Rant.

I rarely let things really or people bother me too much. If they do, I don't bother other people with my nonsense. It sounds harsh, but I am pretty good at cutting people out of my life if I find them to be damaging to me. And I rarely feel guilt or pain over it.

I keep most people, even my closest friends (hell, even Eric to a certain extent), at a distance. I don't like letting people in because I usually end up disappointed and hurt. It's not that I don't love the people in my life....a girl couldn't ask for better friends. I've just been through a lot and I know how things can happen. I don't want to sound so jaded, because it is such a cliche, but it is true. I don't like not being able to completely trust people, but that is the way I am. I've always been that way, even when I was a little girl. When my dad left my mom for some other lady when I was five, I refused to see him for over a year. That that is beyond the point. The point is, I don't like letting people get to close to me because I'm scared they will let me down.

My mistake is that I trusted someone recently. I completely opened up and let my guard down. I thought I had made a lifelong best friend who I could always turn to for support and guidance.

I was wrong, and boy.....it fucking stings.

I have never felt so betrayed. And rarely have I felt so hurt.

Oddly enough, I'm not as sad about the friendship ending as I am angry at myself for letting things get to the point to where I could feel so bad about it.

I know all of this sounds ridiculous, bitchy, whiny, etc., but I really needed to get it out.



In other news, Steve really helped me out last night. Thank you. I am forever indebted to you.

Rock Band hurt me.

Seriously?

Another Rock Band related injury.

I know I don't have to bang the microphone. But it is fun.

I shouldn't play that game, or stop doing vocals.

This is, quite possibly, the best picture of me ever taken.

Sue and Dick are two of my regulars at my job. They are great. They are parent-ish age, always bring us food (they look at the schedule, and if I'm working, they will even bring me something vegetarian to snack on). Last year, for my birthday, they gave me fifty bucks. They do it for everyone. They are just very generous, selfless people.

Anyway, Sue, Dick, and I got on a conversation about music. How I love music from the fifties and sixties, and the eighties and nineties. I totally skip over the seventies (with a few exceptions).

Lo, and behold, the next day, Sue brings me this giant box set called "Have a Nice Decade" filled with every hit by pretty much every band of note from the seventies. It took up a gig on my ipod.

Sometimes, I put my ipod on random and do stuff around the house. Last time I tried to do that, I got an earful of "Brand New Key" by Melanie. No more.

Yesterday, I put my ipod in its little docking station near the bathroom and proceeded to back-comb my hair (I love big hair. I think it is genetic. My grandmother lived in Texas for 20 years.). I was listening to Pavement, and the last track finished. Then Peter Frampton started playing.

I have never cared for Peter Frampton. But I remember having a conversation with my father not long ago about music. About the records that every kid on the block had and completely changed your life. He said "Frampton Comes Alive" was one of them for him and his contemporaries. Another was "Alive" by Kiss, and "Who's Next" by The Who, and a bunch of other ones I can't recall (we were most likely having this conversation over a few pinks of Guinness).

I was thinking about that conversation ever since I heard that song come on my ipod (and as i tripped over Jinx while I ran to change the song). What are the songs or albums that changed my generation. For me, I'd say the Blue Album by Weezer.

I am now opening this up to debate. I'm curious to see what other people come up with. All my readers range in age from early 20's to early 30's., so I'd consider it a pretty even playing field.

Discuss.





PS: If anyone would like to join me for lunch, beer, or coffee this afternoon here in scenic downtown Rochester, let me know.

Funny how you get certain songs stuck in your head.

Wasn't the question you asked me
It wasn't the answer I gave
That made me feel like I was on a train
Was a distant voice
Made me make a choice
That I had to get the fuck out of this town
I got a lot of things to do
A lot of places to go
I've got a lot of good things coming my way
And I'm afraid to say that you're not one of them.




In other news....a great weekend was had. Not only did I make new friends, go to a fun party, talk Tigers baseball with a bunch of guys who look like they run party stores (I've never seen so much gelled hair in one place), take some epic naps, drink pina coladas with the most adorable girl ever!, wore skirts and dresses, hear a really funny joke, but I finally told off my least favorite coworker. It was pretty great.

Looking forward to more weekends like this in the future.

Taxman.

So, today was the first time in my life that I actually waited until April 15th to file my taxes. Oh, don't get me wrong. I calculated my return back in February. I expected money back. I always get money back.

I owe two dollars to the federal government.

Seriously. What the fuck. George, you really need those two dollars? I'm not pissed about not getting the return. I can live without the money I usually get back. But having me pay two dollars is ridiculous.

So after work, I have to haul ass to the post office so I can send the IRS a check for two dollars and have my pathetic envelope postmarked by midnight. I wasn't about to pay the e-file fees if I owed (which Turbo Tax makes you pay like ten dollars to e-file. I'm not paying that on principle alone).

At least I get money back from the state.

Huey's nuts.

Huey 2 had his little cotton ball nuts snipped today. He is groggy and stumbling around. If anyone wants to come over and give him gentle pats, let me know. Jinx is being a total twat about it, hissing and growling at him.

I'm also making vegetarian tacos for dinner. You can bring the beer.

Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart.

So, last Saturday, I played Rock Band for an extended period of time. I was doing some crazy rock star moves ("More Than a Feeling" by Boston and a LOT of beer will do that to you). I woke up the next morning with a sore ribcage. I chalked it up to being sore from moving around so much and went on with my week. Progressively, the pain has moved to one side (my right, your left) and has gotten much worse. I tried using a Bengay patch (I smelled like an old man), to no avail. Ibuprofen and tylenol have done nothing. It almost feels like the pain is inside of my bone, not on the muscles surrounding it. Which begs the question, how in the hell might I have cracked a rib? I live a moderately violence-free life (with the exception of the occasional friend love tackle). I'm going to give it another day, and then I'm going to go on my insurance website and find a new doctor in my area. I hated my last one.

Here's the thing though. I can't stand going to the doctor's office. I don't like people I don't know seeing me in my underpants and dainties and touching me. Hell, I don't like ANYONE I know touching me. I don't like sitting on paper covered chair-things, and I don't like reading Highlights For Kids in the waiting room. I abhor being sick. I avoid the doctor's office at all costs, and it seems like I've had to go more and more often as of late. But when it gets to where it hurts to sneeze, laugh, or cough...I guess I should go. Not looking forward to navigating the labyrinth that is the Aetna website again, though.

In other news, I don't know if any of you follow my Last.fm widget, but you'll notice some really weird stuff on there. I went through a bunch of CD's I have and did a mass upload afternoon. So, giggle at my horrible taste. I don't care. I like it.

Katie's house.

So, last night we all got together for Wii and beer at Katie's house. It ended up turning into a big drunken night with lots of belly laughs, dancing, Guitar Hero, and weird drunken conversations about religion.

So....pictures.



Here, we have Joe. Joe is a guy I work with, and is quite possibly the most innocent and good kid I've ever met. Which makes it weird to see him here, drinking Jack Daniels out of a snifter. I'm glad I work with Joe. He's a nice guy and we can talk about the Tigers.



Sara, playing Singstar. I believe she was singing Erasure's "A Little Respect".



Katie and Joe getting ready to do a shot, and Katie making inappropriate hand gestures. Ha.



Joe and I. I'm no good at taking pictures of myself. My arms are too short.



Rocking it out, looking like a lesbian.



I believe I was dancing to some Lil' Mama.



Sarabeara and I.



Wii can get intense.



Joe and I. We all had him drinking all sorts of weird shots we made up. Not by force, of course. But I think it's starting to show a bit here.



Now, this is where things start to get fuzzy. We were playing Wii bowling and talking some major trash to each other.



Haha.

Anyway, I just got home not too long ago. Katie and I vegged around her house all afternoon watching bad TV. I think I'm going to read for a bit now.

I swear to the stars, I'll burn this whole city down

Waking up with a hangover is awful. However, it was worth it.

I have the sinking suspicion that today is going to be long and tedious. I hate it when my work tries to do some fucking giant media plug and mask it with the promise of better quality products. Seems like it happens more and more frequently as of late.

Beer and Guitar Hero/Karaoke Revolution with Katie and Precious Joe tonight. I'm looking forward to it.

I want to go to some Tigers games really soon. Let me know if you'd like to be my baseball buddy.

April 5th

So, yesterday was a fun day. I had to get up pretty early for a doctor's appointment, which went fairly well. Came home, took a little nap, and was excited to see that Netflix had delivered Unsolved Mysteries - Bizarre Murders. So I lounged about and watched that. In the meantime, Huey decided to scale the walls and landed himself on top of the kitchen cabinets.



Anyway, after that, it was pretty much time to leave to meet up with Steve and his friends for the Eels show. We had a few beers at the Magic Stick, and headed over to the Majestic. The show was really good. They showed the documentary "Parallel Worlds, Parallel Lives" before the show, which was rad, because I had been wanting to see it. It brings together two of my favorite things, Mark Oliver Everett and physics. The show was pretty good. Better than No Strings Attached, but not nearly as good as With Strings. From about fifty feet away, I was able to snap a couple of shots:





Anyway, I was able to obtain E's water bottle (yeah, now I'm THAT girl). After the show, we all went back to Steve and Dan's house and had a marathon Rock Band session. My throat is still sore. I didn't get home until 6am.

Today has been pretty lazy. I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. The rest of the day has been devoted to laying on the couch watching Scrubs on DVD and catnapping.

I've been loving this weather. It makes me want to be more productive. I want to go to the park and read soon. And go to a Tigers game. And do lots of fun outside stuff.

Soon.