Less than 6 hours to go. Eeek! So the chaos continued after the last post. Work was completely insane. I found out some HUGE news before I left. Not sure yet how it will affect me. My friend's gift -- the one zoe puked on -- is doomed. All my attempts to fix it have been thwarted. I broke a leg off my suitcase before it even made it into my car. It's ok, just a little wobbly. And I have cramps. All that's left to do is
rob go to the bank and eat something. Otherwise, I am all packed. I'm not scared yet today, mostly because I've been too busy getting my shit together. But I'm sure I will be real soon.
I talked to DB last night and he is sending me some serious mixed signals. Intentional or not, they're making me crazy. He said to call him from vacation, but I'm not sure if I will or not. It's already getting too complicated and I'm getting depressed all over again. I hate that someone has that kind of power over me.
Anyway, if I do die today or the way back or whenever, blogging has been fun. Love to all my friends and family. I hope they still love me after they get stuck going through all my stuff and find all my crazy melodramatic poems. And someone should send DB this poem just so he knows that he made me happy.Â« less glitter
I feel like my life is in total disarray.
I am the only one in the office because everyone's either out sick or at a press conference.
The cat threw up on my present for my friend who's getting married at 4am last night. I could've redone the gift today, but because I'm a fucking moron I can't do it until I get to queens.
On top of being woken up by a vomiting cat, I got a terrible night's sleep because of nerves and because of nightmares of forgetting to bring my makeup to california.
Suddenly it hits me that with 2 playoff series and a recall election going on, it might be the perfect time for a terrorist act in california.
I'm completely freaking out about flying.
I was on the phone with my friend john last night -- who I just have to say I adore -- he tried to help me overcome my fear of crashing by making me run into a wall repeatedly and other silly stuff -- but while we were on the phone i got a beep but didn't answer, figuring it was my mom or amy. I did *69 and it was DB. But it was only 7:30pm and as far as i know he still works 11pm-9am shifts so I don't know what he was doing calling at that time. Anyway, he didn't call back again so now I guess I'll call him tonight at around the same time he called me. That's the consensus anyway of what i should do.
Ok, gotta get my ass back to work so I can leave soon. The stress!!!
Only two days til Christine and I fly out to California. Woo hoo! Ok, now I feel a little nauseous. Mikey totally bailed on us. Juuuust kidding. Well, he did bail, but I suppose his reasons were worthy.
It looks like I'm actually going to get most everything done at work that I'm supposed to. Well, I dropped the ball on one thing, but what are you going to do. I started packing last night. Do you think seven pairs of shoes is excessive? I don't know how I'm going to lug all this stuff around. I think it's kinda cool that there will be 2 playoff series going on in town. Not the yanks of course, but still, 2 playoffs and a recall election all when I'm in town. I feel so special.
I lost my scorpio symbol stud earring yesterday somewhere in the office. That makes two of those I've lost. It's probably because I play with it constantly. **sigh** I love that earring.
Do not intake large amounts of caffeine when your computer is running ridiculously slow. Bad things can happen.more glitter... Â»
So yeah, I'm still bitching about my computer. And Christine and I have hit 'freak-out point' about our trip. We don't know what we're doing, how we're getting around and, most importantly, what shoes to bring! Do we bring ope-toed shoes, or will it be too cold? Someone from San Francisco and Lake Tahoe please help!!!!!Â« less glitter
I'm in a surprisingly good mood today despite the fact that I've already lost this post once and that I'm at work, and have been for 4 hours, on a cold, rainy Sunday in the Northeast. I think it's because I've been so scared that he -- from this point forward to be called DB, my friends will know why ;) -- was married or something and now I know that he's the farthest thing from it and that makes me happy. I may not be with him, but at least no one else is either. So now I go start daydreaming about the next time we run into each other with a happily-ever-after type ending.more glitter... Â»
Hmmm....I'm beginning to see a vicious cycle at work here.
5 days until california!!!!!!Â« less glitter
I ran into him last night. THE him. The him who inspired this and this and volumes of other really sappy, emotional junk. It's all so weird, in large part because it is exactly how I imagined it would be, minus the happily-ever-after part. We were at the bar I just knew we would be. The conversation we had was practically verbatim the imaginary one we'd had in my head a thousand times before. Either he's really predictable or I should start my own 900 number. But he looked older and smaller and not quite as unbearably gorgeous as he did two years ago. Not that he's not still beautiful, he is, but different now.more glitter... Â»
I haven't even told anyone yet. I want to call my friends but to say what? My head is still spinning because I don't know what to think. Correction, I know what to think. I need to move on. But it's hard and it sucks. Just a couple of weeks ago I was freaking out because I thought he was married. Well, he's not and, as he told me today, he doesn't know if he could ever be committed to someone again. Of course I'm still gorgeous and would make the perfect girlfriend, but he's just loving being single too much. In a way I think that's so sad, and in a way it makes me really mad. Sad that he doesn't realize that at some point he's going to feel really alone and want more to life than going out with his friends. Mad that I had to meet him after he made this decision. I had my whole life figured out and it completely revolved around him. Yeah, so I'm pathetic. So what? I loved him. A lot. I still do and it's making me miserable.
I will say this: I just knew I would see him this weekend. I just knew it. Only, I thought that this time things would be different with him and so I figured that I would then OF COURSE die in a plane crash just as things were starting to work out for me. I am so totally messed up in the head, i realize this, but I did run into him and the conversation was freakishly familiar. At least now maybe I will live since I'm still a miserable and tortured soul.
So that's it. He says he's going to call me before my trip but we'll see. I told him I didn't really know if I wanted him to call me, but he said he would regardless of whether I wanted to or not.
Anyway, the reason I haven't been blogging much is because my computer died at work. Sure, it still runs, but at the speed of shit that won't come out. It's killing me. I have to go in tomorrow to do work because I can't seem to get anything done when there are other people in the office. I spent 2 hours this morning getting my car inspected and an oil change, and then after spending two hours pulling myself together after the phone call from him, I did some serious shopping...new sneaks, new undies and books for the plane. I also spent some time watching planes at the airport as part of my 'therapy.' I have so many last minute things to do before I leave I have no idea how I'm going to get them done. I feel like there are just not enough hours in the day to do it all.
I need a drink.Â« less glitter
I wish...people wouldn't fling their car doors open right as I'm about to pass them on a narrow, busy road.more glitter... Â»
Idiots!Â« less glitter
You ever have one of those days where you just feel you would've been better off staying in bed? That's me today, only I just shouldn't have come to work. If I wasn't about to take a week off I would've called in because it's so nice out. But today I'm the one driving like those idiots that almost kill people. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm seeing turning lanes where there are none and not paying attention when I back out of parking spots. Then I spilled coffee on my pants, but luckily I'm wearing my indestructable black pants today. I'm feeling that people are generally oblivious, inefficient and self-absorbed, so basically I'm pissy. I don't feel tired, but it's certainly possible that this is because I got to bed so late. I just wasn't tired last night and then I got sucked into The Ellen DeGeneres Show. I might've gone over the edge had it not been for my coworker who showed up at the office with her baby, right after I spilled the coffee.
UPDATE: I don't think I could be more of a spaz today. Turns out I did in fact spill coffee on my new shirt -- so new that the chiroprator had to tell me I still had the stupid tag on it. In addition to the coffee, my shirt was also blessed by some feta and hummus. What the hell is my malfunction today?more glitter... Â»
Today's Daily Rant
was is still brought to you by the number 5647 and the letters F and U.
A huge thank you to everyone who made a contribution to the Aids Walk. My final total was $220, $85 of that (I think) from my fellow bloggers. You guys rock! I have pics, but I haven't had a chance to get them off my camera yet. And yesterday I was the number one search result for 'albany aids walk' on google, but today I'm #2. I actually felt bad since I really shouldn't be the first site that comes up, but it is kinda funny.
The weekend with my parents was really good. On Saturday, my mom and I went and did some serious shopping. I am a happy camper -- I finally got some jeans. But I also got some other clothes and some jewels, I know what I'm getting my friend for her wedding, and I got a handbag for the wedding. It's an initial bag, but they didn't have any of my initials in the color I needed so I just bought an 'S' bag. If anyone asks, it stands for sexy ;) I suppose it could also be slutty, or stupid, or sleazy, or slimey, or ssssammy the sssssnake, but I'm going with sexy dammit.more glitter... Â»
On Sunday, we went to the Aids Walk and then Saratoga. It couldn't have been a more perfect day for hanging out in Congress Park. My mom even rode the carousel with me. I also tried one of the pills that will hopefully help get me through the flight. I made me kinda sleepy, kinda giddy and I guess a little more relaxed. My dad didn't annoy me quite as much as he was earlier in the day ;) But as a result, I fell asleep and missed the last hour of the Emmy's. I was pissed.
I got my photos back from the bachelorette party. Oh the scandal. And I'm in pain today because you really shouldn't do girly push-ups on a hardwood floor. My knee is killing today. Plus I slept weird or something and can't turn my head to the left without experiencing some serious pain.
Last thing -- I promise! -- I went to the therapist this morning for the last time before my flight. And one thing she made me see I think will help. I told her that when it comes to me and my life I am incredibly pessimistic. So she asked me how many times when I thought something was going to turn out bad was I wrong. Turns out I'm wrong a lot of the time. So, hopefully I'm wrong that the plane is going to crash adn I'm going to die.
I guess that's enough rambling for now. Carry on.Â« less glitter
Hurricanes are most definitely NOT good for curly hair. I don't know what I was thinking. Sure, the humidity is faboo. But the wind? No way. It's crazy I tell you. Crazy.
And the refreshed feeling I felt this morning is now long gone and has been replaced by sheer exhaustion. I could fall asleep right now if you gave me a pillow. It's the kind of tired that makes you feel dizzy and slightly ill. I don't know how I'll last even two hours tonight, especially if I have alcohol. Oi vey. Would it be wrong to leave work early to take a nap so that I will have the strength to party later?
My kind of friday five...
1. Who is your favorite singer/musician? Why? David Grohl. I love his voice and his songwriting. You can just feel that there is real passion behind his music. But he's also a total goofball and I love that too.
2. What one singer/musician can you not stand? Why? Oh, but there are so many. Current ones I loathe are Creed, System of a Down, Avril Lavigne and last, but certainly not least, Evanescence.
3. If your favorite singer wasn't in the music business, do you think you would still like him/her as a person? Yes. See goofball above.
4. Have you been to any concerts? If yes, who put on the best show? Many -- here's the list. The best show I think was Bruce Springsteen.
5. What are your thoughts on downloading free music online vs. purchasing albums? Do you feel the RIAA is right in its pursuit to stop people from dowloading free music? Download away. I'm sorry, but downloading music is just a high tech version of recording songs from the radio and copying your friend's tape or record and no one seemed to care about that. It has in no way made me buy fewer cds and from what I can tell, no one else has stopped buying them either. The price being so high is what makes people buy so few cds, and when I do, it's usually at a used cd store. If I like an artist I will buy the real thing because I have to have the cd jacket and I would just rather have the actual cd. So the music industry should just follow the lead of Universal Music Group and lower their prices. The CEOs will survive just as well on $20 mil salaries as they would on $30 mil salaries.
Yes, it's a great hair day thanks to Isabel. Maybe I shouldn't joke about it since 10 people have died. Ok, sorry. It's seriously raining here right now, and last night when we were leaving the city, the wind was crazy and the waves were so choppy. And I was mesmerized by the clouds -- the sky was just covered with them and they were moving so quickly. It looked really cool going by the Empire State Building. I took some pictures this morning of the clouds rolling in but who knows when I'll get them off my camera. It's just amazing to think that something that's hundreds and hundreds of miles away is causing this. Bizarre.
Anyway, the board meeting and my presentation went just fine. Thanks for everyone's good luck messages. I feel much relieved. That might have something to do with the road beer, or it could be the good night's sleep. I still feel like I've got a cold coming on but I hope I can fight it. Mom and Dad are coming tomorrow and tonight I have to go out to support a coworker -- she won some promotion thing so she needs as many people as possible to go out to this bar. We get in free and get $2 drinks from 8-10pm. Then whoever (whomever?) has the most people wins a $50 beer tab. Count me in.
Last but not least, it's not too late to make a pledge for the Albany Aids Walk that I'll be participating in on Sunday. A huge thanks to everyone who's already pledged -- I'm up to $155! That's the most I've ever been able to raise and I haven't even hit my parents up yet. So thanks again! But if you haven't and want to, you have all day today and tomorrow ;)
Just a quick entry before I am shuffled to NYC. I'm waiting for the printer to get here. We were here until almost 10pm last night and I got here just after 8am only to find out that they wanted to make one more change. Fun fun fun. I'm soooo tired and I feel like I'm fighting a cold. The good thing about working late yesterday was that I got to see keanu on the sharon osbourne show with his band becky, and getting up so early today I saw a spectacular sunrise.
In other news, apparently my not calling for 2 weeks is not enough of a hint for young hot boy who has now been elevated to young hot stalker boy. He's making it difficult to let go of his hotness.
I wish...that people understood the meaning of the word "deadline." Or at least realized that death is somehow involved if it isn't met or if you insist on asking me to help you with things completely unrelated to the task at hand.more glitter... Â»
We have 4.25 hours left and it isn't looking good considering I'm sitting here doing this and eating my lunch. My secret plan was to get out of tomorrow's board meeting by missing today's deadline and having the printer come in the morning. If I do still end up going, at least now we're leaving at 8:30am instead of 7:30am (the meeting is in the city).
Ouch. I just bit into my fork.
Ok, they just came to give me work. Woo hoo! I never thought I'd be so excited to have work to do.Â« less glitter
No, I'm not pledging, although it feels like it sometimes. It's
6:48pm 7:23pm and I'm still at work. I'm tired. I'm eating carrots and hummus. We have to get a major publication to the printer by COB tomorrow and there are still unfinished pages. I am totally willing to stay as late as I have to tonight so as to save myself a nervous breakdown tomorrow, but no one else seems to be. Then I'm supposed to give a presentation at a board meeting on Thursday only I have no idea what I'm supposed to be talking about.
Someone wanna pretend to be me the rest of the week?Â« less glitter
Hello Brandon! Wowzer. After much blood, sweat and pain, and even though she didn't have to, Julie has not only worked her magic and given us the wonderful view we have here today, but thanks to her I have finally joined the ranks of the skinned. Yay! So go thank her and while you're at it, go get yourself some moxie.
I'm still distracted by thoughts of hunks. Christine wrote some more about our night of debauchery here. Probably the funniest line of the night was when Montana boy asked me, in all seriousness, "Have you ever been out until 4am?" And I just looked at him and said, well yeah, and tonight will be another one. Apparently the bars close at 2:30am in Montana. I can certainly sympathize because in Albany, most places close at 2 or 3am. But it was just so cute. They were so amazed by New York.
My drive home got a little 'dicey' toward the end when extreme exhaustion set in. I started to get reeeeaaaally sleepy which led to some panicky type feelings. And then, like an act of God to save me from crashing, I get over this hill and there in front of me coming out of a mountain are two rainbows. They were so spectacular. I found a place to pull over and take some pictures, but I don't think any will really capture how amazing it was in person, especially that first view. Then I pulled over at an overlook to take some pics of the mountain views and there were two deer hangin out, munchin on some grass. And then further down there were another two rainbows. So in all, I saw four rainbows, 4 deer and some turkeys. It was quite the outdoors experience.
But talk about two extremes: NYC in all it's glory with dancing on bars, girls making out, bras for beads, strippers and partying until 4am, and upstate with mountains, wildlife and scenic views.
I really love New York.
Wow. I think there should be a bachelorette party every weekend so I can keep going back to see these guys. I'm so in love with Rob and Anthony. I really didn't think I would like going to a male review show, but I have been reformed. Someone needs to take me for my birthday, christmas, my half birthday, the winter solstice, groundhog day, whatever, just take me. Please. And give me lots of $1 bills.more glitter... Â»
After hunkmania, we went to Bourbon Street on the upper west side which turned out to be a lot of fun. Jane was able to check off most of the items on the scavenger hunt list compiled by Christine, Keg and I. She even got an on duty FDNY EMS guy to write her a 'good luck' message. We met some boys from Montana who now have many incriminating photos of us, including several of all of us dancing on a bar. Yes, I danced on a bar. We have incriminating photos too and maybe, if you're lucky, I'll post a few here. But first, I need to get my ass (which got more action last night than my entire body has in the last 5 years) back up to Albany. Not an easy task considering I got to bed after 4:30am and was up at 9:15am. Yuck. But so much fun :) I highly recommend this kind of debauchery on a regular basis.Â« less glitter
I'm in da hood so for some reason I start tawking like dis. In just a couple of hours I'll be headed to the city for something, but I can't say what on the remote chance that the star of the evening reads this. She won't, but I better just be safe. She does know the night will most definitely involve drinking, dancing and dressing like hoochies. Ok, I'm not gonna dress too hoochie, but it's as hoochie as I get these days.more glitter... Â»
I tried on the bridesmaid dress last night with the shoes and I immediately sunk into a deep dark depression. I've apparently gained weight since I bought it because it is definitely snugger around my big fat thighs and my stomach. So today begins 3 weeks of low-carb eating. I might even have to use Equal in my coffee. Yuck, and hello, brain cancer. But for three weeks I can manage. Maybe. I'm already hungry. All I've had today is two scrambled egges and a banana. Not a lot for someone who needs to eat every 2 hours or I get kinda psycho.
I'm off to the living room to do my nails. Hopefully I'll have some fun, scandalous stories (and pictures) tomorrow. Now you ain't gotta be all up on my grill yo.Â« less glitter
So I lied, but what's one more post? And I just have to mention that I'm having a god-awful hair day.more glitter... Â»
1. Is the name you have now the same name that's on your birth certificate? If not, what's changed? As far as I know it is -- Laura Lynn (i guess mikey could've used this post a few days ago).
2. If you could change your name (first, middle and/or last), what would it be? I used to hate my name. I don't know why, I guess just because there really weren't any other Laura's in school, just a Lauren. But now I like it just fine. Growing up I wanted to be named Pamela for some bizarro reason. Now I don't really give it much thought.
3. Why were you named what you were? (Is there a story behind it? Who specifically was responsible for naming you?) I think my mom's two main goals were to NOT name me after my father's mother -- Aida (love you grandma, but thank goodness she didn't get her way!) -- and to keep any form of Rose out of my name (my mom is Rosann, her mother was Rose -- short for Rosaria -- and she had three first cousins all with the same first and last names!). I think there was a reason for Laura but it escapes me now. I'll have to ask again.
4. Are there any names you really hate or love? What are they and why? I mostly think of names I like or dislike in terms of what I would name my kids. For boys, I love all-american names like Christopher, Ryan (the name of young hot boy by the way) and Austin. But I also love the name Gavin. Gavin's are destined to be hot. For girls, I kind of like more ethnic sounding names like Sophie or Gabriella or something. Unfortunately, a lot of names have been ruined forever because of the evil people I associate them with.
5. Is the analysis of your name at kabalarians.com accurate? How or how isn't it? Well, let's see:
The name of Laura brings opportunities for success in business and financial accumulation. It fires you with ambition and promotional ideas, ideas that are original, progressive, and large-scale. With this name, success to you is a foregone conclusion, for you cannot conceive any reason for not reaching all your goals, as you have self-sufficiency, supreme confidence, boundless energy, and enthusiasm. As long as you have a sense of freedom from monotony and drudgery, and can see progress being made, you feel buoyant and optimistic. However, obstacles and frustration can give rise to feelings of impatience, intolerance, and depression. The ever-present desire to progress does not allow you proper relaxation or the proper expression of the softer feminine qualities of sympathy, encouragement, and affection. Others see you as rather shrewd and calculating. Your intense, restless nature can bring on tension which affects the solar plexus and digestion, or the female organs.
Hmmm. I'm not too sure about this one. I don't have supreme confidence and I'm definitely not optimistic, at least when it comes to my own life. I certainly get stessed and tense though. And problems with the female organs is also a Scorpio thing so I guess I've been double whammied.Â« less glitter
In the trivial-matters-of-life-department, the boy isn't quitting. He called at 1:30am. If this continues, I will have to answer the phone, if he calls when I'm awake, and ream him a new one.more glitter... Â»
I'm pretty much all packed and the house is clean, more or less, for my trip to Queens tonight. I haven't left after work in a long time. I usually take Friday off because I'm always so tired after work. Plus it's getting dark earlier, so my plan is to sneak out of work early because I need to run back home, feed the cat, eat something and load the car. Only problem is we have something going to the printer today and we need to wait until the last possible minute. I'm hoping 4pm is late enough.
I really want to see Jules, Krisizzle and the neurotic one but it's going to be tough. I won't be getting home until probably after 8pm tonight. If I skip doing any laundry this evening, I guess it can be done, but I absolutely must do all my laundry by tomorrow late afternoon since I need to get into the city by 6:30 or 7. Jane, the one who's getting married, is hopefully also stopping by my house first so my parents can give her a wedding present. They haven't seen her in a long time, so this will be fun.
Jane basically lived at my house when we first became friends and my mom always used to give us milk and cookies. Jane and I rode our bikes all over Little Neck and every day, without fail, the fun would end with my mom cleaning up one of Jane's wounds. She was always the more daring one which meant she always got hurt. When I got my 10 speed my dad told me not to let anyone else ride it, so, being the obedient daughter I was, I of course let Jane. I then watched as Jane fell and the bike flipped in the air above her. Ahhhh....Jane. Those were the best times.
Ok, I think that's enough posting to last me through the weekend. Back to work people!Â« less glitter
Do not let the pile of clothing you keep on the chair next to your bed become so overwhelming that when you finally clear it off you find a pair of pants you completely forgot you even owned and, as a result, have not worn since you went to Last Call With Carson Daly.more glitter... Â»
And I know that was the last time because there was a Metrocard in the back pocket. I'm such a dumbass. I love these pants too! They're cropped grey pants, very nice for work in the summer and now I probably will only be able to wear them a handful of times because soon it will be too cold. The really dumb thing is just the other day out of nowhere I was thinking to myself, "hmmm...didn't I recently buy another pair of pants?" I could actually see myself trying them on and I remembered where I bought them but I couldn't for the life of me remember what they looked like so I just assumed I was losing it. Well, apparently I am anyway.Â« less glitter
At first this made me feel nice and young, but then it just made me feel oh so old.more glitter... Â»
You said your birthday is 11 / 22 / 1975
which means you are 27 years old and about:
59 years 1 month younger than Walter Cronkite, age 86
55 years 6 months younger than Pope John Paul II, age 83
51 years 5 months younger than George Herbert Bush, age 79
44 years 2 months younger than Barbara Walters, age 71
42 years 0 months younger than Larry King, age 69
35 years 9 months younger than Ted Koppel, age 63
32 years 5 months younger than Geraldo Rivera, age 60
29 years 5 months younger than George W. Bush, age 57
24 years 4 months younger than Jesse Ventura, age 52
20 years 1 month younger than Bill Gates, age 47
15 years 3 months younger than Cal Ripken Jr., age 43
9 years 5 months younger than Mike Tyson, age 37
5 years 4 months younger than Jennifer Lopez, age 33
0 years 1 month older than Tiger Woods, age 27
6 years 7 months older than Prince William, age 21 (perfectly acceptable age difference, don't you think?)
and that you were:
25 years old at the time of the 9-11 attack on America
24 years old on the first day of Y2K
21 years old when Princess Diana was killed in a car crash
19 years old at the time of Oklahoma City bombing
18 years old when O. J. Simpson was charged with murder
17 years old at the time of the 93 bombing of the World Trade Center
15 years old when Operation Desert Storm began
13 years old during the fall of the Berlin Wall
10 years old when the space shuttle Challenger exploded
8 years old when Apple introduced the Macintosh
7 years old during Sally Ride's travel in space
5 years old when Pres. Reagan was shot by John Hinckley, Jr.
3 years old at the time the Iran hostage crisis began
not yet 1 year old on the U.S.'s bicentennial Fourth of July
So we all know by now that the music industry is starting to sue random people for downloading music off the internet. But according to this article:
In the most recent wave of investigations, the RIAA has used automated tools that look for a relatively short list of files. When it finds a person sharing one or more of those files, it downloads all or many of them for verification purposes. A complete list of these target files is not available, but a sampling of files cited in the early lawsuits includes the following artists and songs:
â€¢ Bobby McFerrin, "Don't Worry, Be Happy"
â€¢ Thompson Twins, "Hold Me Now"
â€¢ Eagles, "Hotel California"
â€¢ George Michael, "Kissing A Fool"
â€¢ Paula Abdul, "Knocked Out"
â€¢ Green Day, "Minority"
â€¢ UB40, "Red Red Wine"
â€¢ Ludacris "Area Codes"
â€¢ Marvin Gaye, "Sexual Healing"
â€¢ Avril Lavigne, "Complicated"
Ok, who the hell is downloading Don't Worry, Be Happy or the Thompson Twins? And who's even heard of that Paula Abdul song? Don't even get me started on Avril Lavigne. Anyone downloading these songs should be sued...
for bad taste.
Am I being dramatic? Perhaps. But I got kind of a jolt this morning, and I don't mean the good kind.more glitter... Â»
I had to drop off a job at the printer this morning and I often chit chat with the sales guy. He's around my age and I often see him out at the bars downtown. We started talking about bachelor/bachelorette parties and turns out he has one this weekend. It's for a friend's brother -- the friend's name is 'John'. John got married in May and the sales guy was I think in the wedding, and now his brother's getting married, but the wedding is in New Jersey where I guess he lives. What's jolting? The John part. (Here's where all my friends will roll their eyes and say, "Oh god, is she still talking about him?". Yes, yes I am.) So I used to date a John but for various reasons, mostly timing and him 'needing' to be single for an unspecified time period, we haven't spoken in over a year. Sure, there are tons of Johns in the world but Albany isn't called smAlbany for no reason. And John even told me once that he knew someone that worked at this printing company. Now, this sales rep didn't work there at the time, but he worked at another company with a very similar name just down the road. And John does have a brother who was also single at the time.
I'm sure it's not him, almost, because I doubt his brother would move to Jersey since he has a little girl that lives here. I doubt that I wouldn't have met the sales guy if he was a close enough friend to be in the wedding. I also doubt John would, in just over a year, have decided he didn't need to be single anymore, met someone else and got married. It seems a little unlikely. But the reality of it is harsh nonetheless. I instantly felt sick to my stomach just thinking of the possibility. I, quite pathetically, am holding on to the hope that I'll run into somewhere and it'll finally be the right time for both of us and we can live happily ever after, blah blah blah. Yeah, it's stupid, but I'm a sucker for true love, destiny, fate and all that crap. And it's impossible to move on or forget about him so long as I remain single. And believe me, it's not like I'm not trying to remedy that situation.Â« less glitter