Same title, same girl, different URL.
I have no idea how long this will last. Probably a while. I'm enjoying the hell out of it.
And my silly boyfriend has decided that HE has a blog now too! Whhhuuut!? Okay, fine. But mine's better.
Anyway, come check it out over there. You can't post comments on that blog, which sorta sucks, but you can email me at twizzlers519@hotmail.com if you have a comment. Perhaps I'll post your comment on the ol' blog. Now you're thrilled, I know.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
odds. ends.
If I ever hang up the phone on someone prematurely, someone who calls my work phone, I feel bizarrely guilty afterwards. That poor guy was just saying "Have a nice day," and I was in a hurry and I cut him off and hung up before I realized what was happening. I hate that I might have made him feel blue or foolish for trying to be pleasant. I love pleasant! We should all be pleasant!
In other news, I almost typed "Tony Romo" into my boss' message log.
No idea.
In other news, I almost typed "Tony Romo" into my boss' message log.
No idea.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Crack.
Someone just put a bowl of M&M's out on the snacks cubicle corner in the office, you know the one where the snacks always sit, if there are snacks that day?
And the entire bowl was eaten in probably four minutes or less. And this is not a big office.
People are still high on the thanksgiving crap food crack. And I'm one of them. CHOCOLATESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
And the entire bowl was eaten in probably four minutes or less. And this is not a big office.
People are still high on the thanksgiving crap food crack. And I'm one of them. CHOCOLATESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
Chocolate?
So I'm back. From home. I went home. To Chicago. A suburb of Chicago, actually. If we're getting technical. Crystal Lake. Crystal Lake, Illinois. My little cousin, Trisha, is getting married at the end of December. So she thoughtfully arranged it so that most of the pre-wedding festivities would take place the weekend of Thanksgiving so that everyone would be available and home and wouldn't have to make extra trips. Very cool.
My thanksgiving day was lovely, the following day was lovely, as was it later that evening when we had a bachelorette thang for Trish. Just the women in the family got together at my mom's house early on and we did something really awesome: we made a plaster cast of Trisha's breasts! What?! you may ask? But that's what we did. :) It's a long story, but basically my mom knows how to make plaster casts of things - she learned in a class or somethin - and Trisha's always wanted to do it to her bust so we did it as the start of a tradition and a bonding thing for her. She's the first of this generation of our family to get married and we're all very eager to make it super special for her. So we cast the bust and painted the bust and did some tequila shots to make it all a little easier (cuz naked boobs are still naked boobs which can sometimes make people uncomfortable). Then a couple of Trisha's friends joined us at the house for more drinking (the breast part was totally over by this point) and we eventually left to go out for a night on the town.
I don't think I've ever gone out to the bars in my home town when returning home for a holiday. So it was basically hilarious. I'm a little too old to have seen many of my high school friends out, most of the people were several years younger than I am, but my cousins (Trisha is one of four girls) saw lots of people they knew. It was pretty insane. People bought us shots, we ran into my uncle (Trisha's dad) who gave us more cash for drinks and sent us on our way, and we rocked it out until the wee hour of 1am. Ha.
I guess last call in Crystal Lake is like 1:30 or something? I dunno. But I'm past my intense partying phase of life so when I heard that we were being picked up at !am I was thrilled. Granted we'd been drinking since 5pm, but still...
I was so. stupid. drunk. when I got home. I made Kevin, who was at home in Brooklyn editing sketch shorts, come online and gchat with me and I KNOW I said some ridiculous shit. I'm lucky he's a forgiving gentleman (who's seen his fair share of nights plenty drunker than I could ever imagine being). So yah. Drunk. But when, if not then, am I going to go all out and have a blast in her honor. (I went home after 3 drinks the night of my own birthday party.) Trisha's three sisters and I are the only women in the wedding party, so it felt like the right move. We had a blast. And it was pretty hilarious being that sloshed in my childhood home late at night, stumbling around in the dark, trying not to wake my grandma...all because my baby cousin, who's a grown woman now, is getting married and we had to celebrate. It was one of those This is That Moment moments.
The next morning was her shower, a couples shower, which I so prefer because a buncha ladies sitting around playing shower games is just gross to me. My high school theater director was there (he's friends with my family) - this man informed a GREAT deal of my life as a performer - and I haven't seen him in almost ten years. So we caught up for a while which was awesome because I have a lot of great theater stuff to brag about.
I flew home to New York that afternoon, went to the HST show straight from the airport, we played to a sold out house (where are all these people coming from?), and then I made Kev take me home. I was exhausted. And it was really good to see his goofy face again. ;)
The rest of the weekend flew by with, somehow, more eating? and drinking? and laying around? And here we are. Her wedding is in like four weeks and I'm excited.
In the meantime, I'll be jogging.
My thanksgiving day was lovely, the following day was lovely, as was it later that evening when we had a bachelorette thang for Trish. Just the women in the family got together at my mom's house early on and we did something really awesome: we made a plaster cast of Trisha's breasts! What?! you may ask? But that's what we did. :) It's a long story, but basically my mom knows how to make plaster casts of things - she learned in a class or somethin - and Trisha's always wanted to do it to her bust so we did it as the start of a tradition and a bonding thing for her. She's the first of this generation of our family to get married and we're all very eager to make it super special for her. So we cast the bust and painted the bust and did some tequila shots to make it all a little easier (cuz naked boobs are still naked boobs which can sometimes make people uncomfortable). Then a couple of Trisha's friends joined us at the house for more drinking (the breast part was totally over by this point) and we eventually left to go out for a night on the town.
I don't think I've ever gone out to the bars in my home town when returning home for a holiday. So it was basically hilarious. I'm a little too old to have seen many of my high school friends out, most of the people were several years younger than I am, but my cousins (Trisha is one of four girls) saw lots of people they knew. It was pretty insane. People bought us shots, we ran into my uncle (Trisha's dad) who gave us more cash for drinks and sent us on our way, and we rocked it out until the wee hour of 1am. Ha.
I guess last call in Crystal Lake is like 1:30 or something? I dunno. But I'm past my intense partying phase of life so when I heard that we were being picked up at !am I was thrilled. Granted we'd been drinking since 5pm, but still...
I was so. stupid. drunk. when I got home. I made Kevin, who was at home in Brooklyn editing sketch shorts, come online and gchat with me and I KNOW I said some ridiculous shit. I'm lucky he's a forgiving gentleman (who's seen his fair share of nights plenty drunker than I could ever imagine being). So yah. Drunk. But when, if not then, am I going to go all out and have a blast in her honor. (I went home after 3 drinks the night of my own birthday party.) Trisha's three sisters and I are the only women in the wedding party, so it felt like the right move. We had a blast. And it was pretty hilarious being that sloshed in my childhood home late at night, stumbling around in the dark, trying not to wake my grandma...all because my baby cousin, who's a grown woman now, is getting married and we had to celebrate. It was one of those This is That Moment moments.
The next morning was her shower, a couples shower, which I so prefer because a buncha ladies sitting around playing shower games is just gross to me. My high school theater director was there (he's friends with my family) - this man informed a GREAT deal of my life as a performer - and I haven't seen him in almost ten years. So we caught up for a while which was awesome because I have a lot of great theater stuff to brag about.
I flew home to New York that afternoon, went to the HST show straight from the airport, we played to a sold out house (where are all these people coming from?), and then I made Kev take me home. I was exhausted. And it was really good to see his goofy face again. ;)
The rest of the weekend flew by with, somehow, more eating? and drinking? and laying around? And here we are. Her wedding is in like four weeks and I'm excited.
In the meantime, I'll be jogging.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
twenty-seven and thankful and it's a long entry because i've been meaning to write this for a while now
The first three weeks of my life as a 27 year old have been pretty stellar to say the least. I think the thing this birthday signified the most for me was Becoming an Actual Adult.
...whatever the fuck that means, right?
But seriously, my twenties have been mostly a crap shoot until now. I've certainly had some really great years so far, where I made lots of progress and created lots of positive things for myself (losing 100 pounds would probably fall into that category, as would returning to college to finish my degree, and rediscovering My Life Among the Living after that pesky homeless/jobless/hopeless spell I saw around 21), but I have definitely had an equal if not greater amount of very difficult times, over all, during these 7 years of twentydom. Getting fired this past year was in fact a mere blip on the radar compared to some of the other struggles. And oh what struggles there were. Losing jobs, avoiding jobs, screwing up at jobs, having major surgery - twice, breaking bones, crashing cars, fucking with my credit, fucking with my credit debt, let's fuck some more with my credit, alienating friends, alienating my mother, doing plenty of drugs, being generally irresponsible, failing classes, lying, stealing, generally sucking, being homeless, punching a boyfriend in the face, doing more drugs - the list goes on - you get the point. And oddly, a lot of it happened in a one and a half year span, but some of it dragged on a lot longer.
In fact, I'm about to pay off a cell phone bill that has been in collections since 1999. I was 19 then. So these issues evidently bleed back into the late teens as well.
The point is, it's been a tough road. Or as my therapist once said, "You've always had a difficult time." Yes. Well. I certainly have, haven't I.
And of course I'm of the school that says I created those difficult times for myself. Thank god I at least had that insight during all of it. Nothing is more ugly to me than the screw-up who thinks the world is screwing her. I always knew it was my own choice to be making the mess and my own choice to climb out of it. It was just the climbing out part that I seemed to find next to impossible. And who wouldn't.
My close friends know the whole "story". (As those years have gotten further away, the story has become less definitive of who I am and more of a series of anecdotes, but it all felt anything but anecdotal as it was happening.) I was all about making a big ol' mess. And I finally had the messiest mess of shit happen the summer before I turned 22 that knocked me, hard, into fixing things. But it takes a lot longer to fix shit than it takes to break it. And I'm still fixing. I fixed a LOT in those first few years, making major strides all the time. But I have never fully felt that I got to zero and kept moving upward, if that makes sense. I never fully felt that I completely repaid my debts - financial, spiritual, emotional, and otherwise - AND was able to actually move beyond them into something totally new and unrelated to being Someone With A Story. Until now. I'm mended. And I've moved on. It's really a miracle. It's taken a long time.
Twenty-six was a bittersweet year. I had a lot of great stuff going for me when I turned 26, and I'd already put so much of my Mess behind me, but there were still some habits and weaknesses and misguided values that were sneaking in and making it hard for me to live fully. I know now that stuff will always be there to challenge me and I have to make better choices for myself every day, but I had myself tricked for a while into thinking that those challenges weren't there at all. Then I got fired from my cushy job and endured a momentary tail spin that felt a little too close to the horrible feelings of Homeless '02. That's just what our bodies do with tough times, associate them to other tough times, even if they aren't terribly similar. So it felt scary to have that instability again. And it shook me. So that was a hard part of twenty-six.
I saw lots of good parts of twenty-six too though. HST, improv, friends, health, etc. And I fell in luv. Eeeew! Gross! Aaack! Barf! And that shook me too, except in a good way and with my pants off. ZING!
I started to piece things together for myself (again) after getting fired and found some places that had been needing some more attention than I'd been willing to give to them. My horoscope recently said something like "You've gotten so used to dithering around that you don't even know you're doing it." Yup.
And I'm just at this point now - this point where I'm not gonna except anything less from myself than what I know I'm capable of giving to myself. I want to be healthy in body and mind. I want to use eye cream on my eyes because I'm not gonna be young forever. (Shut up, Kevin.) I want to smoke less pot (And oh my god I actually am for the first time in 7 entire years I cannot believe it yes yes yes yes yes!!!!) because who the fuck needs the extra hurdle, life is hard enough without putting roadblocks in your own way. I want to exercise as often as possible because it will make me healthy when I'm 80, not because it will make me skinny. I want to meditate and have a healthy awareness of my spirtual state because it's important to me to get the most of out of this Consciousness thang we humans got goin' on. I want to enjoy my friends and laugh with them and dust my bedroom more often and buy myself new sweaters because it makes me feel happy to have clothes I like. I want to write thank you notes to people and let the irritating shit roll off my back and wear jewelry because I like how it feels and hang out with my cat and love my boyfriend and practice patience with him and support him in everything he does because he deserves to be supported. I want to take vitamins and balance my check book and have good credit (who AM I?!) and accrue frequent flyer miles because that sounds like fun. I want to stop tempting fate into trying to convince me over and over again how precious my life is in the form of crashing my car, breaking my foot, losing my salary, or owing somebody a shit ton of money. I want to honor my life as a way of thanking the Universe for all the cool things I've been able to do so far, all the awesome stuff I've gotten to see, all the amazing opportunities and second chances and first tries I've been given, all the seriously fantastic people I know, the wonderful family I have, and the general wellness I've been given.
I'm so grateful for that stuff. I'm so so eternally grateful for it. But most of all I'm grateful that I've taken so many stupid chances (and, granted, memorable risks) with that stuff and have still ended up here, 27, truly appreciating the whole game.
Plus I have new cat pants.
...whatever the fuck that means, right?
But seriously, my twenties have been mostly a crap shoot until now. I've certainly had some really great years so far, where I made lots of progress and created lots of positive things for myself (losing 100 pounds would probably fall into that category, as would returning to college to finish my degree, and rediscovering My Life Among the Living after that pesky homeless/jobless/hopeless spell I saw around 21), but I have definitely had an equal if not greater amount of very difficult times, over all, during these 7 years of twentydom. Getting fired this past year was in fact a mere blip on the radar compared to some of the other struggles. And oh what struggles there were. Losing jobs, avoiding jobs, screwing up at jobs, having major surgery - twice, breaking bones, crashing cars, fucking with my credit, fucking with my credit debt, let's fuck some more with my credit, alienating friends, alienating my mother, doing plenty of drugs, being generally irresponsible, failing classes, lying, stealing, generally sucking, being homeless, punching a boyfriend in the face, doing more drugs - the list goes on - you get the point. And oddly, a lot of it happened in a one and a half year span, but some of it dragged on a lot longer.
In fact, I'm about to pay off a cell phone bill that has been in collections since 1999. I was 19 then. So these issues evidently bleed back into the late teens as well.
The point is, it's been a tough road. Or as my therapist once said, "You've always had a difficult time." Yes. Well. I certainly have, haven't I.
And of course I'm of the school that says I created those difficult times for myself. Thank god I at least had that insight during all of it. Nothing is more ugly to me than the screw-up who thinks the world is screwing her. I always knew it was my own choice to be making the mess and my own choice to climb out of it. It was just the climbing out part that I seemed to find next to impossible. And who wouldn't.
My close friends know the whole "story". (As those years have gotten further away, the story has become less definitive of who I am and more of a series of anecdotes, but it all felt anything but anecdotal as it was happening.) I was all about making a big ol' mess. And I finally had the messiest mess of shit happen the summer before I turned 22 that knocked me, hard, into fixing things. But it takes a lot longer to fix shit than it takes to break it. And I'm still fixing. I fixed a LOT in those first few years, making major strides all the time. But I have never fully felt that I got to zero and kept moving upward, if that makes sense. I never fully felt that I completely repaid my debts - financial, spiritual, emotional, and otherwise - AND was able to actually move beyond them into something totally new and unrelated to being Someone With A Story. Until now. I'm mended. And I've moved on. It's really a miracle. It's taken a long time.
Twenty-six was a bittersweet year. I had a lot of great stuff going for me when I turned 26, and I'd already put so much of my Mess behind me, but there were still some habits and weaknesses and misguided values that were sneaking in and making it hard for me to live fully. I know now that stuff will always be there to challenge me and I have to make better choices for myself every day, but I had myself tricked for a while into thinking that those challenges weren't there at all. Then I got fired from my cushy job and endured a momentary tail spin that felt a little too close to the horrible feelings of Homeless '02. That's just what our bodies do with tough times, associate them to other tough times, even if they aren't terribly similar. So it felt scary to have that instability again. And it shook me. So that was a hard part of twenty-six.
I saw lots of good parts of twenty-six too though. HST, improv, friends, health, etc. And I fell in luv. Eeeew! Gross! Aaack! Barf! And that shook me too, except in a good way and with my pants off. ZING!
I started to piece things together for myself (again) after getting fired and found some places that had been needing some more attention than I'd been willing to give to them. My horoscope recently said something like "You've gotten so used to dithering around that you don't even know you're doing it." Yup.
And I'm just at this point now - this point where I'm not gonna except anything less from myself than what I know I'm capable of giving to myself. I want to be healthy in body and mind. I want to use eye cream on my eyes because I'm not gonna be young forever. (Shut up, Kevin.) I want to smoke less pot (And oh my god I actually am for the first time in 7 entire years I cannot believe it yes yes yes yes yes!!!!) because who the fuck needs the extra hurdle, life is hard enough without putting roadblocks in your own way. I want to exercise as often as possible because it will make me healthy when I'm 80, not because it will make me skinny. I want to meditate and have a healthy awareness of my spirtual state because it's important to me to get the most of out of this Consciousness thang we humans got goin' on. I want to enjoy my friends and laugh with them and dust my bedroom more often and buy myself new sweaters because it makes me feel happy to have clothes I like. I want to write thank you notes to people and let the irritating shit roll off my back and wear jewelry because I like how it feels and hang out with my cat and love my boyfriend and practice patience with him and support him in everything he does because he deserves to be supported. I want to take vitamins and balance my check book and have good credit (who AM I?!) and accrue frequent flyer miles because that sounds like fun. I want to stop tempting fate into trying to convince me over and over again how precious my life is in the form of crashing my car, breaking my foot, losing my salary, or owing somebody a shit ton of money. I want to honor my life as a way of thanking the Universe for all the cool things I've been able to do so far, all the awesome stuff I've gotten to see, all the amazing opportunities and second chances and first tries I've been given, all the seriously fantastic people I know, the wonderful family I have, and the general wellness I've been given.
I'm so grateful for that stuff. I'm so so eternally grateful for it. But most of all I'm grateful that I've taken so many stupid chances (and, granted, memorable risks) with that stuff and have still ended up here, 27, truly appreciating the whole game.
Plus I have new cat pants.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Toronto Recap
We performed at Second City. The stage was sick. As in, cool.
Sara and Clayton waiting in the chilly northern weather for the bathroom. I'm surprised Clayton's not flicking off the camera here. I usually have a hard time finding photos where he's not.
We went to the CN Tower, a very tall building. Their security sensors blast you with all these shots of air! It kind of hurts!
At the top of this tall building they have a glass floor. I was scared/excited. But mostly very very scared. It's funny how your body almost won't let you stand on a glass floor that's thousands of feet up in the air. The body likes the safety.
Me, Sara, Billy, Kevin with a piglet puppet on his hand, and some weird Bear we met along the way. (Just kidding, it's really Fanny. But what an hilarious bear head!)
This was the photo they snapped of us at the CN Tower in front of a green screen and tried to make us buy. Billy took a picture of the monitor where they showed it to us and he got in big trouble. About the photo Billy said, "It looks like you guys love each other! And I'm there!" I find that unmistakably hilarious. Billy and I have been laughing about it ever since. You have to hear him say it. He's a real geek.
Top of the CN Tower. Windy and tall.
Billy made a friend. It's his forte.
All in all, a good trip. Tiring and too quick and LOTS of driving but Kevin is the MAN behind the wheel of that 15 passenger van so all was well. The show was a great success, as usual (if I may be so immodest), and we ate stuff and paid for things with Canadian money. Oh my god and Mike's hot dog stand? YES. Thank you, Toronto. You make a killer hot dog.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Roommates.
I am currently drafting an entry about how proud I am of some of the wonderful strides I've made recently. One of those is my new relationship to my money and how I'm finally clearing out (although they are small) debts from almost ten years ago! So in keeping with this, I just called a law firm, that seems to double as a collections agency, to pay off (in full, mind you) an old cell phone account that has been with them since I was 19 years old. What can I say, I racked up a $600 bill and couldn't pay it and then forgot about it and then looked at my credit report eight years later and...you get the idea.
Anyway, I have been making consistent monthly payments on this account for the last 6 months, but I'm now able to afford to pay the entire balance. So I called up and tried to do it. And the psychotic psycho beast on the other end of the line who seems to have decorated herself with some sort of odd status (?) because she works at a collection's agency (?) was extremely rude and oddly defensive to me (?!) while I was being perfectly nice and reasonable and telling her I wanted to pay the damn BALANCE IN FULL. Keep in mind, of course, that I have been in "good standing" with this stupid place for 6 months! So I was being nice, because you don't get anywhere in these situations by being unpleasant and I just want to pay the damn bill and be done with it. Yet she proceeded to be a psycho rude face to me, literally responding to me as though we were carrying on two different conversations and THEN she actually said, "You don't have to get rude with me!" when I was being perfectly normal and lovely, I assure you, because hello I can get ruuuude, trust me, and this was not even fucking CLOSE; I wasn't even in the same hemisphere as rude. So I took a breath and calmly, although in retrospect, unwisely said, "I'm sorry, but I have to tell you, woman to woman, that you have been rude to me since this call began." And she actually yelled, "OH NO. BUH BYE, BUH BYE, BUH BYE." and HUNG UP ON ME before I could pay anything.
WHAT?! Did I just fall off the normal truck into Insane Town Of My Worst Nightmares? And I still owe these fuckers money?!!!
Maybe she was offended because I said woman to woman? Maybe it was an insecure dude with a gentle voice?
I wanted to cut something.
So I told Daniel about the incident. Daniel's got a real problem with these sorts of little injustices the same way I do. (He's been drafting and redrafting a letter-in-his-mind to the MTA for almost ten years.) And I also told him about a day dream I had about finding out who she is and planning an elaborate homocide. And how in the day dream, I decided that someone I know would find me in the ally with the knife waiting to pounce on this bitch and they would selflessly shake me by the shoulders and yell "HOW DID IT GET THIS FAR?"
And Daniel wrote back: Well, I wouldn’t be that person. I’d be the person who kills that person and then turns to you, with my own knife, and says, “Let’s do it.”
I love Daniel.
Anyway, I have been making consistent monthly payments on this account for the last 6 months, but I'm now able to afford to pay the entire balance. So I called up and tried to do it. And the psychotic psycho beast on the other end of the line who seems to have decorated herself with some sort of odd status (?) because she works at a collection's agency (?) was extremely rude and oddly defensive to me (?!) while I was being perfectly nice and reasonable and telling her I wanted to pay the damn BALANCE IN FULL. Keep in mind, of course, that I have been in "good standing" with this stupid place for 6 months! So I was being nice, because you don't get anywhere in these situations by being unpleasant and I just want to pay the damn bill and be done with it. Yet she proceeded to be a psycho rude face to me, literally responding to me as though we were carrying on two different conversations and THEN she actually said, "You don't have to get rude with me!" when I was being perfectly normal and lovely, I assure you, because hello I can get ruuuude, trust me, and this was not even fucking CLOSE; I wasn't even in the same hemisphere as rude. So I took a breath and calmly, although in retrospect, unwisely said, "I'm sorry, but I have to tell you, woman to woman, that you have been rude to me since this call began." And she actually yelled, "OH NO. BUH BYE, BUH BYE, BUH BYE." and HUNG UP ON ME before I could pay anything.
WHAT?! Did I just fall off the normal truck into Insane Town Of My Worst Nightmares? And I still owe these fuckers money?!!!
Maybe she was offended because I said woman to woman? Maybe it was an insecure dude with a gentle voice?
I wanted to cut something.
So I told Daniel about the incident. Daniel's got a real problem with these sorts of little injustices the same way I do. (He's been drafting and redrafting a letter-in-his-mind to the MTA for almost ten years.) And I also told him about a day dream I had about finding out who she is and planning an elaborate homocide. And how in the day dream, I decided that someone I know would find me in the ally with the knife waiting to pounce on this bitch and they would selflessly shake me by the shoulders and yell "HOW DID IT GET THIS FAR?"
And Daniel wrote back: Well, I wouldn’t be that person. I’d be the person who kills that person and then turns to you, with my own knife, and says, “Let’s do it.”
I love Daniel.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Oh, Canada!
Okay, I'm leaving in two and a half hours...things have been hectic at work this morning. I'm assisting several associates and partners today because lots of people are out. And I'm leaving early myself. It's been non-stop.
Sometimes I wish I could talk about some of the stuff that goes on at my job on this blog. Alas, I cannot. In fact, I signed a confidentiality agreement years ago when I first started the job. Sigh. It's too bad, though, because I enjoy being a blabbermouth.
I'm looking forward to this trip. It's gonna be such a quick one, there and back with only one day in between. I wish we had another few days, but we've got to get back to town to do our Saturday show. Woe is me. ;) The drives in the van are always fun, though, and Kev is coming, so that's fun too.
I'm in a really financially stable place right now. Probably the most financially stable I've been..oh...EVER? In my life? Yah, I'm not sure how that happened, but getting fired last year really freaked me out. I've spent the year since then working my ass off to pay down some annoying little debts. I recently paid off my (albeit very very small) credit card debt, I'm down to the last two payments on another debt, and last night I paid Daniel the final payment for the WHOLE LOT of money I've owed him for a while now! That felt awesome. And I'm actually in the black...is that what they call it? Seems it should be green, no? Anyway, things are good on that front and I'm really happy to be entering into this holiday season (which is going to be filled with a shitload of travel and events, etc.) with some security. It's a huge deal for me.
These aren't the Halloween pictures I've wanted to post but they're too hilarious to pass up:
Kev as a hunter, me as the rabbit:
Me in the hunter's mask. It's amazing how different this thing looks on everyone who puts it on (Ha, you can see my rabbit ears hanging down my back. That makes me laugh):
And this was the day before Halloween; he shaved his beard of 7 years! He said I could put this up here. Somehow, though, I bet he'll regret it just the same:
Let's cool it on the Kevin photos, huh? Sheesh, you'd think I was dating him...
(Oh, AND, I put some pictures from here from that day.)
Sometimes I wish I could talk about some of the stuff that goes on at my job on this blog. Alas, I cannot. In fact, I signed a confidentiality agreement years ago when I first started the job. Sigh. It's too bad, though, because I enjoy being a blabbermouth.
I'm looking forward to this trip. It's gonna be such a quick one, there and back with only one day in between. I wish we had another few days, but we've got to get back to town to do our Saturday show. Woe is me. ;) The drives in the van are always fun, though, and Kev is coming, so that's fun too.
I'm in a really financially stable place right now. Probably the most financially stable I've been..oh...EVER? In my life? Yah, I'm not sure how that happened, but getting fired last year really freaked me out. I've spent the year since then working my ass off to pay down some annoying little debts. I recently paid off my (albeit very very small) credit card debt, I'm down to the last two payments on another debt, and last night I paid Daniel the final payment for the WHOLE LOT of money I've owed him for a while now! That felt awesome. And I'm actually in the black...is that what they call it? Seems it should be green, no? Anyway, things are good on that front and I'm really happy to be entering into this holiday season (which is going to be filled with a shitload of travel and events, etc.) with some security. It's a huge deal for me.
These aren't the Halloween pictures I've wanted to post but they're too hilarious to pass up:
Kev as a hunter, me as the rabbit:
Me in the hunter's mask. It's amazing how different this thing looks on everyone who puts it on (Ha, you can see my rabbit ears hanging down my back. That makes me laugh):
And this was the day before Halloween; he shaved his beard of 7 years! He said I could put this up here. Somehow, though, I bet he'll regret it just the same:
Let's cool it on the Kevin photos, huh? Sheesh, you'd think I was dating him...
(Oh, AND, I put some pictures from here from that day.)
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
quick
Going to Toronto tomorrow! Hope to have time to post before then, but we'll see. Busy at work, busy busy, roar. Still have plenty to say about turning 27. And plenty more photos to find appropriate places to post.
In the meantime, I'll leave you with this: These are the men in my life. They have a very complicated relationship. Needless to say, this photo brings me much happiness. What dorks.
In the meantime, I'll leave you with this: These are the men in my life. They have a very complicated relationship. Needless to say, this photo brings me much happiness. What dorks.
I had a party.
I wrote details in an earlier post. Here's photographic evidence:
These are some people who were there. They are my friends. :) I'm in the lower right hand corner making a weirdo face, mid-conversation, looking suspiciously like my mother.
This is when Billy was telling Keith about Simi Wine and the psychic. I love this story. Daniel (far right) does too. He always makes that I'm Not Interested face. Don't let it throw you. He was having a blast.
I love this photo. For a host of reasons. First of all, it's like a pyramid of friends and everyone naturally zig-zags, which is v. cool. Plus, these are some of my all-time favorite Pitzens all in one corner. Jake, Phil, Chris, all looking cool like cucumbers...Keith looking like a real cheeseball buttface...Sarah mid-drink order? Perhaps. And Soroka. Ohh, Soroka. You psychopath.
It was a fun time.
These are some people who were there. They are my friends. :) I'm in the lower right hand corner making a weirdo face, mid-conversation, looking suspiciously like my mother.
This is when Billy was telling Keith about Simi Wine and the psychic. I love this story. Daniel (far right) does too. He always makes that I'm Not Interested face. Don't let it throw you. He was having a blast.
I love this photo. For a host of reasons. First of all, it's like a pyramid of friends and everyone naturally zig-zags, which is v. cool. Plus, these are some of my all-time favorite Pitzens all in one corner. Jake, Phil, Chris, all looking cool like cucumbers...Keith looking like a real cheeseball buttface...Sarah mid-drink order? Perhaps. And Soroka. Ohh, Soroka. You psychopath.
It was a fun time.
reminiscence
(Finally got some photos uploaded...)
I LOVED these!! Isn't he nice to me? He is. Most of the time.
Monday, November 12, 2007
It's only 12:30pm
and I've spent the last hour thinking about what I want for lunch. And I don't start work until 10, so I, like, JUST had breakfast.
Here are the various flashes of potential lunches that have zipped through my mind:
extra large meat lovers pizza (hubba hubba. drool city.)
nachos
extra large meat lovers pizza
cookies
cookie pie
a warm chicken sandwich on rye toast with pesto spread, cheddar cheese, and carmelized onions
extra large pesto pizza with garlic.
>dies<
Here are the various flashes of potential lunches that have zipped through my mind:
extra large meat lovers pizza (hubba hubba. drool city.)
nachos
extra large meat lovers pizza
cookies
cookie pie
a warm chicken sandwich on rye toast with pesto spread, cheddar cheese, and carmelized onions
extra large pesto pizza with garlic.
>dies<
Friday, November 09, 2007
birth death and stuff in between
This might be a long one, suckers. Snuggle in.
First off, I have so many photos I want to slap up here, it ain’t even funny no mo. Hopefully I’ll be able to spend some time on that tomorrow.
Which brings me to my next point. I’m really looking forward to tomorrow. Tomorrow is Nothing. (Except an HST meeting and show in the evening, but I should have a good 6 hours to myself before that.) This brings me a great deal of joy. Don’t get me wrong, the birthday festivities have been wonderful – in fact every single day since LAST Saturday has included some form of birthday celebration or gift receiving or well wishing. But I’m glad it will be over soon because holy fuck I’m so tired.
It was an awesome week, though, and last night was the final hurrah with a delightful little birthday party at Iguana in midtown. An odd area of town for a late Thursday night birthday party, if you don’t work at ING at least, but it really worked out quite well. My improv group was coming from practice only several blocks away, my sketch group was coming from the PIT where they’d just seen Clayton’s level 3 show, so they weren’t far away either. We carved out a little spot for ourselves in the corner of the bar, which turned out to be the perfect little spot, and it was so nice to see everyone there all at once. I really only invited my close friends – I hate when people feel obligated to come to a party for someone they don’t know, and I hate being obligated to go to a party for a person I don’t know, so I thought I’d keep it in the family. There might be nothing I love more (besides cats) than all my bests in a tight little space, negotiating around each other for more drinks and chips.
I had several margaritas, chatted it up with people who I don’t get to chat with often enough and then, as some people started to peace out, I got settled on a chair and chatted with the some of the dudes, reconnected with Kev, who was taking photos and generally enjoying himself. :)
The night began to wind down when an extremely drunk 50-something came over to our area to pilfer through everyone’s coats and bags because he couldn’t find his own coat. Dude looked through those piles probably eleven times, slurring something to Kevin over and over. What a weirdo.
So I did a shot with Daniel, smoked a ¼ of a cigarette (! It’s been ages since I did that. It was gross.) with Dan, Steve, and Bill, finished my margarita, and called it a night. Kevin and Dan and I cabbed back to queens and I was in bed by 1:30am, which, for me, is the best possible way for a birthday party night to end. Maybe I didn’t feel that way when I was 23, but I feel that way now, big time. You know that phrase, “You can sleep when you’re dead.” Whoever said that can suck it, because I will be sleeping Right. Now. Yesssssssss. Please turn off the lights.
I got a really sweet card from Sarah and Matt and a bag of adorable cat stuff from my friend Sara and two pink roses from my friend Chris and I was so happy to have everyone there. Warm and fuzzy. It was a great night, couldn’t have worked out better. It’s too bad I didn’t get to chit chat with everyone who showed up, but I’m sure they understand.
Plus my boyfriend rocks. He sent me roses at work yesterday. A big thing of ‘em. Very happy making.
My mom’s present to me is still at the post office, so I’ll try to go pick that up tomorrow. I’m kinda excited that I haven’t opened it yet though. One last gift.
I’m lucky and blessed and spoiled and happy. And now I need a goddammed nap. When all is said and done, I will have had a show every day this week except for Thursday and Sunday. (And Thursday was my party and Sunday we’re going to Kevin’s parents house.) I’m just exhausted. I love performing, for sure, and hangin out is good too. But I need sleep, badly. I need to cocoon up in my bedroom, turn the tv on quietly, shut the lights, get the cat into naptime position at the foot of the bed, and sleep for 8 days. That’s not gonna happen, so I’ll take sleeping in tomorrow, and a relaxing day of laundry and other errands before my 6:30 HST marketing meeting. It’s not enough, but it will have to do.
Things are gonna continue to ramp up, though, as the next few weeks are equally insane. So I’d better start getting some more regular sleep and make sure I eat my fruits and veggies and make time for exercise (going to the gym tonight after work, in fact) because I’m going to need it.
A week from today, I will be in Toronto for the Toronto Sketch Fest. We’re leaving Wednesday day night, returning Friday night. Very cool. We’re one of only a few groups performing at the Second City stage, which is an honor.
The following weekend is Thanksgiving, if you can believe it. My little cousin is getting married at the end of December so we’re doing lots of pre-wedding stuff when I’m in Chicago for Thanksgiving.
Alright. That seems to do it. I have more to say on the subject of aging and my new plans to do so gracefully and with vigor, but I don’t have the energy at the moment. So I guess I’m off to a terrible start in that department. Zzzzzzzzzz. Turn out the lights please.
I’ll leave you with something my friend at work said today, which cracked me up for some reason:
“Stabbed to death is the worst.”
Agreed.
First off, I have so many photos I want to slap up here, it ain’t even funny no mo. Hopefully I’ll be able to spend some time on that tomorrow.
Which brings me to my next point. I’m really looking forward to tomorrow. Tomorrow is Nothing. (Except an HST meeting and show in the evening, but I should have a good 6 hours to myself before that.) This brings me a great deal of joy. Don’t get me wrong, the birthday festivities have been wonderful – in fact every single day since LAST Saturday has included some form of birthday celebration or gift receiving or well wishing. But I’m glad it will be over soon because holy fuck I’m so tired.
It was an awesome week, though, and last night was the final hurrah with a delightful little birthday party at Iguana in midtown. An odd area of town for a late Thursday night birthday party, if you don’t work at ING at least, but it really worked out quite well. My improv group was coming from practice only several blocks away, my sketch group was coming from the PIT where they’d just seen Clayton’s level 3 show, so they weren’t far away either. We carved out a little spot for ourselves in the corner of the bar, which turned out to be the perfect little spot, and it was so nice to see everyone there all at once. I really only invited my close friends – I hate when people feel obligated to come to a party for someone they don’t know, and I hate being obligated to go to a party for a person I don’t know, so I thought I’d keep it in the family. There might be nothing I love more (besides cats) than all my bests in a tight little space, negotiating around each other for more drinks and chips.
I had several margaritas, chatted it up with people who I don’t get to chat with often enough and then, as some people started to peace out, I got settled on a chair and chatted with the some of the dudes, reconnected with Kev, who was taking photos and generally enjoying himself. :)
The night began to wind down when an extremely drunk 50-something came over to our area to pilfer through everyone’s coats and bags because he couldn’t find his own coat. Dude looked through those piles probably eleven times, slurring something to Kevin over and over. What a weirdo.
So I did a shot with Daniel, smoked a ¼ of a cigarette (! It’s been ages since I did that. It was gross.) with Dan, Steve, and Bill, finished my margarita, and called it a night. Kevin and Dan and I cabbed back to queens and I was in bed by 1:30am, which, for me, is the best possible way for a birthday party night to end. Maybe I didn’t feel that way when I was 23, but I feel that way now, big time. You know that phrase, “You can sleep when you’re dead.” Whoever said that can suck it, because I will be sleeping Right. Now. Yesssssssss. Please turn off the lights.
I got a really sweet card from Sarah and Matt and a bag of adorable cat stuff from my friend Sara and two pink roses from my friend Chris and I was so happy to have everyone there. Warm and fuzzy. It was a great night, couldn’t have worked out better. It’s too bad I didn’t get to chit chat with everyone who showed up, but I’m sure they understand.
Plus my boyfriend rocks. He sent me roses at work yesterday. A big thing of ‘em. Very happy making.
My mom’s present to me is still at the post office, so I’ll try to go pick that up tomorrow. I’m kinda excited that I haven’t opened it yet though. One last gift.
I’m lucky and blessed and spoiled and happy. And now I need a goddammed nap. When all is said and done, I will have had a show every day this week except for Thursday and Sunday. (And Thursday was my party and Sunday we’re going to Kevin’s parents house.) I’m just exhausted. I love performing, for sure, and hangin out is good too. But I need sleep, badly. I need to cocoon up in my bedroom, turn the tv on quietly, shut the lights, get the cat into naptime position at the foot of the bed, and sleep for 8 days. That’s not gonna happen, so I’ll take sleeping in tomorrow, and a relaxing day of laundry and other errands before my 6:30 HST marketing meeting. It’s not enough, but it will have to do.
Things are gonna continue to ramp up, though, as the next few weeks are equally insane. So I’d better start getting some more regular sleep and make sure I eat my fruits and veggies and make time for exercise (going to the gym tonight after work, in fact) because I’m going to need it.
A week from today, I will be in Toronto for the Toronto Sketch Fest. We’re leaving Wednesday day night, returning Friday night. Very cool. We’re one of only a few groups performing at the Second City stage, which is an honor.
The following weekend is Thanksgiving, if you can believe it. My little cousin is getting married at the end of December so we’re doing lots of pre-wedding stuff when I’m in Chicago for Thanksgiving.
Alright. That seems to do it. I have more to say on the subject of aging and my new plans to do so gracefully and with vigor, but I don’t have the energy at the moment. So I guess I’m off to a terrible start in that department. Zzzzzzzzzz. Turn out the lights please.
I’ll leave you with something my friend at work said today, which cracked me up for some reason:
“Stabbed to death is the worst.”
Agreed.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Still Got It
Today is my twenty-seventh birthday. :)
I like this day. I've historically liked this day. And despite my worry that I was getting too old to feel all sparkly birthday good, this year turns out to be no exception. :) :) :)
I woke up to voicemails from my mom, dad, and grandma. Check, check, and check. And I'm looking forward to the whole day. Nobody at work knows it's my birthday - shhhh -and there's something I like about that.
Kevin and I are gonna have lunch when he's done with some voiceover stuff he's doing this morning, so that will be lovely also. Then I have rehearsal and a show and then tomorrow is my PARTY!
:) :) :) So far 27 feels pretty good.
Update: this is the cake that they gave me at the PIT and the whole audience sang! Very cool. I recommend it. The cake says Happy Birth. Ha! Thanks, Kev:
I like this day. I've historically liked this day. And despite my worry that I was getting too old to feel all sparkly birthday good, this year turns out to be no exception. :) :) :)
I woke up to voicemails from my mom, dad, and grandma. Check, check, and check. And I'm looking forward to the whole day. Nobody at work knows it's my birthday - shhhh -and there's something I like about that.
Kevin and I are gonna have lunch when he's done with some voiceover stuff he's doing this morning, so that will be lovely also. Then I have rehearsal and a show and then tomorrow is my PARTY!
:) :) :) So far 27 feels pretty good.
Update: this is the cake that they gave me at the PIT and the whole audience sang! Very cool. I recommend it. The cake says Happy Birth. Ha! Thanks, Kev:
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Spoiled.
On a lighter note, I'm pretty crazy about my boyfriend. Some of his friends read this so I apologize in advance for any cutesy-ness you'll have to witness, but I taking back my own damn blog this time. He's pretty great and I'm pretty glad about it. He does plenty of things, daily, that make me feel this way, and had he NOT taken me on a special surprise birthday celebration day on Saturday, I would still feel this way, but he did take me on a special surprise birthday celebration day on Saturday. But he DID. :D
First we woke up (how much of this am I supposed to tell, Kevin? i won't talk about the sex, how bout that? that seems fair, right? hello? kevin?) and I sat up in bed and closed my eyes so he could give me my first (and favorite) present, a Calvin & Hobbes book called Homocidal Psycho Jungle Cat, which I do not own and have not read and cannot be happier to now possess. THEN, we left the apartment to go to a surprise location. The surprise location turned out to be a fancy pants spa where I would be treated to AND HOUR AND A HALF OF MASSAGE AND REFLEXOLOGY. If you don't know me, you don't know that I am newly in love with reflexology. Luckily, Kevin knows me. And it. was. bliss. Omg. It was incredible. He had our good friend Clayton ask his boyfriend Joe, who is a massage therapist, to recommend someone and he recommended his favorite woman in the city. And jesus christ. Yup. She was to die for. It was a life altering experience, that massage, where things happened like breathing passages that I didn't know existed opening up in ways I didn't know I could feel. It was pretty transcendent.
And Kevin went to Starbucks and read the paper while I was in there. So sweet.
Then we went to another surprise location (because I like surprises. so what.) for brunch. A place called Five Points.
OHhhh delicious. I really enjoyed it a lot. The atmosphere was awesome, the food was awesome. We sat in this one small portion of the restaurant that is bathed in natural light in the one table right in the middle. And I had two mimosas. Slurp.
If you look closely you can see the first item on the menu is Churros with Mexican Hot Chocolate. We got those too. OMG. (In this picture they sort of look funny, but they were funny DELICIOUS.)
My meal was so fucking yummy:
Then there was a period of time that shall remain unaccounted for on this blog. Hubba hubba. (Annoyed yet, honey?)
And then we went to the Apple Store and I got another present. :o)
So, it was a pretty perfect day. And I told him that he could have spent a tiny percentage of the money he spent and I still would have been happy. It's true. I'm not a things-person. But I felt spoiled. And being spoiled for one day won't rot yer teeth.
First we woke up (how much of this am I supposed to tell, Kevin? i won't talk about the sex, how bout that? that seems fair, right? hello? kevin?) and I sat up in bed and closed my eyes so he could give me my first (and favorite) present, a Calvin & Hobbes book called Homocidal Psycho Jungle Cat, which I do not own and have not read and cannot be happier to now possess. THEN, we left the apartment to go to a surprise location. The surprise location turned out to be a fancy pants spa where I would be treated to AND HOUR AND A HALF OF MASSAGE AND REFLEXOLOGY. If you don't know me, you don't know that I am newly in love with reflexology. Luckily, Kevin knows me. And it. was. bliss. Omg. It was incredible. He had our good friend Clayton ask his boyfriend Joe, who is a massage therapist, to recommend someone and he recommended his favorite woman in the city. And jesus christ. Yup. She was to die for. It was a life altering experience, that massage, where things happened like breathing passages that I didn't know existed opening up in ways I didn't know I could feel. It was pretty transcendent.
And Kevin went to Starbucks and read the paper while I was in there. So sweet.
Then we went to another surprise location (because I like surprises. so what.) for brunch. A place called Five Points.
OHhhh delicious. I really enjoyed it a lot. The atmosphere was awesome, the food was awesome. We sat in this one small portion of the restaurant that is bathed in natural light in the one table right in the middle. And I had two mimosas. Slurp.
If you look closely you can see the first item on the menu is Churros with Mexican Hot Chocolate. We got those too. OMG. (In this picture they sort of look funny, but they were funny DELICIOUS.)
My meal was so fucking yummy:
Then there was a period of time that shall remain unaccounted for on this blog. Hubba hubba. (Annoyed yet, honey?)
And then we went to the Apple Store and I got another present. :o)
So, it was a pretty perfect day. And I told him that he could have spent a tiny percentage of the money he spent and I still would have been happy. It's true. I'm not a things-person. But I felt spoiled. And being spoiled for one day won't rot yer teeth.
Day before the Day
Tomorrow is my 27th birthday.
I'm not in the mood to write the ol' Birthday Post. You know the one. Where I'm all reflective and thankful and make some goals for the year ahead or some bullshit. I'll do it soon enough, I suppose.
I'm sick with a cold that's hanging on like they do and it's making my head hurt today. I've decided to avoid any more advil cold and sinus today since it stands to reason that the bod could use a break from the constant medicating that's been happening lately. Zicam, Theraflu, Advil. zzzzzz.
I'm feeling a little odd about this birthday. It's the first time I feel old. I know I'm not old, I know, I know, all you 30 somethings get off my back about it. But I'm sure you remember 27 and I'm sure you remember that 27 felt particularly adult. Plus my grandpa wrote in my birthday card that my being 27 makes him feel old. Oh, Grandpa, I hear ya.
I'm worried about aging rapidly all of a sudden. I'm worried my face will turn into something less youthful and my bones will start to creak and ache. I'm worried about missing my youth. It makes me want to cry. I know they're all silly worries and they'll go away as quickly as they've come, but it's the first time I'm feeling some of this stuff, so let me live it. I suppose watching an Oprah on anti-aging last night didn't help. We live in a culture of television-that-produces-fear-which-inevitably-makes-some-white-dude-some-more-money.
Regardless, I think with my birthday might come a renewed desire to focus on health. Taking vitamins, eating leafy greens, avoiding toxic chemicals. Somehow the idea of ever bearing offspring seems instantly overwhelming.
Hm. How bout a nice solemn post to usher in the birthday. :)
I'm definitely going shopping on my lunch break today. I practice retail therapy MAYBE once a year, if that, and this might just be the day.
I'm not in the mood to write the ol' Birthday Post. You know the one. Where I'm all reflective and thankful and make some goals for the year ahead or some bullshit. I'll do it soon enough, I suppose.
I'm sick with a cold that's hanging on like they do and it's making my head hurt today. I've decided to avoid any more advil cold and sinus today since it stands to reason that the bod could use a break from the constant medicating that's been happening lately. Zicam, Theraflu, Advil. zzzzzz.
I'm feeling a little odd about this birthday. It's the first time I feel old. I know I'm not old, I know, I know, all you 30 somethings get off my back about it. But I'm sure you remember 27 and I'm sure you remember that 27 felt particularly adult. Plus my grandpa wrote in my birthday card that my being 27 makes him feel old. Oh, Grandpa, I hear ya.
I'm worried about aging rapidly all of a sudden. I'm worried my face will turn into something less youthful and my bones will start to creak and ache. I'm worried about missing my youth. It makes me want to cry. I know they're all silly worries and they'll go away as quickly as they've come, but it's the first time I'm feeling some of this stuff, so let me live it. I suppose watching an Oprah on anti-aging last night didn't help. We live in a culture of television-that-produces-fear-which-inevitably-makes-some-white-dude-some-more-money.
Regardless, I think with my birthday might come a renewed desire to focus on health. Taking vitamins, eating leafy greens, avoiding toxic chemicals. Somehow the idea of ever bearing offspring seems instantly overwhelming.
Hm. How bout a nice solemn post to usher in the birthday. :)
I'm definitely going shopping on my lunch break today. I practice retail therapy MAYBE once a year, if that, and this might just be the day.
Monday, November 05, 2007
'weeeeen!
He won't let me post the REAL ones yet (and if you know him you should probably give him a hard time about it...) but here's a photo from Halloween with me as a rabbit and Kevin in his first costume of the night, a rabbit hunter, also known as horrifying old masked man. Try kissing someone who's wearing that thing. You don't want to, trust me. The long phallic nose alone is enough to make you want to shower immediately.
I hope to put up more photos soon, but this is what you're getting for now.
(And c'mon, it's really a terrible photo of me! But look how I selflessly slap it up on the ol' web because, despite any embarrassment I may feel, who cares! Some boyfriends should considering adopting the same devil-may-care approach to photo posting. Ahem.)
Friday, November 02, 2007
<3
I posted something a while back about my professional life since college graduation, but I realized it was an entirely too-long-and-detailed post to subject innocent people to its vastness, so I took it down. Better left as a private note to myself, right?
I just want you to know that I love my job. I'm very happy about working here again. And I hope that if I ever get frustrated as hell about this place or sick and tired of it, the way one can get about any job after a period of time, that I will reread these words and remember that I'm lucky to be back here.
I can wear what I want. Understand? This matters to me BIG. FUCKING. TIME. Why? Who knows. It's just who I am. I hate restrictions. My friend Ryan always used to tell me I'm a "don't box me in" kinda girl. I never really understood that. I do now. Don't box me the fuck in.
I don't have to be here until 10. Understand? This matters to me BIG. FUCKING. TIME. It means I can stay up late and do stuff.
I enjoy the content of the work because it's interesting as hell (music law) and I enjoy the people because they're super nice and down to earth. I'm treated with respect and I get free lunch sometimes. Like today. Amazing pasta with sun-dried tomatoes.
....and I've just spent the last four hours writing these few paragraphs because this day is so crazy busy.
Sigh. I still love it, though.
I just want you to know that I love my job. I'm very happy about working here again. And I hope that if I ever get frustrated as hell about this place or sick and tired of it, the way one can get about any job after a period of time, that I will reread these words and remember that I'm lucky to be back here.
I can wear what I want. Understand? This matters to me BIG. FUCKING. TIME. Why? Who knows. It's just who I am. I hate restrictions. My friend Ryan always used to tell me I'm a "don't box me in" kinda girl. I never really understood that. I do now. Don't box me the fuck in.
I don't have to be here until 10. Understand? This matters to me BIG. FUCKING. TIME. It means I can stay up late and do stuff.
I enjoy the content of the work because it's interesting as hell (music law) and I enjoy the people because they're super nice and down to earth. I'm treated with respect and I get free lunch sometimes. Like today. Amazing pasta with sun-dried tomatoes.
....and I've just spent the last four hours writing these few paragraphs because this day is so crazy busy.
Sigh. I still love it, though.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
All Hallows Eve
I had such a great time last night.
I suppose my posting has been relatively minimal lately. In fact, I don't even remember what I've updated about and what I haven't. But things are good. Work is great, comedy is great, boyfriend is excellent, cat is still nuts, roommate relations are good, exercise is reasonable. I feel pretty happy. Though, I haven't had much time at all for leisurely things like posting on this blog (or doing my laundry or fighting off this cold I seem to have collected somewhere along the way).
But there's been plenty to blog about, certainly, and I come into work each morning hoping to have time to write, but it never pans out. Work is hectic too. However, the main complication is that my computer at work is inSANEly slow. It's got a mere 256 MB of memory which is apparently pathetically little. And it's next to impossible to get stuff done efficiently during the day, let alone, navigate between websites. I'm getting a memory upgrade soon, thank god. I seriously need it. When I try to toggle between windows it sometimes takes a full 90 seconds JUST to open the new screen. Do you have any idea how long 90 seconds is when you're staring at a frozen computer screen? While someone really 'important' is on hold waiting for the information you're supposed to be looking up? At a law firm? Where shit moves fast? It's maddening and feels like I'm working on a tin can from 1987.
And it also reminds me that we as a culture have become very impatient. Or perhaps just I, as a culture, have become impatient.
Anyway, I had a great time last night.
First of all, it was my good friend Fanny's birthday. Her name is Faryn. We call her Fanny. And she loves cookies and sweets. So we all went to this chocolate restaurant for dinner. Delish. Everyone was dressed up for Halloween and it was adorable. I was dressed as a rabbit (and Kevin was dressed as a rabbit hunter.) Then we had to rush out to go do a show at the PIT. I was still dressed as a rabbit, but Kevin had to change into something else for the show. I truly and sincerely hope he'll green light me putting some photos of the event up on here because oh my good god, you want to see them.
Anyway, the shows were a blast - very festive and spooky-feeling. Everyone had such fantastic costumes and their performances were equally wacky. Nothing like a good holiday to spice up your improv. Afterwards, there was a keg and other party favors to go around so I hung out with friends and chatted and laughed the night away. It wasn't until 12am when Kev and I were cuttin a rug on the dance floor like we were the only two souls in the room that we realized that it was a lot later than we thought it was and we were supposed to meet back up with the Fanny Party. But it was too late and we missed out. I was bummed.
So we went home to eat pizza and stay up even later instead. :) Fun fun so much fun.
I had a few beers at the party but I have been drinking so infrequently lately that that was all I needed. I was pretty tipsy and I definitely made the most of it.
This week and next week feel so super-charged to me. There's so much exciting, rewarding stuff going on. Costumes yesterday, a fun dinner out tomorrow night, and Saturday (!) is a very exciting day (!) because Kevin is surprising me with some birthday activities that he won't reveal. All I know is that I wasn't allowed to make plans on Saturday. So THAT sounds like the right idea.
Then next week is even more intense. I'm doing FIVE shows next week - three improv, two sketch. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. And Thursday is my birthday party. Oof! I'm really looking forward to it though. I love the way it all fell into place like this. It makes me feel fantastic to know I'll get to perform so much next week because it's the perfect way to celebrate turning 27.
I can't wait to put up pictures of Halloween. Don't die when you see them.
I suppose my posting has been relatively minimal lately. In fact, I don't even remember what I've updated about and what I haven't. But things are good. Work is great, comedy is great, boyfriend is excellent, cat is still nuts, roommate relations are good, exercise is reasonable. I feel pretty happy. Though, I haven't had much time at all for leisurely things like posting on this blog (or doing my laundry or fighting off this cold I seem to have collected somewhere along the way).
But there's been plenty to blog about, certainly, and I come into work each morning hoping to have time to write, but it never pans out. Work is hectic too. However, the main complication is that my computer at work is inSANEly slow. It's got a mere 256 MB of memory which is apparently pathetically little. And it's next to impossible to get stuff done efficiently during the day, let alone, navigate between websites. I'm getting a memory upgrade soon, thank god. I seriously need it. When I try to toggle between windows it sometimes takes a full 90 seconds JUST to open the new screen. Do you have any idea how long 90 seconds is when you're staring at a frozen computer screen? While someone really 'important' is on hold waiting for the information you're supposed to be looking up? At a law firm? Where shit moves fast? It's maddening and feels like I'm working on a tin can from 1987.
And it also reminds me that we as a culture have become very impatient. Or perhaps just I, as a culture, have become impatient.
Anyway, I had a great time last night.
First of all, it was my good friend Fanny's birthday. Her name is Faryn. We call her Fanny. And she loves cookies and sweets. So we all went to this chocolate restaurant for dinner. Delish. Everyone was dressed up for Halloween and it was adorable. I was dressed as a rabbit (and Kevin was dressed as a rabbit hunter.) Then we had to rush out to go do a show at the PIT. I was still dressed as a rabbit, but Kevin had to change into something else for the show. I truly and sincerely hope he'll green light me putting some photos of the event up on here because oh my good god, you want to see them.
Anyway, the shows were a blast - very festive and spooky-feeling. Everyone had such fantastic costumes and their performances were equally wacky. Nothing like a good holiday to spice up your improv. Afterwards, there was a keg and other party favors to go around so I hung out with friends and chatted and laughed the night away. It wasn't until 12am when Kev and I were cuttin a rug on the dance floor like we were the only two souls in the room that we realized that it was a lot later than we thought it was and we were supposed to meet back up with the Fanny Party. But it was too late and we missed out. I was bummed.
So we went home to eat pizza and stay up even later instead. :) Fun fun so much fun.
I had a few beers at the party but I have been drinking so infrequently lately that that was all I needed. I was pretty tipsy and I definitely made the most of it.
This week and next week feel so super-charged to me. There's so much exciting, rewarding stuff going on. Costumes yesterday, a fun dinner out tomorrow night, and Saturday (!) is a very exciting day (!) because Kevin is surprising me with some birthday activities that he won't reveal. All I know is that I wasn't allowed to make plans on Saturday. So THAT sounds like the right idea.
Then next week is even more intense. I'm doing FIVE shows next week - three improv, two sketch. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. And Thursday is my birthday party. Oof! I'm really looking forward to it though. I love the way it all fell into place like this. It makes me feel fantastic to know I'll get to perform so much next week because it's the perfect way to celebrate turning 27.
I can't wait to put up pictures of Halloween. Don't die when you see them.
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