So, this is my life.

And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

an update

tonight my Ma asked if i'm coming home for Thanksgiving.  my response was, "Wow, that's almost here?"  time flies.  and the real answer to the question was, "Probably not."  i want to sleep that weekend.

work stinks, but i tell myself that everybody feels that way.  remember that old joke, "Oh, you hate your job? There's a support group for that.  It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar."  yeah, i tell myself that. and i chuckle.  i chuckle so much :-/

it's cold in the morning.  my bed is heaven.  have i told you lately that i love my bed?

speaking of which, my Pottery Barn faux fur throw feels exactly like my catticus.  i never know which one i brush against in the middle of the night.  neither of them purrs.  

i can't think of anything that i want for Christmas/Chanukah.  my Ma keeps asking.  i told her that vodka is a safe bet.

i'm ready for that trip to Ireland. time to start thinking ahead and convincing my BFF it's time. 

i bought Ricky Martin's memoir, entitled "Me" most likely because the title "Yo" was already taken by Julia Alvarez (love that libro).   am i ashamed to be reading something that sounds so vapid? NO!  though i did turn it face down at the check-out counter.    because it would've made me look gay or whatever.

i have a bunch of new music on my iPod, including new Ke$ha and Rihanna and Nelly.  but every morning on my way to work all i want to listen to is This Ain't A Love Song (below, see?) and La Belle et Le Bad Boy.  over and over again, on repeat.  i should just make a playlist of those two songs and call it, "Grumpy Mornings."  ask my roommates.  i'm not a morning person after all.

i have to go watch Vampire Diaries now.  it's my guil--- no.  it's just a pleasure.  all pleasure.


your roomie's mom said...

Hey sweetie - you could sleep at my house and we would promise to leave you alone. Oh, yeah, but on the other hand you would have to deal with a hormonal and being a jerk to everyone 14 year old. BUT you know you are welcome anytime ~ and you certainly know we would show you a good time!

Piney said...

It'll be rainy and damp here for the next few months. It gets dark early and we're all raging alcoholics. If this is your thing come soon. If not, plan your trip for some decent weather at least. We're still raging alcoholics in the summer anyways so you're not missing out.

Lifebeginsat30ty said...

Sounds like someone needs some excitement and/or something to look forward to! I hate those times when sucky work seems to hang around on glum evenings. Maybe a good night out is needed to chase the grumpies away?

tobethatguy said...

Hey Chicago Mom, thanks for the invitation. It means a lot. But do you know how pissed my mom would be if I traveled for Thanksgiving and didn't travel TO HER? I'd be dead. Also, hang in there. I was 14 year old jerk once, and it's a tough time. I promise he'll get over it. Come visit soon. <3

And you UKers are right (See what I did there, Em? As if you're *from* there. Aww.) I need a vacation. Preferably across the pond. I think the recent midterm elections got me down more than I realized. I h8 Sarah Palin and everything that brings her happiness.