Archive for April, 2006
Well, this one definitely makes me giggle.
28 April 2006 at 8:02 am | No Comments » 
the daily things
27 April 2006 at 10:56 pm | Enter your password to view comments the daily things
While ultimately it's never been my happiest desire to censor myself and most attempts to do so typically fail, I have come to realize that blogs + jobs don't always equal the smartest unions. And I'm quite vocal when I'm mad. So since I am actually, for the first time, in a job I like, I'd like to keep it that way.
So from henceforth, certain entries having to do with work (in any capacity, not just the bad shit) will be locked. This is only to ensure someone in a work-capacity can't find the entries and get pissed because I complained about their hair on so and so Monday. The password will not be strictly clung to or given out rarely, it's only to save my ass from those who I see daily who might not always like what I so eloquently say.
If you want the password, just leave a comment with your email address and preferably AIM screenname on any comment-able entry (preferably the one closest to the entry that's locked) and I'll get in touch with you. If I already talk to you, just IM me and I'll give it to you.
I do hate to implement this, but I also know too many who've been punished for not being more careful.
27 April 2006 at 10:37 pm | 1 Comment » hear ye!
Liz: best sex dream ever last night.
mixvio: I never have sex dreams with people I want.
mixvio: it's always my brother or fat roommate.
mixvio: I shouldn't have shared that, should I?
26 April 2006 at 11:28 am | No Comments » chatlogs
The second date never happened. Can't say it took me by surprise.
I'm a little late in posting this story, and since it happened a few days back in the interests of being funny let's pretend it happened yesterday on the way to work.
So, yesterday on the way to work, I got onto the crammed F train to find myself staring at a cute boy across the aisle from me. We made eye contact briefly and he actually smiled at me. It's been a long time since I've picked anybody up off the train (for better or for worse) and random-strangers smiling at me at 8:30 AM never make me comfortable, so I broke away and put my music up. But we kept locking gazes, and as the train grew progressively more packed he was forced closer and closer to my end of the subway.
To the point where, somewhere about East Broadway, he was standing next to me. I was probably bright red cos I had no idea what to do and when he tapped me on the shoulder I nearly shat myself. I pulled my headphones out, we started talking.
He was devilishly sexy. Biceps, and you know I like biceps. Blue eyes and dark hair. Nice smile.
So we talked and I was shy and he was outgoing to compensate for it. He asked my name, where I was going, etc. He was clearly hitting on me.
Then he told me his stop was coming up. 14th street. So I kindof stammered, "Well, would you like my telephone number?" both out of confusion of the situation and that I was once again meeting a guy off the train even if we weren't going to sleep together. That morning.
He told me to hold on, he said he'd give me something instead. He fumbled in his bag and produced a brochure. As he handed it to me and smiled I realized it was for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. And I realized the white dress shirt and trademark tie beneath his jacket wasn't because they were for his Chelsea graphic design company. The train doors opened. He left. I was so shocked I didn't have the time to come up with a witty, snappy and fabulously sarcastic comment as he left. I was still pretty much in a daze by the time I got to my cubicle and all I could think was, "Damn, they're good."
26 April 2006 at 8:08 am | 3 Comments » the daily things
Liz: By the way, babe.
Liz: http://www.altavista.com/web/results
Liz: Don't say I never did anything for ya. 
25 April 2006 at 7:10 pm | No Comments » chatlogs
I seem to have accidentally fixed the Wordpress problem that's been laughing at me for a few weeks now. Ergo, I'm a genius.
I had a date today with a boy who's visiting NYC from Vancouver. Actually, he's from Vancouver, but he doesn't live there anymore, he technically lives on a chartered yacht that travels around the world hauling celebrities and billionaires to destinations unknown and expensive. He makes an exorbitant amount of money and lives a jet-setter life when he's not working. He's supposed to leave Thursday but has hinted that he doesn't really need to go anywhere until May 18.
We haven't fucked yet, but my head's spinning.
There's the Vancouver detail, and that he's twenty-five, the same age that Kent would've been were he still around. And he reminds me a lot of Kent; the ridiculous accomplishments he's achieved relatively young, that he has a very close relationship with his mother and not his dad, his thirst for money and power. He mentioned off-handedly today that his goal was to retire by thirty, something Kent joked about doing as well. Relating this to Jake, he remarked, "Well that's healthy."
Then there's the fact that he doesn't live here and no matter how long he keeps pushing the flight off he's still going to leave. The irrationally optimistic part of my head shrugs that detail off as inconsequential, because he's also hinted that he met his last boyfriend while on vacation in Florida and he ended up visiting him for months on end for about a year. But I know that wouldn't work for me.
So I'm supposed to see him again tonight. And if that happens we're very likely going to sleep together.
But I wonder what it'll take for me to move beyond wanting a secure fuck for a couple of months and into wanting an actual boyfriend. I wonder what that will take.
25 April 2006 at 5:24 pm | No Comments » introspection, the daily things
