4 posts tagged “rambling”

"Bruised" by Ben Folds makes me sad.

Love just leaves you bruised 
And I've got the scars to prove

I've been up all night talking to men willing to pay for sex.  Married men, committed men, lonely men, crazy men, sexually confused men, manly men - they all just want to get their rocks off.

It's such a strange world we live in.

Why it illegal to sell your body?  I've never understood that. If women want to fuck for money, why not let them?

It's not something I would personally do, but I don't see the harm in letting someone else do it.

This business is crazy.  So many women come into this looking for quick cash to get out of a tough situation, but once they see the insane cash flow, it's hard to go back to a normal 9-5.  The money you make in a night is more than some people make in a month.  How can you turn away from that kind of financial security?

Meh.

Cool things about living with guys:
    They're fairly clean
    They don't talk to me unless I talk to them
    They do what I want them to do
    They don't call to see where I am and when I'm coming home

Cool things about living with family:
    They do what I want them to do
    They don't talk to me unless I talk to them
    They don't call to see where I am and when I'm coming home

(Note: My brother and cousin are living with me.  So far, no major issues)

Things to buy/spend my money on:
    Wii
    VW Rabbit
    A new apartment
    New clothes
    Organic EVERYTHING

Things I don't want to do:
    Training on a job I've had for a year
    Clean my kitchen (even if it means just putting dishes in the dishwasher)
    Go to bed

Things I want to do:
    Go somewhere, do something
    Eat mac 'n cheese (random period craving?)
    Play The Sims
    Move to Seattle or Portland

Random:
    I had a dream my ex boyfriend slept with my ex best friend
    In that same dream, I found out I had HPV and herpes

I can't think of other things to list.  I can't think of things to blog about.  I give up on trying today

I've tried and failed horribly at updating this thing.  I try to type something out but it always turns to crap, I lose interest, and I find myself either sleeping or watching Grey's Anatomy on TV-Links.  That has been my life, Grey's Anatomy, for the last week.  I can't complain.  It's a great show.

See, already turning to crap.

That little bit of crap above was written 20 minutes ago.  I got distracted by my camera, AIM, my cats, and then Vice Magazine. Have you ever read Vice?  It's my guilty pleasure.  As much as I would love to read something better, Vice keeps sucking me in with gems like this:

It's still summer in Australia and everyone's dressing like a fat Japanese girl that's sleeping at your house because her dad found her dildo and he is fucking furious but she could give a shit and she's not falling for his tyrannical bullshit anymore."

I've read that a million times and I still laugh out loud.  I don't know what it is, maybe it's the run-on sentence, but Vice?  It's nothing short of magical.

On the topic of magic, the Labyrinth with David Bowie is the best movie ever made. Hands down.  I was going to link you to the movie on TV-Links but it's not working.  That site has been failing me a lot lately.

This Sunday I'm going to visit my friend, Nich, in La Jolla for a tattoo session.  I'm thrilled, excited, stoked, anxious, and even a little ecstatic about getting tattooed.  I'm going to get "Be Good" tattooed on the back of my neck, probably in Times New Roman.  Yes, you read that right. Times New Roman.  Perhaps even in bold.  Scratch that, it doesn't look good bold.

I'm getting "Be Good" because it is something my grandpa would always say to me.  He died almost 4 years ago, I miss him terribly.  My grandma says it to me now.  It's good advice.  Simple words to live by.

I'm also going to get a chest piece of octopi.  (Isn't that the word for more than one octopus?  Spell check is saying no, but this is my Vox, I'll do what I want!)  Why octopi?  Because they're my favorite animal.  And they have eight arms (or legs, however you want to look at it) and I wish I had eight arms.  With them, I'd be able to better manage my life.  And I would be able to drive, text, drink, and eat all at the same time without people yelling at me.  Apparently these actions are unacceptable when you have two arms.  I do it all the time, live a little people.  I don't want to die as much as you do, but life IS short, therefore I need to get all of those things done at once.  Don't ask questions, go with it.  (I'm totally babbling)

OH! And I'm going to get a couple of crabs tattooed down near my hip bones. That way I can pull down my pants and say, "Look! I have crabs!"  (There's another meaning behind it, I just don't feel like talking about meanings anymore.) 

I can't believe it's already June. Where is time going?  My brother turns 16 in 4 days.  He's a cool kid, see:

He will be moving in with me in a couple weeks for a few weeks.  It's a long, lame story - totally not going to get into it.  I'm just excited to have my brother around, I don't see him often enough.  My cousin, Kyle, is also moving in.  Three people in a one bedroom apartment... hm.  Not sure how well it's going to work out, but luckily it's all temporary.  Once Kyle gets a job in town, we'll be able to move into a two bedroom. 

This year is sure bringing in a lot of changes!

Alternative weddings are gay.  If you're over this 'antiquated tradition' why the fuck are you participating in it in the first place?  It's like having a graffiti slipcover over your Bible or doing your homework with a pencil that says, 'Fuck This.'"

My dearest friend Jamie is turning 20 this Saturday.  We're all headed to the casino for a purple and gold bash.  Meaning, she wants us all to dress in purple and gold. She doesn't want us looking cute, though.  She wants something silly, something... FUN.  In Jamie language this means tacky.  Wonderful.

I was dreading the whole idea of looking tacky in purple and gold.  I had such a hard time finding something to wear.  I went to 7 different stores before I got an outfit together.  I'll be wearing a purple dress, a gold belt, purple leg warmers, gold glittery heels, a purple bead necklace, a gold fish necklace, and a gold chain.  All together it looks pretty cute.  I'm thinking twice about whether or not I'm going to wear the gold sparkly mullet wig that I picked up at party city. 

In short, I'm pretty excited about this trip. 

A few posts back I mentioned my mother trying to hook me up with the "perfect boy."  The only thing we had in common was being vegetarians, but even that isn't completely true since I still eat sea creatures.  Anyway, back to my story.  When I met him he was living at my cousin's house... sleeping on their couch.  About a month ago he was kicked off of my cousin's couch and moved to my mother's.  My mom tried to help the poor kid out by getting him a job.  After two days on the job he was too sick to go back and refused to help my mom pay for stuff around the house.  My mom had had enough and kicked him to the curb.  For about a week or two now he's been couch surfing.  A real winner, right?

Well, the other day when I posted my psycho neighbor story in a MySpace bulletine, he responded.  His solution?  Are you ready for this?  He suggested I drive to town to pick him up and.  And!  He'd crash on my couch. 

...

You serious, boy?  Here, let me share with you his actual response.

"If you're actually scared of the guy, come to fallbrook and get me, I'll stay up there and crash on your couch or something, if I even see the guy I'll just kick the shit out of him.

I don't like seeing girls scared, because usually they come to me scared after something bad's already happened so think about it."

My favorite part was the ending.  The whole, "so think about it," thing. 

Honey, I might be scared but not enough to have you sponge off of me.  If I'm going to pay for something to keep me safe, I'll buy a dog or install an alarm. Nice try, kid.  I have to give you credit for having such large balls.

Maybe I'm being a little sensitive, but who says a girl needs a man to feel safe?  I've been living alone for almost three years without any problems.  I haven't been all that scared, either.  The only thing I have to worry about in my situation right now is pissing off that guy again. WHICH I PLAN ON NOT DOING.  I know how to be safe.  I know not to work down dark alleys, how to lock my doors, who to call, and how to react. 

I don't live in the best area, but it doesn't really worry me.  Since I work graveshifts, it's important for me to keep a parking space near my apartments.  The street I live on has doesn't have any street lights.  When I parked the way I did the other morning, I thought it might be a problem but I figured I'd be dealing with a somewhat sane person.  (Really, who gets that angry about the way someone parks?)  But the only reason I parked there was to be safe later, when I'd be leaving my house that night.  Had I known that trying to safe was going to put me in danger, I probably would've parked somewhere else.

Oh well, I kind of lost my train of thought.  Top Chef is on and even though I've already seen this episode, I'm having trouble looking away.  I love everything about food.  (Maybe that's the reason I'm curvilicious.)