i am putting a moratorium on this complication
im also taking up mr person on drinks because a) i can
b) hes intresting
c) sure is nice to meet people around the city
im getting a hot flash
cuz im going through menopause?
i missed an appt with my 1,000 year old dr
who was upset because i didnt call in..
dont think ill be going back to him though
i gots what i needed *shakes bottle of pills*
*wispers* its the blue pill so the story can end
actually dont know if i could afford drs visits at this moment.
seeing after my food binge im left budgeting 30 dollars for groceries,
and either a good haircut or a bike
i havnt been to the gym in a few days,
been eating crap in the office cuz my co workers and desk neighbors share too much of their junk food
i want a work out buddy badly, so badly that i asked mom if shed join me at the y
p.s thnk god the only babies i have are 2 beautiful canines who i love dearly
*wipes sweat from forehead* raises hand in air*
*said in gospel like voice*
thank you jezus!
- Location:jpmc- by canal and jackson
- Mood:determined
- Music:samantha on the phone
now that that's kinda done I have a crapton of other things to worry about like getting my teeth pulled and finding a good gym.
;)
hoooray health!
To draft off of, when cycling. often said to friends
Dude,if you're hurting, grab a wheel before we hit this hill
PostSecret is an ongoing community art project where people
mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a postcard.
-----Email Message-----
Sent: Sunday, August 17, 2008 2:12 PM
Subject: Brief Encounter clip on youtube
It happens around 2:21 in this clip (and around 1:10:00 in the movie)
-----Email Message-----
Sent: Sunday, August 17, 2008 12:23 PM
Subject: "I Torture My Husband's Ex-Mistress"
I have continually made life hell for a man who used and then dumped me unceremoniously over five years ago. It's nothing physical - he lives in another state now - but he's been fired because his employers have received notes from me, his flight arrangements are often cancelled, complaints made to his landlord, his electricity mysteriously turned off.
Reading this card, I have decided to stop, because it made me realize that by not letting go, the only one I'm really torturing is myself.
-----Email Message-----
Sent: Sunday, August 17, 2008 1:42 PM
Subject: Kurt Vonnegut
Kurt Vonnegut liked to say of Isaac Asimov, though both of them were avid humanists, "He's in heaven now." I think Kurt, too, is in heaven now.
PostSecret Proposals: Frank's PostSecret Blog on MySpace
My wife and I were recently invited to a Wedding to be held at the American Visionary Art Museum. We don't know the couple. They invited us because of the groom's creative marriage proposal at the PostSecret exhibit and we can't wait to attend.
Here is their romantic story as told to me by Rebecca Hoffberger, the founder of the AVAM.
For people who don't know, most of the secrets are displayed along the side of a circular staircase that gradually rises to the third floor of the museum. As the couple slowly ascended the stairs she read every PostSecret postcard. He knew she would because it had been her idea to attend the exhibit.
What she did not know was that earlier he had made a special arrangement with me to replace the last post card with a special one he had created just for her see.
When they reached the top of the stairs she read the final card, "I don't know if I believe in God, but I believe something Great brought you into my life. If you turn around I'll ask you to marry me. . . "
[Read the rest of this story and watch a video of a live PostSecret Proposal at Frank's PostSecret Blog on MySpace.]
Another PostSecret exhibit is currently on display at the Yeiser Art Center
A little less than gr8 (great) but still better than just good
said grr-sev-en
A:how are you?
B: gr7 you?
A: Just good
test the waters if you will, hes off to carbondale for the weekend
im heading to hobart, in for the night
and here goes that forever pause button between us
pero here goes my current situation,
every night for the last week and half martin has been calling me at night
and we stay on the phone for some time sharing stories
he amuses me to the point where i sit there smiling and i try to muster up a story
only to be distracted.
i was on a dont ask dont tell with him because i didn't want to get into the messy details of his last relationship
and i didn't want to have to try and explain my situation, but after a slip of the toung when he thought i said 'my boyfriend'
he asked 'so how many guy are you dating?' and i laughed. i said 'im not dating anyone, and i wouldnt call what im doing dating.'
and we kind of just laughed it off heh *shifty eyes* or at least i hope so. but it had been 3 days since he's called
and then i was missing him.
all of last night until i looked at my phone and i had a missed call. and i was giddy. i called back but he said hed call me.
we play quite the game of phone tag...
but heres some substance.
i want to date him. i want to give us a good chance to see where this goes. i want to see how we translate in different situations..
its just been such a long time that i was smitten originally by some ones personality. and im so amused with him, like a high school crush..
i still havnt made up my mind if i want ot invite him out to gregs bday
pero im a girl right? and im young. and now im just starting to go out there and meet people and hang out with other people..
which is making things messy in my head.
like that team lead who emails me..
and the recent invitation to go out for drinks with a new co-worker
which makes me a bit nervous.
he's 9 yrs my senior, and calls me beautiful
i dont know if i could be friends with someone who calls me beautiful hehe
or maybe i can
i dont know,
this is like swimming around and not finding a ledge to hold on to
and then something starts inside of me, i pout cuz i dont want to like someone,
i dont want to miss him
and i dont want to wonder if he thinks of me during the day
but i do want to hold his hand
and i want to sit next to him as we watch the animaniacs
and i want to get to know him
boooo
real emotions
boooooo-urns
- Location:computer room, waiting on my coffee
- Mood:contemplative
- Music:john legend-live it up
v.- Describing someone with the ability to use their feet to pick things up. Also, pedextrous
Susie dropped her pencil on the floor during school and, thanking Sweet Jesus for her pedexterity, slipped her foot out of her flip-flop and picked it up with her toes.
stopping so we can share moments, as he walks me to my place and we speak politely to each other
and strange because id describe him as one of the few people that seems to fill me with this smile of sincerity
i pride myself on being able to sense peoples energy and understanding a part of their being
and when i see him, i smile, because we've met before,
a lifetime ago, in a different city,
having discussed life and ideas through glances and half conversations of updates
translating to a sort of unspoken understanding of the plight at adulthood .
maybe its his caring eyes or the way he looks into mine when we speak, with out pity, with out anything but kindness
and i enjoy the moments when i can.
at other times, its my self deprecation that makes me think he's about a mile and half in front of me,
with his success, and his life direction and his calm voice.
i say to him im on my way home, from my new job, i say in my most grown up voice that i can muster,
hes on his way home from a soft ball game.
he smiled funny as though holding back a laugh
and told me he'd give me a ride home,
in that car, he points, one that was parked in front of the station, running
and i look at him with a nervous laugh and my comical smile,
tell him my mother said not to get into cars with strangers
and he lets me know its his brother as he hold the door open for me
i slide in and sit as im introduced and shake hands with the driver
he laughs and says he's glad for the half a day,
his company had for the game, and
i say how much at this age we appreciate half a days, reminding us of high school
and he shows a sign of silliness by putting his arms up and says yes
he says oh yeah his team lost, but its okay,
as he apologizes through a laugh and says he's quite buzzed
and almost mumbles the wrong turn to my place
we pull up and i smile a thanks and tell him to enjoy his buzz
and walk out,
with one step in front of the other,
knowing where im going and glad for the people i meet on my way home
that remind me,
how much
i enjoy being here
- Location:on my way home
- Mood:complacent
- Music:Feist - My Moon My Man
A social offense that can be called out when one is being falsely spoken for.
"God, we got so plastered last night."
"The royal we. I had a vodka tonic and called it quits. You got so shitfaced you puked on my jacket and then attempted to fornicate with it."
"Good times. We have fun."
"Go fuck a blender."
i get a call, guy with strong southern accent who is very rude, loud and short with me says-
'Ma'am, this is the fifth time i call to speak with someone, the fifth time! Ma'am
fifth! F-I-V-E! fifth!'
heehee
i love it.. you can get angry with me, ill just stare out the window and watch the traffic on congress parkway, and the chicago river underneath.. cuz i need to pay my bills, and youre the one getting your panties in a bunch
heehee
Your middle finger. Usually refers to the one on the left hand so it can be displayed out the driver's side window to comment on another driver's behavior.
Your driving finger is the longest finger.
its my bday and ill binge eat if i want to!
its ok ill just throw it up later ...
*smile*
ps i wish it was always my bday!!
*giggggle*
- Location:living room
- Mood:crazy
- Music:grease in my mouth
When you get to where you were intending to go, you forget why you were going there in the first place. Not to be confused with being stoned, destinesia often occurs during working hours, and is the cause of much frustration.
John ran down the stairs to the dry storage and walk-in, but when he got there he couldn't remember what he needed. Consequently, he had to run back upstairs to the kitchen, and look at his prep list again. Damn you, destinesia!
(test-OSS-ih-cross) v. The movie moment when every man in the theater crosses his legs and moans, right after someone's groin has been pummelled onscreen.
"Oh! DUDE! That was the worst testosticross moment EVAR!"
27 seconds a day, 4 days a week, i.e. quite rare
Kev: Hey Boss, I work 27/4 for you.
Boss: You lazy bastard!
a word used to express absolute astonishment!
(from JUNO)
Juno: I'm pregnant.
Leah: Oh my God! Phuket Thailand!
PostSecret is an ongoing community art project where people
mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a postcard.
-----Email Message-----
Sent: Sunday, August 10, 2008 12:59 AM
Subject: Re: Christian Virgin Cosmo Post
I waited until marriage to have sex, myself, and also trusted Cosmo to help get myself "ready" with its plethora of tips. Unfortunately, I set myself up for disappointment.
My secret is that once I stopped believing sex was everything it is described to be in Cosmo, in movies, and on television, the better it got and the more I enjoyed it!
-----Email Message-----
Subject: The Onion's response to COSMO's sex tips:
-----Email Message-----
Sent: Sunday, August 10, 2008 1:37 PM
i have never spent more time alone in my life than i do now. and i have never felt LESS lonely....
-----Email Message-----
Sent: Sunday, August 10, 2008 7:57 AM
When I was a kid, I believed that they used robots to film kissing moments in TV or movies (because why would people who were married to other people be allowed to kiss?).
-----Email Message-----
Sent: Sunday, August 10, 2008 8:44 AM
My ex did this. I didn't go to the hospital. All it did was assure me that he was not the kind of person I could trust with my safety because he was willing to be that cavalier with his own.
-----Email Message-----
Subject: Monopoly Money Secret
I have been hiding my money for a few years now. Every birthday, I used to get $25 from my nonni (grandma). She died this april. I had a dream about her about a week ago, and then the next day I decided to wear some pants that were shoved in the back of my dresser...
I found $25.
Thanks, nonni.
-----Email Message-----
Subject: I left my secret in NYC
Two months ago I found out my fiance was cheating on me, I packed my things and planned a trip to New York. My last day in the city my friend and I went to the Borders book store by Penn Station. He was off looking at something else and I wandered over to the perfect spot to do something I had been wanting to do for over a month. I went over to the book made sure no one was looking and left the ring my ex-fiance gave me on top of the book - my secret attached.
" I'm so sure and scared. I'm always going to be that girl who is never enough."
I walked away. It was empowering and heart breaking at the same time. Only about 1/2 of me wonders what happened to it.
-----Email Message-----
Subject: re: beautiful
if i ignore you on the train, it's because i think you're intimidatingly good-looking...
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nobody fits into only six words.
-- Posted by aura-joon. on Aug 10, 2008 1:34 PM
Kisses are lies I tell myself.
-- Posted by Ryan on Aug 10, 2008 1:35 PM
your secrets help me with mine
-- Posted by Madeline on Aug 10, 2008 1:36 PM
didn't break, followed heart, life's grand!
-- Posted by Cate on Aug 10, 2008 1:36 PM
When one uses a story/saying/information/anecdote that they recieved or overheard from another individual they know and they do not cite the source. In turn, implying that they themselves are the original source of information.
Maegan tells Leann that she talked to the band about their performance date change in Santa Cruz.
Later that evening, Leann tells a group of mutual friends that the performance date has been changed, without citing/acknowledging where she originally obtained this information. In turn, implying she spoke to the band herself, which could be construed to some as lying.
Thus, Leann commited social plagiarism.
The art of piling clothes on a chair to be used in place of a closet or dresser. If a chair is not available one can always defer to a floordrobe.
I searched through my chairdrobe to find my outfit for work.
The look that someone gives another person when they pass gas in public.
Dude, Rachael totally farted today during class, so I flatuglanced her.
It's like some fairy tale winter wonderland.
Like you could sip cocoa all night and cuddle under blankets and watch old silent movies. <3
Not In My Back Yard; someone who opposes anything built right by where they live.
NIMBYs cause a lot of things to not get done.
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