8 posts tagged “myspace”

Last week while hanging out at the Terrorist's house I heard on the radio something about Keith Olbermann. 

Not knowing who this guy was I asked the Terrorist and he told me all about Keith Olbermann complete with YouTube.com clips so I could see just who this guy is. 

Here's one of the clips we watched...

Keith Olbermann Special Comment *MR BUSH YOU ARE A FASCIST!*

Now... the guy is awesome simply because he's awesome. 

And it has to be said... that I kind of wanna do him.  I totally thought I was over my "Daddy Phase" but I think I would totally make an exception for this guy. 

That's all.

Well... plus that fact that I've been playing on myspace trying to delete some of the 90 friends I have (thinking that a lot of them have to be those fake friend... people who add ya just to add ya or other non-real people accounts.)  Nope.  I could only get rid of 5.  How do I know so many people?!  That's nutty.

I need to go clean and turn the fucking heat up.  It's freezing in here.

Let me just say that smoking a bowl with a box of matches isn't as appealing as one might think.

I really need to do something about my laziness.  I'm too lazy to get up and go get a lighter so I'm using matches. 

Chris just got home.  He's been staying at the Ogres a lot lately.  Haven't seen him in a few days actually which normally isn't that big of a deal because I'm at the T's house and we just miss each other in passing, but I've been home the past day or two.  Anyway... according to his myspace profile he's "In a Relationship"  which means things with the Ogre are getting serious.  Good for him!  I have my reservations about it but I'll keep my mouth shut. I wanted to remain sober so I could talk to him about whats going on without being baked because my brain can't function enough to have serious conversations while on the pot.  He got here.  We had our conversation, it didn't exactly go the way I wanted it too but I guess that's okay.  He's looking for a place with the Ogre.  (Can I call it? or can I call it?!)  Anyway, hopefully they'll find a place soon.  I can't handle 4 people living in a 2 bedroom.  I hate overly crowded apartments.  This is why I haven't lived* with more than one person since I was 21.  Shaz is staying here for the month.  If she makes it that long.  I think Lesley might kick her out before then.  She's pay rent, which is cool.  But it worries me because she's not the most respectful girl in the world.  I worry that shit with go missing or things will get broken with her around. 

The point that I was getting to is that the conversation has been had and now I get to smoke.  Got to smoke.  Have smoked.   Whatever. 

Matches suck.

The Terrorist starts working at the airport tomorrow.  That's weird.  The Terrorist is working at the airport. I thought the goal was to keep Terrorist's out of the airports.  What's even better?  He's going to be working in the secured section.  It's awesome how easily he got the job.  A friend of his works at the same place and put in a good word and boom! he was in.  He also got a schedule which fit exactly what he needed.  Granted, I kind of think it sucks because it involves him getting out of work an hour before I go into work, which means I probably wont see him again... ever.  I can't say I like that but it works wonderfully for what he needs and me whining wouldn't fix anything so what's the point?  Oh well, I'm sure it'll work out.

I think I need to go to bed.  It's 3am and I need to get up early tomorrow to clean.  And deposit my check.  And pay rent.  And possibly go get my mail.  Maybe pho.  Definitely need to clean. 

Oh my goodness.  I have a huge thing on the back of my head.  It's gross.  Lesley had one on her head.  My coworkers seem to think it's a bug bite.  It can't be though, it's huge!!

Now I'm really going to bed.

* By "lived" I mean payed rent at a place.

Myspace told me that it's HotBoys birthday tomorrow.

Happy Early Birthday Hot Boy!!!

and on the same vein...

Happy Late Birthday Little T!!!

That's all.

Strangest thing.
I think I'm craving Taco Bell.
I've been to Taco Bell once.
And that was solely because the Terrorist was amazed that I'd never been.  So he broke my Taco Bell virginity.

Moving on...
I'm guessing the T read my last post about being hungry and wanting SW Taco stand tacos 'cause he sent me a Text  about Taco Bell being 24/7.  Which was sweet and all but taco bell isn't something I really think of when I think tacos.  At least that's what I thought.  Somehow, in the past hour or so my craving has morphed into a taco bell craving. 
Fucked up.
I wish Lesley would fucking call me back!

I just spent an hour or two cleaning my room.  Granted it's not what I would call "clean" it's much better than it was.  Though I am contemplating sleeping on the couch because my bed it covered in shit, as is Lesley's and her silence makes me think she's cozying up to a boy and that said boy could end up here tonight...and apparently 3 is a crowd.  So I'll just sleep on the couch and be lazy and not clean my bed off.

Chris has been hanging out with the Ogre more and more lately.   When confronted if she was his "girlfriend" there really was no response other than a grin and a quick change of subject.  However, I do believe that the Ogre is very rapidly becoming the new girlfriend.  This phenomenon I have mixed feelings on.  I wont go into that though. 
I'm a tad bit miffed with him at the moment actually. 
Since Chris has lived here I've used his computer for Internet, it has a better wi-fi card and tends to get a more reliable signal.  From what I can tell he doesn't mind that I do this. 

The problem?
Tonight when I got home there was a page of craigslist apartment listings up.  No big deal.  Until I realized that it was a one bedroom apartment and about $200 more than the rooms he's been looking for. 
I will pause here to admit that I have a tendency to jump to conclusions.  So, while there could be a very good very logical explanation it's one that hasn't occurred to me and considering I know Chris fairly well my immediate reaction was that he's thinking about moving in with the Ogre.   Which is stupid on so many levels I don't think he could be that silly. 
The part I'm miffed about is that when I went to log into myspace she was logged in. 
I've never met this girl.
But yet she's been in my house when neither Lesley nor I were here.
AND
If it weren't for seeing the myspace thing I don't think I ever would have known.
I text-ed him and let him know I was a little peeved and he apologized and everything but I think it might take me a bit to get over this one.  When in a situation with a friend and I'm not sure if I am reacting appropriately I often try to flip the situation.  How would they feel if I did it to them?  And I know for a fact, without a doubt, that Chris would flip his shit. (Is that even a saying?)
I feel like I violated his privacy or something though.  Because of the myspace thing.  It's not like I was snooping.  I was trying to check my messages.  I feel guilty though.
Damn Catholic families!!!

Lesley is home.  We're catching up. 
This would be so much better with pho.

I think I need to go to bed. 

Just under two months ago Qanzas sent me a bunch of questions which were basically a chain letter type thing.  I LOVE THESE!  I'm uber addicted to the surveys on myspace and actually fear I might loose friends because I fill out so many of them.

Anyway, I was busy and with a spotty Internet connection at home I kept forgetting to fill it out and pass it on, until today!  I'm hoping that this will somehow get me better acquainted with some of my Vox friends.  Randomly people add me to there neighborhoods (and I add them back) but I have a tendency to just read and not actually comment or interact with them in anyway. 

And here we go........

1. I can’t believe I’ve never…

Sky dived.  Learned to surf when I was in Hawaii for 5 months.  Been out of North America.  Have had shower sex.

I have been part of far to many embarrassing moments for me to even thing about narrowing this one down to one specific occurrence. 

3. I wish I’d …when I had the chance.
Went to NYC with Matty.  Free hotel, free food and nothing to do but hang around NYC for a week.  Would have had to crap out on my 2 weeks notice at work though.  I was to responsible. 

4. I’ve never felt so out of place as when I…
...go to Styxx with Nathan.  I hate that place.  Or when I'm a hair model for Shaz-a-fraz and I'm surrounded by 19  year old twits at Toni & Guy.

5. … is my guiltiest pleasure.
Sitting in front of the computer/tv all day and not doing shit!  Or skipping work and going to the beach.

6. I hope … knows how grateful I am for …
My dad and Lesley.  My dad... is an interesting man.  Republican to the core.  Which has caused many disagreements between us over the years.  At some point I think we agreed to disagree and not talk politics.  The other he gets the more laid back he gets.  In the past year has helped me out sooo much, giving me his car was just the tip of it.  Lesley...  Has covered my ass so many times.  Starting before I went to Hawaii.  Without her I never would have made it.  I would have had to much stuff to take care of or things to do or just generally been freaking out.  Since then she's always there for me whenever I need her. 

7. In my darkest hours, I secretly blame … for my dysfunction.
I haven't had any really dark hours recently.  In the past there are many times that I have blamed my stepped for my dysfunction.

8. … changed my life forever.
Moving to Oregon.

It's a lazy Saturday.  I've been playing online since 1030a or so.  I got an interview tomorrow which I'm very very hopeful about.  They seem to like me a lot so far so I figured "Fuck it" I'm going to play online and not feel guilty because I'm not doing job finding type things.  (Having said that I'm freakin broke and really need to find a job soon.)

I've been waiting for Lesley to get home with a cigarette from her sister.  I'm craving nicotine like you wouldn't believe.  It's insane! 

oooh!  She's here. I'm gonna go smoke. 

As I was saying....

I've been basically dicking around online, doing stupid Internet stuff, myspace playing, okcupid surfing, occasionally job looking.  I decided to change my myspace Top 8 and while doing so I came across a profile of a guy I used to sleep with.  I'd make it nice and say we dated but we really didn't date.  We just fucked.  I've blogged about him a time or two in the past.  Anyway Hotboy and I had some fucking amazing sex and he was fun to be around.  Arty, sexy as hell, a photographer, musician, really nice guy, sweet as hell, funny all those things a girl would want in someone she might want to get to know a bit better. 

Which is kind of what I wanted. Sort of.  It was what I wanted knowing that I was going to be moving to Oregon in a few months.  A nice little fall fling. 

After our first encounter I did the typical girl thing. 
I stalked him via myspace. 
I didn't want to be overanxious and what not because it was just a casual thing.  About 2 or so weeks later we started emailing then hooked up again a few weeks after that.  We went to the beach, it was sandy... and just not as good as the first time... oh well shit happens. 

A month or two after that Nate ran into him at Hannaford.  Nate's a little socially awkward and couldn't remember Hotboy's name so he just chose to run away... after they made eye contact. 
Yada yada yada, I emailed Hotboy to apologize on behalf of Nate and I was kind of hoping to reopen the lines of communication, which kind of happened but only long enough for him to tell me he found a FABULOUS girl who he was seeing.  Which I'm guessing was a polite way of saying "LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!"

So I did.

Fast forward to today.  I decided to stalk him a bit.  Checked out his myspace, read some comments left by friends of his.  One is from a girl we'll call Jezebel apparently Jezebel is looking forward to seeing  Hotboy and spending some time with him in addition to a bottle of wine, fire light and a guitar.  Cunt.

NO!  She's not.  But that was my first reaction.  And I don't know why.  Yes he was really cute and nice and the sex was good and all but in all honesty, I would have fucking killed him if we actually "dated" he would have drove me insane.  Why is it that I feel like she won or something like that?  I'm 3000 miles away.  I have my own cute boy to drink and watch fires with.

Fuck!  My brain is fucked up at times.

I'm at the library.

Got up early.  Early enough to call Chris at 830ish to make sure he was awake for work (Yes, I'm a great friend) but then I passed out and woke up again around 1030a.  Got up, made some coffee, took a shower, went to Walgreen's to drop my printer cartridges off and not I'm at the library looking for jobs.  But there are no new ones so instead I'm listening to some songs on Lesley's myspace page and bloging. 

I'm so productive.

I think I'm starting to go out of my mind a little bit.  Not too much, but just a little bit.  Enough to make general day to day life... yucky.

I think getting a job might help that feeling go away.  Or at least keep me busy so I don't notice it.

Okay, I'm gonna go to Walgreen's, pick up my cartridges, go home, make myself somewhat pretty and go convince someone to hire me.

I sent a few myspace messages out this morning...

One was to Hotboy, just a random message asking how he was and how life was going. 

Well apparently things are going super well for him, he's being all artistic and he's dating this nice young lady.  Lucky bitch.  Okay, okay I know that was a bit extreme but he's really hot.  Oh well, he was a nice guy and fun to hang out with but we could never be more than buddies... he would have drove me batty.   But damn he's nice to look at.

Good luck, Hotboy.  I see greatness in your future.  And good luck to you and the new girl as well. 

And who knows... maybe I'll see you again in the next life time.

*muah*