Honestly getting old is not helping my social life. Or maybe it was not eating dinner then consuming 6 glasses of wine, a beer and two shots. Ahhhh then I woke up with a nasty hangover and couldn't eat anything all day.
I was the epitome of sloth today and thank god I had a snow day from work. I don't know what type of work I would have accomplished today. I think the only thing I would have maybe accomplished was to not puke on myself. Couldn't promise to not vomit on others but...
I finally after a three hour nap felt a little better and actually kept some food down, and I am actually going to stay in tonight on a friday. I am getting so fucking old. On a better note I am watching one of my favorite shows ever! Sparticuz on starz. The first season was amazing, and this is the second year and it is so visceral, violent and crazy. The gladiators are so gorgeous...its just raw testosterone and it is HOT.
Something about Roman times. You wouldn't know this but I was the student who studies Latin in highschool. I kind of wished I had kept up with it. I can't translate like I used to but I still love the history of the ancient times. It is insane to think how people survived with all of the craziness and absolutely no technology. There was no law and just sex.
Well back to recooperating and watching sexy roman men kill each other...
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Friday, January 21, 2011
Friday, January 2, 2009
New Years, birthdays and a little bitterness...
Well I have survived two siblings birthdays, and new years which basically means I am BROKE. I need to turn a new leaf with money. I don't get what my problem is? I do not buy shoes, bags, or clothes, no my issue is going out, partying and buying crazy things like toilet paper. I need a new year and need to seriously change my budgeting skills. Plus I need to loose about 10-15 lbs and soon. With my new budgeting new clothes would be out of the question.
Besides my crappy lack of control my New years was fun. It was a New Years/Sisters 30th birthday which was a little too much fun. Between beer pong, shots, a whole lotta wine I had a serious hangover yesterday. AKA spent most of day between bathroom and bed. I haven't had that bad of a day since college.
The party was great but my parents came and as much as I love my rents my mother is always dealing with some sort of stress that most times she puts on herself. This time my old decrepid grandmother who is the epitome of 50's house wife whose life is over because she does not have a man or children to take care of, is slowly sucking the life out of my mother. So instead of kissing my new husband at New Years I was consoling my mother. Oh well what to do...
On a completely different note I have been having dreams that S cheated on my with my two sisters and really didn't seem to care. I woke up seriously pissed and almost wanted to bash his sleepy little head in before I contained myself! Anyone know what a cheating husband in your dreams means? Please tell me it has to do with winning the lottery!
Besides my crappy lack of control my New years was fun. It was a New Years/Sisters 30th birthday which was a little too much fun. Between beer pong, shots, a whole lotta wine I had a serious hangover yesterday. AKA spent most of day between bathroom and bed. I haven't had that bad of a day since college.
The party was great but my parents came and as much as I love my rents my mother is always dealing with some sort of stress that most times she puts on herself. This time my old decrepid grandmother who is the epitome of 50's house wife whose life is over because she does not have a man or children to take care of, is slowly sucking the life out of my mother. So instead of kissing my new husband at New Years I was consoling my mother. Oh well what to do...
On a completely different note I have been having dreams that S cheated on my with my two sisters and really didn't seem to care. I woke up seriously pissed and almost wanted to bash his sleepy little head in before I contained myself! Anyone know what a cheating husband in your dreams means? Please tell me it has to do with winning the lottery!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Hmmm is S picking up or...
SO I didn't go to bed until 2 am, due to my masturbation and blogging late last night (had to catch up on all my favorites, you know who you are!) and get this!
This morning at like 6 am S gets up and gives me the normal kiss goodbye while I am in bed, and I kind of wake up hug him and tell him "Ohhh I wish you could just stay in bed with me!" then roll over and go to bed.
He leaves the room and then comes back (not sure of time frame I was asleep) and he says Hey if you can give me a ride I can stay an extra half hour (his car is in the shop and has been taking the bus)I of course agree and he gets naked comes back to bed and we have great sex.
WHAT the hell?
Is he a mind reader....or looked at the history on our computer and saw me looking up tons of scottish/irish porn? I think the latter and you know what?
GOOD I got my sex
Remind self to continue to look up porn so he remembers that I need sex too.
This morning at like 6 am S gets up and gives me the normal kiss goodbye while I am in bed, and I kind of wake up hug him and tell him "Ohhh I wish you could just stay in bed with me!" then roll over and go to bed.
He leaves the room and then comes back (not sure of time frame I was asleep) and he says Hey if you can give me a ride I can stay an extra half hour (his car is in the shop and has been taking the bus)I of course agree and he gets naked comes back to bed and we have great sex.
WHAT the hell?
Is he a mind reader....or looked at the history on our computer and saw me looking up tons of scottish/irish porn? I think the latter and you know what?
GOOD I got my sex
Remind self to continue to look up porn so he remembers that I need sex too.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Mini Breakdown
Have you ever felt so pulled at every direction in your life at once that you thought you were going to explode? That is how I feel right now. Let me list off what I am doing right now.
1. Full time Engineer job- this place is crazy and getting worse everyday! I am so glad I am getting out of here
2. Teaching job- How am I back to studying? This is a lot more than I had anticipated and basically adding a second job makes me have almost 70 hr work weeks.
3. Planning a wedding – which actually is more stressful paying for it.
4. Trying to get a new job- had to study a lot for this too, who new getting a new job would be so fucking stressful. This is a little better since I got the offer now I have to take the drug test and wait for the background check.
5. Dealing with a best friend who after 10 years is getting help with her bulimia. This is emotionally draining since her family is not being as supportive as they should be.
6. Being the made of honor for my best girlfriends wedding…just stuffed over a hundred shower invites.
7. Grandmother dying…enough said.
8. Add on trying to pay bills, keep condo clean and get some sleep.
Sometimes I am fine but last night my girlfriend who is going through this tough time needed me but then got defensive (as any recovering addicted person deals with) and I just broke down after I left. Not so much just because of her but because of everything. I am so thankful for my whole life and would never change anything sometimes I just wish there was more time….especially for sleep. I can feel the exercise and sleep deprivation making it harder and harder to remember shit.
Then I think how the fuck do people do all of this and then have kids? WTF? How do they do it? I give so much props to my mother who did all of it with her own graphic design company, but tack on 4 kids too. I need to go bring her a huge bottle or red tonight and thank her profusely.
1. Full time Engineer job- this place is crazy and getting worse everyday! I am so glad I am getting out of here
2. Teaching job- How am I back to studying? This is a lot more than I had anticipated and basically adding a second job makes me have almost 70 hr work weeks.
3. Planning a wedding – which actually is more stressful paying for it.
4. Trying to get a new job- had to study a lot for this too, who new getting a new job would be so fucking stressful. This is a little better since I got the offer now I have to take the drug test and wait for the background check.
5. Dealing with a best friend who after 10 years is getting help with her bulimia. This is emotionally draining since her family is not being as supportive as they should be.
6. Being the made of honor for my best girlfriends wedding…just stuffed over a hundred shower invites.
7. Grandmother dying…enough said.
8. Add on trying to pay bills, keep condo clean and get some sleep.
Sometimes I am fine but last night my girlfriend who is going through this tough time needed me but then got defensive (as any recovering addicted person deals with) and I just broke down after I left. Not so much just because of her but because of everything. I am so thankful for my whole life and would never change anything sometimes I just wish there was more time….especially for sleep. I can feel the exercise and sleep deprivation making it harder and harder to remember shit.
Then I think how the fuck do people do all of this and then have kids? WTF? How do they do it? I give so much props to my mother who did all of it with her own graphic design company, but tack on 4 kids too. I need to go bring her a huge bottle or red tonight and thank her profusely.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Sorry.
Not much of a mood to blog, my grandmother died on friday and I went to a wake and funeral the last couple of days. Only fun thing is the irish like to party and drink after a funeral and not cry. So I somehow ended up loaded by 4 pm, and passed out till 8pm. Woke up and then could not sleep all night. I will write something more witty or funny tomorrow.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
I"m "small tits" Maid of Honor!
TOOOO MANY THINGS AT ONCE! I swear between work being fucking insane, searching for a new job, preparing for my teaching job, wedding planning for me and my girlfriends wedding (I am her maid of honor and her wedding is a month before mine) and trying to have somewhat of a life I feel totally pulled at the strings. I usually love this kind of chaos and it keeps me really focused but I think a mixture of broken foot, no exercise, and lack of sleep is making me crankier than usual. So I sit here at work and try to not talk to anyone and keep plugging away.
Last night S. and I picked out a cake and it was great because they brought you out like 20 samples of different cakes to try. Hmmm why are my pants getting tight again? I pretty much let S. pick it out since I am not a cake person to begin with. Sure I am going to do the feeding each other bullshit, but besides that I probably won’t have any. I know I am weird but give me a back of chips over sweets any day. Do they have that? A potato chip wedding cake? Fine I will just take a salt lick.
As for tonight I am going to order my bridesmaids dress for the wedding that I am one of the maid of honors for. She finally picked out a freaking dress for us. Not a huge fan of it only because it is made for bigger girls (her sister is bigger and fitted first) with HUGE tits and I was spat on by god and given tiny, perky tits. So alterations are dire for my “big tit” dress.
Onto venting about being in this wedding.
First some background. My girlfriend whom we will call Goth girl (she really isn’t Gothic but has long black hair and the palest skin you have ever seen) is getting basically remarried in May. She married her husband last June in Vegas and is now having a church wedding. That is fine, I get it…Have a church wedding with everything but my problem with Goth girl are three things.
1. She is a complete and utter procrastinator and even worse indecisive.
2. I feel like I am a Maid of honor because I am organized and have money.
3. Cheapest person in the world but yet picked the most expensive dresses.
Let’s bitch about the first point shall we? She has taken forever with everything and the only thing that really bothered my about this is her dresses. Thank you for waiting 4 months before the wedding to tell us finally (after 5 trips to dress shops and changing your mind like 50 million times) which dress we are wearing. Now I have a couple of days to come up with 200 dollars so I can maybe get the dress in time to alter it.
As for the wonderful pleasure of being Maid of Honor my other girl Dirty Hippie is as well. Goth Girl and I have been best friends forever, pretty much since we were 15 but over the years, time and space (she works third shift and is married, while I work first shift) has not stopped her from being my best friend but we definitely don’t see each other as much. Dirty Hippie has been best friends with both of us for about 8 years and I think is closer to Goth girl than I am. They see each other a lot more, etc. Now I know this is bitchy to say but I think Goth girl made me MOH as well since Dirty Hippie is still in grad school and very unorganized (she is a free spirit). So I am kind of stuck taking care of everything.
Finally Goth Girl is the cheapest friend I have ever had (she is getting better slowly, her husband is a good influence on her and tipping, hehe) but yet she is shopping at high end shops and was a little unimpressed with us booking a fabulous weekend for her bachelorette party in Springfield MA with a suite, stripper and VIP access to some great restaurants and clubs. No good enough you say? Well then screw you! I will take that hot exotic dancer and get a spanking all by myself.
P.S. I really do love Goth girl, just needed to vent a bit.
Last night S. and I picked out a cake and it was great because they brought you out like 20 samples of different cakes to try. Hmmm why are my pants getting tight again? I pretty much let S. pick it out since I am not a cake person to begin with. Sure I am going to do the feeding each other bullshit, but besides that I probably won’t have any. I know I am weird but give me a back of chips over sweets any day. Do they have that? A potato chip wedding cake? Fine I will just take a salt lick.
As for tonight I am going to order my bridesmaids dress for the wedding that I am one of the maid of honors for. She finally picked out a freaking dress for us. Not a huge fan of it only because it is made for bigger girls (her sister is bigger and fitted first) with HUGE tits and I was spat on by god and given tiny, perky tits. So alterations are dire for my “big tit” dress.
Onto venting about being in this wedding.
First some background. My girlfriend whom we will call Goth girl (she really isn’t Gothic but has long black hair and the palest skin you have ever seen) is getting basically remarried in May. She married her husband last June in Vegas and is now having a church wedding. That is fine, I get it…Have a church wedding with everything but my problem with Goth girl are three things.
1. She is a complete and utter procrastinator and even worse indecisive.
2. I feel like I am a Maid of honor because I am organized and have money.
3. Cheapest person in the world but yet picked the most expensive dresses.
Let’s bitch about the first point shall we? She has taken forever with everything and the only thing that really bothered my about this is her dresses. Thank you for waiting 4 months before the wedding to tell us finally (after 5 trips to dress shops and changing your mind like 50 million times) which dress we are wearing. Now I have a couple of days to come up with 200 dollars so I can maybe get the dress in time to alter it.
As for the wonderful pleasure of being Maid of Honor my other girl Dirty Hippie is as well. Goth Girl and I have been best friends forever, pretty much since we were 15 but over the years, time and space (she works third shift and is married, while I work first shift) has not stopped her from being my best friend but we definitely don’t see each other as much. Dirty Hippie has been best friends with both of us for about 8 years and I think is closer to Goth girl than I am. They see each other a lot more, etc. Now I know this is bitchy to say but I think Goth girl made me MOH as well since Dirty Hippie is still in grad school and very unorganized (she is a free spirit). So I am kind of stuck taking care of everything.
Finally Goth Girl is the cheapest friend I have ever had (she is getting better slowly, her husband is a good influence on her and tipping, hehe) but yet she is shopping at high end shops and was a little unimpressed with us booking a fabulous weekend for her bachelorette party in Springfield MA with a suite, stripper and VIP access to some great restaurants and clubs. No good enough you say? Well then screw you! I will take that hot exotic dancer and get a spanking all by myself.
P.S. I really do love Goth girl, just needed to vent a bit.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
SLUG
I am completely sick of this broken foot! Damn you heels for getting me into this. I have been unable to go to the gym, work out, barely even walk for the last month and a half because of this injury.
Oh and did I mention this was all over the holidays. Which basically means I am getting fatter and fatter by the second. Granted I am tall so others don't seem to notice (maybe they are being kind, hehe) but I can feel it in my pants and clothes. WTF! I need to move around, on top of getting huge I feel like a slug with Narcolepsy. All I do is feel tired. I just took a quick cat nap at work in a meeting room. I know I can totally get caught but I figure it is best to not fall asleep at my desk.
I go back to the doctors in like three weeks and all I want to hear is "Go on SLUG work your little heart out!" Is that too much to ask.
P.S. S is not helping the situation, keeps feeding me and feeding me!
P.S.S: Haven't heard anything about the job yet, think I am going to email the guy soon.
Oh and did I mention this was all over the holidays. Which basically means I am getting fatter and fatter by the second. Granted I am tall so others don't seem to notice (maybe they are being kind, hehe) but I can feel it in my pants and clothes. WTF! I need to move around, on top of getting huge I feel like a slug with Narcolepsy. All I do is feel tired. I just took a quick cat nap at work in a meeting room. I know I can totally get caught but I figure it is best to not fall asleep at my desk.
I go back to the doctors in like three weeks and all I want to hear is "Go on SLUG work your little heart out!" Is that too much to ask.
P.S. S is not helping the situation, keeps feeding me and feeding me!
P.S.S: Haven't heard anything about the job yet, think I am going to email the guy soon.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Upates
I am exhausted so there will be no long blog today but a few updates nonetheless.
I have decided that my group of friends and I can make a reality show about our lives. We wouldn't even need scripting since craziness is everywhere. Fights occuring, drunkeness, hookups, injuries, and anything else you can think of. You might be thinking, oh dramatic girls but most of the references from above are the guys in the group. Hehe guess the tides are changing and men are embracing their dramatic queen side.
Halloween is coming up so let the craziness ensue. I have three, count em three costumes to decied from although I now think I am attending two halloween parties so at least 2/3 of the costumes will be used.
I need to lock myself in on Sundays, somehow a baby shower (so inform you of the craziness behind that later) became a 7 hour drink fest. It was hard to turn it down because my girlfriend Drama Queen moved back from florida. Drama queen is always the life of the party and can drink like a sailor, but she is exactly what her name describes. So like a bad after school special I succumbed to the pressures of good food, long islands and ciggerettes...until midnight! I am always feel shitty on mondays. Need to stop drinking (yeah right who am I kidding)
Not looking forward to tuesday...sure I will get no sleep due to S going out, getting drunk and snoring all night. I will not kill my fiance, I will not kill my fiance.
I bought some new clothes this weekend which felt great. I always feel guilty hence I usually don't spend alot on myself. Well three outfits and four pairs of shoes later I feel really guilty.
I will write more detailed accounts of the weekend when I get my head out of my ass...FUCK it's only 11:30! DAMMIT!
I have decided that my group of friends and I can make a reality show about our lives. We wouldn't even need scripting since craziness is everywhere. Fights occuring, drunkeness, hookups, injuries, and anything else you can think of. You might be thinking, oh dramatic girls but most of the references from above are the guys in the group. Hehe guess the tides are changing and men are embracing their dramatic queen side.
Halloween is coming up so let the craziness ensue. I have three, count em three costumes to decied from although I now think I am attending two halloween parties so at least 2/3 of the costumes will be used.
I need to lock myself in on Sundays, somehow a baby shower (so inform you of the craziness behind that later) became a 7 hour drink fest. It was hard to turn it down because my girlfriend Drama Queen moved back from florida. Drama queen is always the life of the party and can drink like a sailor, but she is exactly what her name describes. So like a bad after school special I succumbed to the pressures of good food, long islands and ciggerettes...until midnight! I am always feel shitty on mondays. Need to stop drinking (yeah right who am I kidding)
Not looking forward to tuesday...sure I will get no sleep due to S going out, getting drunk and snoring all night. I will not kill my fiance, I will not kill my fiance.
I bought some new clothes this weekend which felt great. I always feel guilty hence I usually don't spend alot on myself. Well three outfits and four pairs of shoes later I feel really guilty.
I will write more detailed accounts of the weekend when I get my head out of my ass...FUCK it's only 11:30! DAMMIT!
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