Feeling All 8th Grade & Shit...

Fake money, real plastic
Stupid cupid, fantastic
Queer thinking, straight talking
What you see ain't what you are getting
Fast loving, slow moving
No rhythm, but I'm grooving
Old feeling, new beginning
Superficial expectations

Awww Poor Cindy Lou

Earworm Alert!!!

This played while I was getting ready for work, so I decided to share. Happy Tuesday!

The Porn-Stache

Recently, I developed a mild obsession with a guy sporting a porn-stache. I don't know what happened, but all of a sudden I have to see him and the stache at least three times a day, and it sucks because I'll maybe see him once a month...if I'm lucky. 

I got a chance to see both him and the stache earlier today. Being in the midst of all that sexy porn-stachery made me giggle like a school girl. 

In any other circumstance, seeing a guy my age with a porn-stache would make me run in the opposite direction. Normally, a guy sporting the porn-stache is a Grade-A creeper who spends his time in bars hitting on the incoherent drunk chick. However, this guy is a good guy (I think) with no signs of being a creeper. 

Now all I have to do is contain myself whenever I'm in the presence of the sexy porn-stache. It's going to be hard, but I think I can deal. 

So Long!

I couldn't think of a post title...

That Jane Eyre book was so freaking boring that I picked up another one. I'm kinda upset, because I thought that I would be able to actually sit down and get all intellectual, but forget that mess. That book is all kinds of over my head. Do I believe myself to be dumb? Nope! I believe the book to be full of unnecessary nothings about a schizo child in old school England. I'll just have to wait for the movie and figure things out then.

I'm currently re-reading The Bonesetter's Daughter by Amy Tan. I had the opportunity to read it before, but didn't . I'm not sure what happened, but when I was given the chance to read it again; I jumped at it. So far it's really good. I haven't been confused by anything yet. However, my only complaint is why in the hell are the chapters so freaking long? I swear each chapter is about 50 pages of the main character Ruth complaining about her living arrangements. Okay...Let's speed thing up Amy!

Other than reading books, I recently met a guy "Gordon". Well actually, I've kinda known Gordon for a while. He's a friend of a friend and I spent NYE with him. He is very sweet. I'm not sure where this is going, but so far it feels right. Although Gordon is not "Howard", I'm very comfortable and happy at the moment. 

Speaking of Howard, he's still in the picture. I hadn't spoken to or seen him in a while, but then there was yesterday. I had no idea what would happen when I saw him, but I didn't expect what happened to happen.  What happened between us (nothing private just weird and awkward), will stay between us. I'll just say I'm not sure what's going on.

I was a little concerned about what was going on with me talking to two different men at once, but when I put into consideration that I'm not sleeping with anyone, It's not very serious (yet), or that I'm not married; I no longer found anything wrong with the situation. It's innocent.

I'll continue to do what I'm doing until I make up my mind. Hopefully, it will happen before I finish reading my book...I'm only on chapter 2.

Mission: New Years 2010 Plans!

None at the moment, but I can tell you that I would like to be completely and undeniably happy.

In the past years, I have done nothing, cried, crashed my car into a pile of snow, and done nothing all over again. I really would like to have fun. However, fun for me is not showing up to a club with a bunch of other randomly drunk people, but spending it with a bunch of friends with a nice bottle of champagne. 

At the moment the group of friends I have is about 4 deep. I don't mind that (especially since I don't like a lot of people), but they all have other plans that involve that someone special. I refuse to be the single person AGAIN! 

For some reason, whenever New Years comes around I'm always the single friend. Gross! I don't want to do that again. Hell I'm almost 30 (I'm 23) and I think I'm getting a little bit to old for that shit. 

So my mission for New Years is to get that cutie Howard to be my New Years date! If his lips aren't touching mine at the end of 2010 then I just know the following year is going to be shit.

So far, things have gone smooth. Yesterday we ate lunch together, we learned about each other, exchanged phone numbers, and I woke up (from a long and crazy night) with a text from him. 

He's a sweet guy really. I feel completely comfortable around him. And he makes me laugh. 

*sigh*

I have 16 days to make it happen. Time to do work!

Oh So That's How It Works!

I have come to the realization that in order to get a guy to act right, you must move on to the next one. LOL! and all this time I thought being myself was supposed to be affective. BOY WAS I WRONG!

I recently struck up a friendship with a guy that just so happens to be beautiful!  I drool in his presence. 

I haven't done anything yet, but it is nice to be on friendly terms with someone I believe to be one of the most beautiful people I have ever met. 

He (let's call him Howard) works with me, so I haven't tried to do anything yet. I have, however, tried to wiggly my way into every possible situation I could that involves just Howard and I working alone together. So far it's working, but I feel competition...another co-worker (let's call her Dottie).

Dottie clearly knows I like this situation. I can't be mad at anyone for knowing since I'm a bubbly-giggling mess when I'm a round Howard. Dottie and her boss were the ones who told me that I would be the one working hands on with the newbie Howard (when it comes to learning about certain elements of his job), then all of a sudden Dottie feels a need to constantly steal Howard away from me at key moments of my demonstration/flirting for the dumbest reasons. Like cleaning up his work space because she doesn't want to stay late. What?

Dottie is about our age (22-25), short like me, with long hair, but no shape. I on the other hand...well I'm the most beautiful girl in the world (and I challenge anyone else to say it isn't so). However, I know he isn't going to choose based on looks but personality (if he's the kind of guy I think he is)...and no one laughs as much as we. 

Which leads me Moss. A former flame, who told me to have fun with my cats because I wouldn't kiss his ass and drool over him like I do Howard. I liked Moss a lot. He was someone in a totally different league than me so when he revealed that he was interested I was pleased. We were kinda together for three weeks until I didn't call him back after I said I would. I don't know what happened but dude totally snapped at me. I had no idea a phone call was so important that it would result in him letting me know that I was going to die alone and miserable. Wow dude really? Okay...

So one day, Howard and I are in the middle of our flirting session when Moss walks by. Not only did Moss walk-by, but he stared so long at the two of us having a good time that I thought his glare might burn a hole into Howard's head. 

Later that night, I get two text messages from Moss asking me how I was and if I wanted to meet up one day for a date. I had no choice but to say no...I wouldn't want to disappoint my cats. 

I'm amused. I had no idea that it took so little to get the reaction you wanted out of someone you once thought was so big. Wow! I finally get it! I see the light!

However, when it comes to Howard, I have decided to take things slow. I like him so much, as a person, that if this thing I'm trying to start doesn't work out I know we will be friends. 

I don't know what's going to happen, but so far I'm having fun.