25 posts tagged “friends”
You need to blog, like NOW. Because i finally got around to RSS-subscribing some blogs from a list you gave me back in june-- written on a teeny tiny notebook paper, in aqua colored pen, and with adorable, long, ladylike tails on your g's, p's, j's and etc.... and i'm immediately reminded of two things:
So, if you're seeing this, and you're still here.. I guess that means I find something 'keepable' about you. It doesn't necessarily mean i can commit to liking you.. or that i think you like me.. (although there is a good chance that I like you).. but it means you're interesting and I don't feel like either of our icons would be a burden each to the other.
does this make any sense? I'm trying to make it sound less like 'I kicked off all the people i hated' because that's not what it is at all. I'm just choosing.. to be choosy and appreciative of my facebook friends... by being exclusive, and setting the bar a little higher than simply 'we met once and it didn't suck'.
ANYWAY, if you dont' see a reason I should be on your friends list, I hope you will delete me out of a similar respect for the .. sanctity of your own network.
MWAH!
me
(is that bitchy?)
(probably, huh?)
(oh well, fuck it!)
Hello, everyone! As I live in $city, $bride has entrusted me with the Bachelorette party, which will be the evening of the $date.
She wants to go out to dinner, but other than than that just wants to be surprised. Hmmm!
I put out a call to my $city girlfriends for ideas, which I've included below. Can you please read through them and give me feedback on what you think $bride (and YOU GUYS) would like to do? Also, do you have any favorite (or non-favorite) cuisines?
Cheers,
$bridesmaidA
i really feel like i've 'made it'... Dancing bear tagged me! tagged me rotten!
Fill in the blank. It can be as simple or elaborate as you'd like.
1. I can’t believe I’ve never…
been arrested or fired.
2. Every time I think about … I still cringe.
That time I blacked out in the Haight..
3. I wish I’d …when I had the chance.
moisturized more
4. I’ve never felt so out of place as when I…
go to baby showers.
5. … is my guiltiest pleasure.
Nailbiting/Britney Spears
6. I hope … knows how grateful I am for …
my family..... Everything.. life.. breath... love.. joy..
7. In my darkest hours, I secretly blame … for my dysfunction.
Religion
8. … changed my life forever.
Swing dancing
Tagging.. hmmmm
I love my birthday. I got like SEVEN THOUSAND facebook messages, vox comments, and emails wishing me well. I got an email even from the mom of a guy I dated back in Y2K. Seriously! I have staying power! Today I'm having lunch with my man and some office guys. I think I'm going to drink a whole bottle of fizzy water. I'm going to wear the new earrings my bf's mom sent me, because they're cute and she rocks. And I fell asleep last night reading my New Vegan Cookbook, courtesy of Ed and Emily in Cali. Yay you guys rock, i'm totally calling you later. cuz it's early now.
Early.
I woke to find this on the fridge:
Good:
last night i actually got to talk on the phone to my boyfriend, Mr Wonderful, Mr Sunshine, Gomez, awesome #1 C. I miss him so much when I'm away. Looking back, I dont' know how I ever managed the long distance for so long, when I can barely handle a week, or even a long evening, now. I guess I will never be taking that boy for granted.
I also met up with a medium-old friend last night. Shawn and I have been online buddies for probably going on 5 years, but I've never actually met him. Last night I finally got to sit down and have drinks with the guy, and it was great! He's good people. We're getting together again for dinner.. It strikes me that I have an interesting collection of friends, and I wouldn't trade any of them.
No meat, no dairy, still. I havent' gone the extra mile to check the bread I'm eating to see if it has eggs and milk in it, but my SF friend Raz told me once that sourdough bread usually doesn't have eggs or milk. So I may be ok. baby steps. Speaking of that, I was thinking about how or whether to force my new diet in community eating situations. For instance, the training class I am in is sponsoring pizza for the group lunch today. I mean, come ON. I've suffered through pizza SO MANY times. Why is pizza considered such a treat??? I mean, I like it just fine, normally, but it's not exactly the kind of thing I just want to eat in the middle of a day just because I can. It's greasy, fattening-- not to mention the lactose intolerance. It's the 21st century, there should be SOMETHING besides pizza. I'm putting my foot down.
But I can imagine I'll make exceptions for things like thanksgiving dinner, lovingly prepared by my boyfriend's awesome parents. Why put them through the headache of catering to my very sensitive diet? I can probably skip the turkey and still take the butter-bullet in my mashed potatoes. i probably won't even mind it too much.
Bad:
everything I wore last night smells like smoke. which is too bad because i was probably going to try wearing that sweater again tomorrow. Yes, I'm that girl who recycles sweaters. I also pack light, it's a mixed bag.
off to class.
so.
i didn't go dancing, because it was an hour+ trip each way, and 1.5 hours of dancing. it simply couldnt' have been worth the travel. and possibly being mugged or having my kidneys stolen or being sold into sexual slavery or whatever other things i've heard about DC. So, feeling like something other than apples for dinner tonight, and feeling like I wanted a drink but didn't want to drive and didn't want to take a cab only to go drink by myself looking like some wretched cougar at the TGI Fridays, I stayed here at the 'sierra suites bistro'.
bistro: serves small, unvegan food, and no liquor. and some wine.
the wine was pretty good, i had a few glasses. i had some hummus and pita.
in short, i'm hungry, tired, and buzzing on entirely the wrong kind of liquor.
the company was good however, Obama was on TV and my friend Brian was keeping me company via text message. Shawn has strep and Abby is.. doing whatever abby does... and C, lovely, blessed, wonderful C is hard at work at his internship, bleeding, sweating and tearing over someone elses art. or at least their floors. Hopefully, their art. And not their windows. but bleeding sweating and tearing over something, because he's a passionate motherfucker.
how did i get -so- lucky? i won the boyfriend lotto.
i love you honey. all my air supply are belong to you. all my chicago. all my brian adams, all my Journey. all my richard marx.. are belong to you.
onward: cable tv.
SO.. i know i haven't been talking lately. It's not you, it's me. For some reason*, I just haven't felt like saying anything. I've been reading, of course. And thinking of clever comments I don't post. I keep reading and thinking and having full-on miniature conversations in my head, i just never get around to doing the work of actually engaging in them.
I've gone so incommunicado that my gmail inbox has all but dried up, but for facebook alerts, google calendar, and drugstore.com.
I went to see the donnas. it was fun. i have promoted the girl I went with to 'friend' because we have hung out more than once and she seems to still like me. I'm short on nashville friends, so new ones are great. Not just any new one, but cool ones, real ones.
I'm in DC this week for work. actually i'm about 7 million miles away from DC, in some wretched little business suburb with ONE starbucks. my room is nice, but it is as nice as the town is lame. tomorrow night, at least, there is dancing. I just have to drive to the train, take it an hour into DC, and walk six blocks. then leave by midnight to catch the last train. what is it with trains?? at least DC's metro runs later on weekend nights. ahem BART.
i bought the book called 'Skinny Bitch'. It's pretty funny. it gets a bit tiresome, girls who insist that certain foods and habits will make you look and feel like shit, but what can you expect from a book called 'Skinny Bitch'. It has also, by the way, totally turned me off meat and dairy. I haven't had either in .. 2 days? Bleh. so far they have no stance on movie popcorn. I'm sure they will. they are bitches.
Um that's all. I miss my boyfriend. I miss my cat. I miss the point in the universe where we three intersect. (probably the couch).
hugsies.
*i think it's the drugs
normally I would have replied to your comments on the 'breathe' post, but I was so overwrought at the time, and most of today, I just didn't have a chance.
But I wanted to say thank you for putting so much thought into what you wrote. It made me feel immensely and rather immediately better to read what you'd written. I had renewed hope, and I felt valid in one of my weaker moments. Or one of my more honest moments, perhaps.
I'm not a person who accepts defeat easily most of the time, so it was difficult to try and fail with my own health. Twice, as far as I was concerned. You all made me feel like I had so many other options to try, and that I was justified to feel as frustrated as I did. That helped so much with the anxiety. I swear, 80% of what's going on with me is sheer panic, of not breathing, of illness, of being out of control of a basic human function. After reading your comments, I felt.. well not 'healed'. but better about being sick. Or something.
So today, I went to the doctor and just layed it out... How I'm feeling physically and how it's making me a crazy person, emotionally. I started crying right away, and she did just what you guys did, she told me it was ok and totally normal to get stressed out. She understood and agreed that I was making it worse with anxiety. She in fact offered to treat the anxiety at least temporarily, to take the edge off of what I'm experiencing. I said no, mostly because I'm functional right now, and so far I'm hanging in there with the occasional verbal nudge. I'd rather not medicate unless I'm desperate for it. I think antianxiety meds are probably a lifesaver for people who need them occasionally... I'm just not ready to be one of those people, not yet.
I get by with a little help from my friends.
A thousand thanks, guys, really. Super hugs.
kat
