Tuesday, March 30, 2010

I'm not even making this up

Random Dude from dating site:

Mar. 30, 2010 – 7:23am
I don't really understand women. Well meaning, but I really have had terrible luck for many years.

Me taking pity and sort of feeling snarky:

Mar. 30, 2010 – 7:32am
Step one is to realize that you can't understand women as a whole. We're as different and the same as people are. You have to learn about women, one woman at a time.

I think it gets easier after step one.

Mar. 30, 2010 – 8:00am
i talk with women on this site until they lose interest. after three emails they're usually on to someone else. i won't complain, but i'm not very good at getting past step one.

--I then blocked him--

Saturday, March 6, 2010

a good-ass sandwich

Rode my bike down to Wicker Park to deliver broken boot to cobbler and pickup a contact order. WP was thick with WP type people enjoying the winter-reprieve and the first viable real day of spring. WP is full of yuppies, bands loading equipment into bars and basically any stereo-type that MTV would want to pick up for a reality show. I'm glad I don't live there anymore, but I miss sandwiches at Cipollina. So I went there and had a prosciutto, fancy cheese and fig spread panini. I read a book and soaked up the sun in front of their giant window. Watched two adorable sweet dogs greet each other and wistfully be led away from each other. I listened to this yuppie man trying to satisfy his french wife(?) they had a haughty teenage daughter and a toddler daughter. Everyone was well-heeled. The people behind the counter are always adorable earnest hipsters.

I felt really peaceful soaking up the sun, the scene while enjoying a good-ass sandwich and fancy Italian orange soda.

my band name hobby

Pedestrian Rage
Ring Finger
White Hot Hate
Beer Wine Liquor
The Boobs
Secret Crush
Pampering Panties (2 words I hate together for fun)
Pants, No Pants or Pants Off (can't decide which)
Juice Box
Boner & the Stabones

Album Names:
I'm Sorry I Wasn't Listening, What Did You Just Say?

Friday, January 8, 2010

The Obama train

Last night I had a dream that I was a maid at the White House and Michelle Obama asked me to look after Malia and Sascha for awhile. She was pressed for time and stressed out about something. I felt the same I guess. I remember wiping the counter with a cleaning rag. Then President Obama came in with Senator Dick Durbin. He asked me what state I'm from and I said Illinois. He told me, then I'm your senator. He was pleased as punch. I told him, I know I voted for you. I don't remember if I got to express my concern about the State of the Union address conflicting with the debut episode of Lost or not. Guess even in a dream, that's wildly inappropriate.

Then I was on a train to Alaska. But Alaska was reversed and really sort of ended somewhere in a isthmus inside of Canada just slightly above Wisconscin. Chris and I had a heated discussion about Alaska geography and I was very concerned as to when I should get off of this train.

I've never dreamed about a president before and it looks like I have a decision to make.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

what's that supposed to mean?

Yesterday morning I woke about 7 hungover. After doing a few things in haze I went back to bed and dreamed I walked into a public single-occupant bathroom. I went to the sink to wash my hands and felt a presence behind me. I look in the mirror and see my 2nd self floating in the upper back right corner smiling menacingly at my first self. I am seriously creeped out and turn back to the corner and the 2nd me is not there. I turn back to the mirror and 2nd self is there and sucks 1st self up into corner. I physically try to resist this and I wake up.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Everyone has their limits

I went home for Thanksgiving. My dad and I went to our local big box home repair store because I asked him to help me build a custom shelf for the corner by my stove. He also had to pick some supplies up himself. God I love to go on little errands with my dad. I just like a short drive soaking up some companionship with my daddio. Some of my favorite mental snapshots from my childhood is me and my sister riding somewhere with my dad in the old green F150.

So he's looking at spackle or something and I get distracted by a display of furniture pads. The kind you put under the legs of the couch to move. Also there were pads to help furniture to NOT move about. So I was thinking to myself, "I could really use this for my bed." It tends to relocated by feet when I have a lucky man in my bed. My dad comes over and asks me if I needed something. I turn around and start to explain what I want and if he thinks it would work. I get half a sentence out and I remember I'm talking to my father and stumble into an ending that doesn't have to do with me moving my bed when I'm having the sex with someone other than myself.

I didn't get the rubber stoppers. I'll do that on a solo trip I guess.

I'm get that other people can totally share everything with their parents. But as much as I like oversharing in general, I'm glad I have a few limits.

Friday, July 10, 2009

found a bike today

Went to my neighborhood bike shop today and found exactly what I was looking for. Not cheap but not fancy. I'm really happy that I found exactly what I wanted - solid single speed steel bike with bullhorns so my palms face each other but I'm not leaning way down. I'm also really happy I did it without any help from men who want to or used to date me.

Sure it's not the best time to shell out the cash, but my bike is too small, not me and kind of a money suck when I never wanted to keep it in the first place. When I rode this bike it felt so perfect. I need that in my life right now. I'll take 2 wheels and some wind in my hair. thanks.