Thursday, January 22, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
STUPID LIBRA III
My Best Friend and I actually made it a whole week without fighting with each other over anything. And it wasn't even because we didn't see each other. It's like we found a detente of sorts.
For the food receipts issue, I've just decided that I'm still gonna buy stuff anyway. I may as well take advantage of the fact that I work in a supermarket. However, I will run all receipts by my Best Friend now so she can decide what she will chip in for and what she will buy outright. I didn't want it to be that way. My Best Friend and me aren't just roommates who got together through an ad in a newspaper. We've been friends for a hell of long time. We're family and like family, I wanted to just share the expenses so that we wouldn't have to become petty and/or territorial with our food. Also, I figured if we were splitting the food bill half and half regardless of who eats what, that when we have guests over, we wouldn't have to be bad hosts by refusing to let someone eat my food or her food. I guess it won't be that way and I'll just have to accept that. *Sigh* I don't look forward to the territorial disputes that are likely to erupt at some point.
My Best Friend did the dishes a couple of times this week as well which was nice. There may be hope for us after all :-p
(originally posted to That Other Journal on January 20, 2009)
For the food receipts issue, I've just decided that I'm still gonna buy stuff anyway. I may as well take advantage of the fact that I work in a supermarket. However, I will run all receipts by my Best Friend now so she can decide what she will chip in for and what she will buy outright. I didn't want it to be that way. My Best Friend and me aren't just roommates who got together through an ad in a newspaper. We've been friends for a hell of long time. We're family and like family, I wanted to just share the expenses so that we wouldn't have to become petty and/or territorial with our food. Also, I figured if we were splitting the food bill half and half regardless of who eats what, that when we have guests over, we wouldn't have to be bad hosts by refusing to let someone eat my food or her food. I guess it won't be that way and I'll just have to accept that. *Sigh* I don't look forward to the territorial disputes that are likely to erupt at some point.
My Best Friend did the dishes a couple of times this week as well which was nice. There may be hope for us after all :-p
(originally posted to That Other Journal on January 20, 2009)
Friday, January 16, 2009
MY NEW CELEBRITY CRUSH?
"Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?" by She and Him
I've been hearing this song at work and I really like it: it puts me in a
good mood. The video's entertaining to watch too. Who knew Zooey
Deschanel was so cute? (or is it just in this video?)
:-)
:-)
(originally posted to That Other Journal on January 16, 2009)
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
PERIOD
I decided to yield to temptation a few minutes ago.
This girl I've been crushing on since July 2007 and haven't spoken to (or seen as she works the morning shift now) since she finally deleted me from MySpace (October 2008) was on AIM.
I sent her a sheepish, "Am I even allowed to talk to you?" with an embarrassed-looking emoticon and the response I got was, "Who is this?"
Ouch. :-/ A fitting punctuation?
And for those of you who know me, I actually tried with her. I got her phone number, we chatted a few times. We IM'd a few times. I asked her out. She said yes. And when the day came, she stood me up. Being the desperate forgiving douchebag that I am, I asked her out again about two months later. Again, she agreed and again, she stood me up.
I hate being smitten.
ADDENDUM:
A few weeks back, Digby actually spoke to me for the first time in like nine months. Granted we only see each other rarely these days; but still, it came to me as a surprise...even more so because I had just finished pointing out to my coworkers how, even though I know it's a coincidence, I swear Digby seems to avoid me when we do cross paths -- clocking out early, finding something to do down a random aisle, going on a break at exactly that moment, etc. When she spoke to me, I have to admit it half-annoyed me because I was starting to find her apparent avoidance of me funny. It was like a game that I was starting to look forward to. =] I apologized for being a douchebag to her online (without referencing the origin of this behavior...namely, her standing me up) and she waved it off like it was nothing/alright. I really have to wonder if she even knew what I was talking about at this point as I highly doubt I was worth remembering to her. We even chit-chatted the following week when I told her that I was moving and she related a similar story to me. It felt like old times when I still yet had no clue just how disinterested in me she actually was. Anyways, MySpace keeps suggesting her as a friend. I thought I'd attempt to refriend her with a lighthearted "I promise I'll be good this time" message to accompanying. However, I found out yesterday that she had blocked me on MySpace (Facebook too? I haven't checked. Her birthday is soon...I'll likely message her a birthday greeting that day so I'll find out then)...ouch, and in the context of this entry...double ouch! I have to admit though, the main thing I'm interested in at this point on her MySpace page is if she systematically deleted all my photo and profile comments after deleting me. Maybe I'll find out, maybe I won't. I can't hold my breath though. She's very beautiful to me and always will be no matter what; but, fool me once...shame on you: fool me twice...shame on me: fool me thrice...you pathetic fool, am I right? I must actually take comfort in the sin of pride...who knew I actually had some? (May 26, 2009)
(originally posted to That Other Journal on January 14, 2009)
This girl I've been crushing on since July 2007 and haven't spoken to (or seen as she works the morning shift now) since she finally deleted me from MySpace (October 2008) was on AIM.
I sent her a sheepish, "Am I even allowed to talk to you?" with an embarrassed-looking emoticon and the response I got was, "Who is this?"
Ouch. :-/ A fitting punctuation?
And for those of you who know me, I actually tried with her. I got her phone number, we chatted a few times. We IM'd a few times. I asked her out. She said yes. And when the day came, she stood me up. Being the desperate forgiving douchebag that I am, I asked her out again about two months later. Again, she agreed and again, she stood me up.
I hate being smitten.
A few weeks back, Digby actually spoke to me for the first time in like nine months. Granted we only see each other rarely these days; but still, it came to me as a surprise...even more so because I had just finished pointing out to my coworkers how, even though I know it's a coincidence, I swear Digby seems to avoid me when we do cross paths -- clocking out early, finding something to do down a random aisle, going on a break at exactly that moment, etc. When she spoke to me, I have to admit it half-annoyed me because I was starting to find her apparent avoidance of me funny. It was like a game that I was starting to look forward to. =] I apologized for being a douchebag to her online (without referencing the origin of this behavior...namely, her standing me up) and she waved it off like it was nothing/alright. I really have to wonder if she even knew what I was talking about at this point as I highly doubt I was worth remembering to her. We even chit-chatted the following week when I told her that I was moving and she related a similar story to me. It felt like old times when I still yet had no clue just how disinterested in me she actually was. Anyways, MySpace keeps suggesting her as a friend. I thought I'd attempt to refriend her with a lighthearted "I promise I'll be good this time" message to accompanying. However, I found out yesterday that she had blocked me on MySpace (Facebook too? I haven't checked. Her birthday is soon...I'll likely message her a birthday greeting that day so I'll find out then)...ouch, and in the context of this entry...double ouch! I have to admit though, the main thing I'm interested in at this point on her MySpace page is if she systematically deleted all my photo and profile comments after deleting me. Maybe I'll find out, maybe I won't. I can't hold my breath though. She's very beautiful to me and always will be no matter what; but, fool me once...shame on you: fool me twice...shame on me: fool me thrice...you pathetic fool, am I right? I must actually take comfort in the sin of pride...who knew I actually had some? (May 26, 2009)
(originally posted to That Other Journal on January 14, 2009)
Thursday, January 8, 2009
SOMEONE MIGHT BE MAKING MONEY OFF THIS...
If there's a pool going on amongst my friends regarding how many days of peace I get between fights with my Best Friend, the winner this time will be the one(s) who bet.......one day. Wow.
This lovely ditty is brought to you by her lazy ass not taking out garbage that was clearly full in both the kitchen and bathroom and not even considering taking out the cardboard box my non-Malm Ikea chair came in. I only carried it in and assembled it. I didn't feel like going out in the rain to throw it away...sue me. Considering the way my life has gone, where does this unbridled optimism come from in me? I don't get it. You'd think I'd be so thoroughly defeated by her (and life) by now, that I'd just know better than to hope, but nope...the dope got sprinkled with fairy dust again...*sigh* Her reasoning as to why she, in the three hours she was home (and I was sleeping getting back on to my night schedule), that she could not take out the cardboard box (at the very least) was that she was coming inside and not going back out so that it would be inconvenient for her. Well, duh, but that's not an excuse not to do it and lay on your bed with your laptop fucking around on Facebook. When I get in these moments, I inevitably make it worse by reminding her how she hasn't once taken the garbage out with her (when she's going out and it'd be "convenient" for her) when she leaves in the morning. If she wasn't too busy yelling at me to come up with an excuse, I'd venture that she'd be too much in a hurry in the morning to do it anyway. I also inquired as to why she didn't do the dishes (it's generally my job since I do the cooking...not that she's ever done the dishes on the rare occasion that she's cooked for us and for herself). I figure once in a while would be a gesture of appreciation that I cook for her daily and that she benefits from that fact. But I could never get that out because her argument tactic, yelling without taking a breath and not listening so that even if you do get a word in, it won't matter, took over. She stopped listening at you, do, and dishes. At this point, I'm leaving for work. I have my bag in one hand and a fistful of garbage bags in the other so I didn't take the cardboard (her reasoning being, that since I'm passing by the bin anyway, I may as well do it -- a fair reason I'll admit, but as this argument was about her lack of participation in the minor chores of this apartment, it didn't matter. And for those of you wondering, in her mind, this was all about a cardboard box and nothing else). Anyway, as I'm leaving (we're still both yelling at each other), she grabs the box and throws it down the stairs at me. That would've been it, but unfortunately, it was overcast so I had to return for my umbrella. She, of course, did not move the cardboard so I could barely open the door. I call to my Best Friend for assistance and I forgot exactly what she said, but it resulted in her going back up the stairs without the box so I, like a maniac, had to repeatedly smash the door into the box until I had enough space to squeeze through and get the umbrella.
*think Spongebob Squarepants* (Ninety minutes earlier.....)
My Best Friend wakes me at 7:30 (Alarm was set for 8) wondering when I would be making dinner. Already this day was starting off well... I get up, see the cardboard box still in the living room and the dishes from yesterday still in the sink. I would've done these in the afternoon like normal, but as I said before, I had to get back into my night schedule so I was sleeping late (I have to sleep a half a night's sleep Tuesday night and then do the other half Wednesday afternoon to do this. I'm not keeping my night schedule on my days off in case anyone needs to talk to me or wants to see me). Either way, I take out the shell steaks from the refrigerator and make some rice and corn and do the dishes while they're broiling. My Best Friend finds out I'm cooking a real dinner and that she didn't want to eat so much so late adding that she didn't want to lay in bed full thinking about how fat she's getting and would've made something for herself earlier had she known. How observant of her not to notice the rather large package of meat in the refrigerator and more importantly...WHY THE HELL DID SHE THEN WAKE ME UP IF SHE DIDN'T WANT TO EAT SO MUCH SO LATE?! HOLY SHHHIT! One steak was noticeably larger than the other. I was gonna take that one not only because of her earlier remark, but also because she has a history of not eating as much as I do for dinner. But no, she took the big steak. I gave her less corn than me for the same reason only to get a complaint about that too from Miss Inconsistent. I gave her less rice than me cuz I know she doesn't really like rice. It was a genuine miracle that last night of all nights she did not want more rice than she got. *angelic chorus* And yes, those dishes remain on the stove and in the sink for those who made last minute bets.
For those of you betting that the cardboard would still be at the door when I got back home, you lose. I know, I'm scared too. She actually cleared it away and put it in the appropriate dumpster outside. Did she actually have a ping of conscience? There's that optimism again.....fuck.
On the plus side (yes there is one), I actually found $15 at work tonight. The last time we fought, I found $10. I have to admit, I'm tempted to fight again tonight. :-p
(originally posted to That Other Journal on January 8, 2009)
This lovely ditty is brought to you by her lazy ass not taking out garbage that was clearly full in both the kitchen and bathroom and not even considering taking out the cardboard box my non-Malm Ikea chair came in. I only carried it in and assembled it. I didn't feel like going out in the rain to throw it away...sue me. Considering the way my life has gone, where does this unbridled optimism come from in me? I don't get it. You'd think I'd be so thoroughly defeated by her (and life) by now, that I'd just know better than to hope, but nope...the dope got sprinkled with fairy dust again...*sigh* Her reasoning as to why she, in the three hours she was home (and I was sleeping getting back on to my night schedule), that she could not take out the cardboard box (at the very least) was that she was coming inside and not going back out so that it would be inconvenient for her. Well, duh, but that's not an excuse not to do it and lay on your bed with your laptop fucking around on Facebook. When I get in these moments, I inevitably make it worse by reminding her how she hasn't once taken the garbage out with her (when she's going out and it'd be "convenient" for her) when she leaves in the morning. If she wasn't too busy yelling at me to come up with an excuse, I'd venture that she'd be too much in a hurry in the morning to do it anyway. I also inquired as to why she didn't do the dishes (it's generally my job since I do the cooking...not that she's ever done the dishes on the rare occasion that she's cooked for us and for herself). I figure once in a while would be a gesture of appreciation that I cook for her daily and that she benefits from that fact. But I could never get that out because her argument tactic, yelling without taking a breath and not listening so that even if you do get a word in, it won't matter, took over. She stopped listening at you, do, and dishes. At this point, I'm leaving for work. I have my bag in one hand and a fistful of garbage bags in the other so I didn't take the cardboard (her reasoning being, that since I'm passing by the bin anyway, I may as well do it -- a fair reason I'll admit, but as this argument was about her lack of participation in the minor chores of this apartment, it didn't matter. And for those of you wondering, in her mind, this was all about a cardboard box and nothing else). Anyway, as I'm leaving (we're still both yelling at each other), she grabs the box and throws it down the stairs at me. That would've been it, but unfortunately, it was overcast so I had to return for my umbrella. She, of course, did not move the cardboard so I could barely open the door. I call to my Best Friend for assistance and I forgot exactly what she said, but it resulted in her going back up the stairs without the box so I, like a maniac, had to repeatedly smash the door into the box until I had enough space to squeeze through and get the umbrella.
My Best Friend wakes me at 7:30 (Alarm was set for 8) wondering when I would be making dinner. Already this day was starting off well... I get up, see the cardboard box still in the living room and the dishes from yesterday still in the sink. I would've done these in the afternoon like normal, but as I said before, I had to get back into my night schedule so I was sleeping late (I have to sleep a half a night's sleep Tuesday night and then do the other half Wednesday afternoon to do this. I'm not keeping my night schedule on my days off in case anyone needs to talk to me or wants to see me). Either way, I take out the shell steaks from the refrigerator and make some rice and corn and do the dishes while they're broiling. My Best Friend finds out I'm cooking a real dinner and that she didn't want to eat so much so late adding that she didn't want to lay in bed full thinking about how fat she's getting and would've made something for herself earlier had she known. How observant of her not to notice the rather large package of meat in the refrigerator and more importantly...WHY THE HELL DID SHE THEN WAKE ME UP IF SHE DIDN'T WANT TO EAT SO MUCH SO LATE?! HOLY SHHHIT! One steak was noticeably larger than the other. I was gonna take that one not only because of her earlier remark, but also because she has a history of not eating as much as I do for dinner. But no, she took the big steak. I gave her less corn than me for the same reason only to get a complaint about that too from Miss Inconsistent. I gave her less rice than me cuz I know she doesn't really like rice. It was a genuine miracle that last night of all nights she did not want more rice than she got. *angelic chorus* And yes, those dishes remain on the stove and in the sink for those who made last minute bets.
For those of you betting that the cardboard would still be at the door when I got back home, you lose. I know, I'm scared too. She actually cleared it away and put it in the appropriate dumpster outside. Did she actually have a ping of conscience? There's that optimism again.....fuck.
On the plus side (yes there is one), I actually found $15 at work tonight. The last time we fought, I found $10. I have to admit, I'm tempted to fight again tonight. :-p
(originally posted to That Other Journal on January 8, 2009)
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
I HOPE YOU CAN SEE THE HUMOR IN THIS...
I've been doing what I can to eliminate animal products in the snacks and peripheral foods (e.g. pasta sauce) I buy. That's not to say that this hasn't had its share of annoyances. I like doughnuts! And apple puffs! And waffles! And Bisquick sucks! All these things contain at least an egg and/or milk. It's not that I won't eat these things anymore...if I'm served some at a gathering or whatever, I'll happily chow down on 'em. Like I've said, it's about limitation, not elimination. Thankfully, there's enough "happens to be vegan" snack foods out there that I don't feel like I'm missing too much.
The other day, I had to buy spaghetti sauce and read the ingredients only to find out that they contain meat and/or cheese so I'm like, "Oh, I can't get this, can't get the vegetable one cuz it still has cheese, etc." I was happy to have finally stumbled upon marinara sauce which seemed to be what I was looking for and then I blithely went to the frozen foods aisles to pick up beef and cheese tortellini to make with this sauce. I feel like the stereotypical fat man ordering the diet coke to go with his feeds four dinner...*mocking voice* cuz he's trying to watch his weight.
I did look for a bag of ready-made veggie "meat"balls to mix half and half with the real ones to see if I'd notice, but my supermarket doesn't sell any so that experiment will have to wait. My feeties hurt after a week of walking and standing at work so I'm not exactly eager to go travelling about my area on my days off to look for that does sell those things. :-)
(originally posted to That Other Journal on January 7, 2009)
The other day, I had to buy spaghetti sauce and read the ingredients only to find out that they contain meat and/or cheese so I'm like, "Oh, I can't get this, can't get the vegetable one cuz it still has cheese, etc." I was happy to have finally stumbled upon marinara sauce which seemed to be what I was looking for and then I blithely went to the frozen foods aisles to pick up beef and cheese tortellini to make with this sauce. I feel like the stereotypical fat man ordering the diet coke to go with his feeds four dinner...*mocking voice* cuz he's trying to watch his weight.
I did look for a bag of ready-made veggie "meat"balls to mix half and half with the real ones to see if I'd notice, but my supermarket doesn't sell any so that experiment will have to wait. My feeties hurt after a week of walking and standing at work so I'm not exactly eager to go travelling about my area on my days off to look for that does sell those things. :-)
(originally posted to That Other Journal on January 7, 2009)