Crap!
Tuesday, August 30, 2005:
Damn computers. I typed out four coherent paragraphs and then pressed the wrong f-ing button and lost it all. I went out last night for the first time in 4 years. Four. Years. *Insert pity groans here.*
Kim, my youngest sister made a list of characteristics she wants in a man. I think they're going to discuss it on the MJ Morning Show (93.3 if you're in Tampa - listen for Jabberjaw that's my slightly younger, defintely more beautiful sister.) I laughed so hard, I put it up in my office. I think we came to the conclusion that the only man alive who fits, is Abe Vagoda. Honestly, I thought he was dead, but then I saw him on TV last night. Go figure. Really, her first choice would be Conan O'Brien, but he's married. Once she has her degree in broadcasting, he's hers for the taking. (Or stalking, I'm not sure which.)
I say, why settle. I'm still waiting for Eminem to knock on my door. I guess he's a little tied up in rehab right now to be knocking on anyone's door. But Marshall Mathers III, I'm here, waiting and willing. I know a few moves that will tire you out. Ambien? I say Mich-ien.
I just thought of something. The reason J didn't call is because I didn't put out on the first date. My younger sister Amanda, gave me that gem of a piece of advice. The first f-ing time I listen to someone, and this is what I get. I should be dispensing the advice to her and Kim; not the other way around. When I get to Heaven that's one of the first questions I'm going to ask. (Not did he not call because I didn't put out, but why do men not call.) In J's defense, he didn't SAY he'd call and then NOT call. He just didn't say anything. Me being the loser I am, called him and it went to voicemail. He called back and then said hang on a second and I got disconnected. Accident? On purpose you say? I don't doubt it because I called back and got vm again. God, now I look desperate. That's the story of my life. I had a good time, and it certainly seemed like he did too, but then: No call. I say, karma is a bitch. I'm getting pay back for all the times I said I would call and didn't. I knew I should have been nicer in my 20's and 30's. Too late now.
Mike screwed me up for life. I am not needy, but I feel like that's the way I'm being. Life goes on.
Damn computers. I typed out four coherent paragraphs and then pressed the wrong f-ing button and lost it all. I went out last night for the first time in 4 years. Four. Years. *Insert pity groans here.*
Kim, my youngest sister made a list of characteristics she wants in a man. I think they're going to discuss it on the MJ Morning Show (93.3 if you're in Tampa - listen for Jabberjaw that's my slightly younger, defintely more beautiful sister.) I laughed so hard, I put it up in my office. I think we came to the conclusion that the only man alive who fits, is Abe Vagoda. Honestly, I thought he was dead, but then I saw him on TV last night. Go figure. Really, her first choice would be Conan O'Brien, but he's married. Once she has her degree in broadcasting, he's hers for the taking. (Or stalking, I'm not sure which.)
I say, why settle. I'm still waiting for Eminem to knock on my door. I guess he's a little tied up in rehab right now to be knocking on anyone's door. But Marshall Mathers III, I'm here, waiting and willing. I know a few moves that will tire you out. Ambien? I say Mich-ien.
I just thought of something. The reason J didn't call is because I didn't put out on the first date. My younger sister Amanda, gave me that gem of a piece of advice. The first f-ing time I listen to someone, and this is what I get. I should be dispensing the advice to her and Kim; not the other way around. When I get to Heaven that's one of the first questions I'm going to ask. (Not did he not call because I didn't put out, but why do men not call.) In J's defense, he didn't SAY he'd call and then NOT call. He just didn't say anything. Me being the loser I am, called him and it went to voicemail. He called back and then said hang on a second and I got disconnected. Accident? On purpose you say? I don't doubt it because I called back and got vm again. God, now I look desperate. That's the story of my life. I had a good time, and it certainly seemed like he did too, but then: No call. I say, karma is a bitch. I'm getting pay back for all the times I said I would call and didn't. I knew I should have been nicer in my 20's and 30's. Too late now.
Mike screwed me up for life. I am not needy, but I feel like that's the way I'm being. Life goes on.
Alright, I'm missing Seinfeld, and that is the 11th Commandment, Thou shall not miss Seinfeld. At least in my bible it is. I haven't done so well with some of the others, but this one, I can stick to.
Last comment: finally PBS' pledge drive is over and I can watch "New Jewish Cuisine" on Sunday afternoons. This is a shout out to Kim, only she will get that. I love you like a sister Kim. Wait, you are my sister. Crap.
Mich
posted by Mich @ Tuesday, October 04, 2005
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