fest. And now the rents are fucking screaming at me because they want all of my shit out of here by tonight. I'll never get done. I have about 15 boxes of assorted shit in the basement that I haven't gone thru yet. Its all crap from high school and my 3 moves in the past year and a half. Ugh. Help.

Friday: Paid bills, went shopping, drove to Pueblo to meet up with Jon, Jesse, and Sue at the state fair. CHARMIN experience. VW bug.

Saturday: Hung out with Jesse at Jon's, drove back up from Pueblo, grabbed some clothes from home, and met up with Allison for lunch at Racine's in LoDo. Post-lunch we went grocery shopping in the ghetto for Doug's cookout in Golden. In heels. Ouch. Spent a half-hour at Argonaut's picking out 4 bottles of wine. Headed back to Allison's to change, and then drove to Golden to hang with Doug. Grilling, Tivo, wine, bar hopping, good times. Went to bed around 2-ish.

Which brings us to NOW. Showered at Doug's, and just got home. I feel like absolute SHIT, but I have to get all my crap out of the house and into the apartment by tonight. This is not going to happen. My head is POUNDING. Eh. My own bloody fault. Doug and I share the same compaint about other people taking our photos. We just KNOW.

Back to packing the Jeep. It doesn't get any better.

Enigmatic Eggroll RETURNS!

Aww....HOW I miss Kimmie, my miniature eggroll Stanza buddy. Way of sub, amiga.

So my last day at Garts, right? 8-5. I get there at 7:15, talk to Jones for a bit, then we get the fucking AUDIT lady at our door. And I thought it was going to be a LAZY day. Not. Then we find out that our CEO is coming, and he is going to be armed with Asian investors. Great. And then we have a HUGE ass ad that was SUPPOSED to be set last night. Fuck.

Long story short: I left at 3, I can't feel my neck, and DRINKS TONIGHT, BABAAAY!

Spank you oh so very much.

Rice crispie treats? Hells yes.

Eli and I spent our first night in the place. It ruled. I'm currently back home loading up the Jeep with more shit to bring over. I am probably going to spend the rest of the afternoon putting my bed together and pounding shit in the walls. Awesome. I start my new job on Tuesday.

Glory be.

Saturday is going to be GLORIOUS. Loves.

Represent

SEPTEMBER, BABY! And this month is Jewish History Month, so I am telling you all to 'recognize,' as it were. I love it...its my birthday AND JHM! Come on, do you seriously need more of a reason to take me to lunch? Eh? Ehhhh? :)

Anywho, I am STILL in the middle of moving. Most of my crap is outta here, but it will take a few more days to sort EVERYTHING out and get it into its place. Tonight's great feat will be putting together my new bed....woooo! UH...Eli?

I need to PURCHASE a shower curtain.

Welcome to your new home! Please accept this carrabeaner on behalf of ALL of us here! Yep. Only in Colorado. I love this place.

Lookin like ass; smellin' like trash
Music: Seether- Broken

'I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.'

Damn good.

MOVING DAY TODAAAAY! Wow, I am soooo not ready. BOO YAH! I'll be moving for the next 5 days, no joke. Today we're getting our clothes and beds in the new place, as well as signing the lease. I have LOADS of laundry to do. I would be a bit more ready if I didn't have to close at work for the past 3 days. Wankers. Eh. The money will come in handy. The rents are all-too anxious to get me the hell out of here. The feeling is mutual.

Can I tell you how much I LOVE Nick Drake?

I believe my posting is going to be on the minimal side because we won't have internet hooked up for about a month. This is probably a GOOD thing. Eli and I will be at the pool or playing tennis in our off time.

Gee, life is rough.