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.