I am officially a World of Warcraft Widow. And I'm not even married.

Craig thinks we need "couple friends," and so a few months back we went out to dinner with Rodrigo and Lauren. I wasn't excited because Rodrigo works at the same company as Craig, in a higher position, and so is essentially a superior, but we rarely dine out (and I LOVE to) so that's how they roped me in. Rod suggested Firefly, so with visions of ( Read more... )

Friday I got off early and went to get my hair done. And, well, it looks the exact same. My lady tried to talk me into some long bangs but I declined--first off, my hair is curly and I feared that they wouldn't look nice unless I straightened my hair everyday and I just refuse to go through that torture for an hour every single morning. Not at my ( Read more... )

Not sure about anything anymore. I actually say "I don't know" more than I did when I was thirteen. Is this fucking normal? Am I really that vulnerable and wilting and fucking fragile ( Read more... )

God bless the three day weekend. I really wish we had them a little more often. Like, oh, I dunno, once a month would be good. It's not that it was incredibly eventful--I just like the leisurly pace one extra day affords you. So here's the (riveting) run-down ( Read more... )

A short list of things I am excited about ( Read more... )

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060913/people_nm/houston_dc

Bobby and Whitney are calling it quits.

That's it. Everything I thought I knew is a lie.

Scarier still is that this is considered front page news.

This is how Craig and I spent our evening last night: I came home and I am pretty sure he was using my gym-time as his masturbation time because when I walked in, I heard a big "zzzzzziiiiiiipppp" of the pants. Then he stared at his fish a lot, lamenting aloud about the sorry state of his anemone. It seemed like it was going to be one of those ( Read more... )

I'm back. I am attempting a sort of life-makeover, and so it helps to have someplace to obsess over it so I don't drive real-life people bonkers talking about the same thing everyday. The motivation behind all of this is my self-esteem, which has a tendency to wane and wax as the moon. I also am happier than I have been in years, as far as my ( Read more... )

My sometimes joyless and very stoic stepfather called me into his office last night, where he presented me with a finely rolled joint to smoke. I noticed he was on travelocity or some such site and so I ask about their upcoming trip to Portland for the holidays. I was a little bummed that they'd be gone but I had made some plans that I was getting ( Read more... )