Ken's salute to turning 30 went off without a hitch and everyone had a blast. He did not have a blast the following day, but what do you want Ken, you're thirty, not 19. Friends tried to make friends with friends without me setting up friend dates, which I very much enjoy. The Karaoke bar was not the greatest though. It was like Yuppies take a ( Read more... )

Still, to this day, it amazes me how some people can be so full of themselves and so insecure at the same time. Not that there's anything wrong with being either way. In fact, I fully support being a completely cocky asshole from time to time, as well as being socially retarded. Again, from time to time. What I can't figure out, is how it is ( Read more... )

I was supposed to get an embarrassingly large display of hallmark affection on Tuesday but it didn't come. Turns out the delivery man had some sort of accident on Valentine's Day and ended up in the hospital. That means no deliveries. What kind of flower shop only has one delivery man on Valentine's Day? Sounds like poor planning.

Why does it always snow like this on Saturday nights and not on Sunday nights? One of the age old questions ( Read more... )

When fran moved out she took all of our living room furniture. I had lamps on end tables at the end of nothing. And the Ken decided to invite Steve and Julie over to watch the game. So we needed chairs. I don't particularly love the ones I now have, but I don't hate them. I am going to reupholster them. How to do, I don't know, but damn it, I ( Read more... )

Look at me, i'm finally writing not in angst but in thoughtful reflection. or something ( Read more... )

after the world's longest "we need to talk" talk, he's on probation and doesn't know it. this is bullshit. it shouldn't be this hard ( Read more... )

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends.Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how ( Read more... )

Dear Eugenia,

I'm stealing your idea. I am going to stop complaining. At least in my livejournal. I'm going to stop writing in it once every 8 months and only when really angry faced. Here I go. Project Share My Thoughts A Go-Go.

I hate that my first entry in a million years is a venting one. What can you do ( Read more... )