Not So Blonde

Annoying Annoyer - Updated!

• I’m hungry.
• But, there are too many people in the lunch room.
• I don’t feel like discussing what I’m eating.
• That irritates the shit out of me.
• So, I’ll post instead.
• I watched a disturbing episode of “Whose Wedding Is It Anyway?” last night.
• This planner who everyone seems to love?
• Wasn’t there the day of the wedding.
• She was in the hospital, allegedly.
• Funny thing is, I saw another episode where she pulled a no-show.
• Why does everyone like her again?
• The other featured bride called off her wedding 3 times.
• Me thinks maybe you shouldn’t get married.
• What’s the difference between regular crystals and Swarovski crystals?
• Crystals are crystals.
• Sprinkle diamonds in your bouquets.
• Then I’ll be impressed.
• On Flickr: I get really irritated when people link to F&F only photos on public postings.
• The “you don’t have permission to view this photo” makes me feel kind of dirty and stalker-ish.
• But.
• I do the same thing sometimes.
• To be annoying.
• I like to be annoying.
• I’m quite good at it.
• Ask R.
• Have you ever found yourself so annoying that you annoy yourself?
• It happens to me quite often.
• Yet…
• I can’t help myself.
• Judging by my stats the last couple of days…
• I’m quite pop-u-lair.
• Too bad it’s only been two people reading thru the archives.
• Say hi, would ya?
• I don’t bite.
• Well…
• I have before, but…
• I won’t bite YOU.
• I kind of put R on time out.
• I haven’t called, emailed or texted.
• Since Sunday.
• R is so busy that I know he hasn’t noticed.
• I’m well aware of the fact I’m ridiculous.
• My mom used to tell me growing up: You cut off your nose to spite your face.
• Yeah, and… ?
• The thing is, how much I feel left behind & unloved right now…
• I know our roles will be reversed in the not-so-distant future.
• I’m not wishing it to happen.
• But it’s the evolution of relationships.
• Well, life.
• Growing, evolving, changing.
• I’m still hurt.
• But I’m not as mad anymore.
• And that’s not because of anyone telling me not to be mad.
• That usually just gets me more mad.
• See?
• I’m crazy.
• Why does R put up with me again?
• Why do you?
• Back to work.
• Am I ever hungry.
• Sigh.
• Update!
• R just texted:
• “How r u?”
• Haha.
• He missed me.
• *blows on nails*
• Update!
• R said he wants me to visit soon.
• Glee filled the rest of my day.
• Like balloons.
• Glitter filled balloons
• Glitter and confetti filled balloons.
• That pop all over you like bubbles.
• I added password request page.
• So I can stop harassing my poor readers.
• Thank you, Maria, for your help.
• Kid is here.
• Laying claim to the computer.
• Night, all!

Things I Want

I was thinking today that I need to make a list of things I want. I always think I’ll remember when I actually have a bit of extra cash to spend, but, yet… I never do. I end up blowing my wad (yeah, right - WAD) on impulse buys and it’s time to start setting little goals for myself.

What got me thinking about these things is the overtime check is coming tomorrow and I’ve been acting as if it’s a year’s worth of pay. Granted, I’m making in one week what I usually make in two, but the cable/dsl/elec bill is due - whoa…

The electric. I won’t even tell you how high it is for fear you’d all simultaneously open your checkbooks in woedom for me. Seriously, people, it almost made me bawl when I peeked in the envelope. I didn’t even open it all the way. Took a peek, shed a tear, shoved it in my purse in one fell swoop.

So, it’s not like I’ll be buying all of these things come Friday afternoon - but there’s no harm in some goals, no?

Which reminds me, completely randomly, of when I was at the gas station earlier this week. Right after I pulled up this guy rolls up in a 300M. The one that tries to look like a Bentley but falls short. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with a 300M, but it sho’ ain’t no Bentley.

I can feel the 300M driver’s eyes upon me as I got out of my car (a Civic, since you asked) and the entire time I walk in the store. I sort of almost dressed up that day and I sort of almost noticed that I was a bit more productive at work. Uh-huh! I know!

I hurriedly pay and rush out so I can start pumping the gas and get out of there. Dude walks out and says, “You should have waited, I was going to… pump your gas for you.”

Oh, go on and WOO me why don’t you. I’m simply bowled over by this display of chivalry. It was amusing to me, like I can’t pump my own gas. What am I gonna do next time I need to fill up? Call the dude up and be like: Meet me on the corner of 32nd and Van Buren, I need gas… AGAIN.

I thought for a moment he was going to offer to PAY for the gas. Not that I would have let him, no really! But, pump it? Yeah, okay. Psssht.

Wow. Between R fronting the money to get the MK out of hock and expecting complete strangers to buy my gas, I’m sounding like a gold digger, huh? Shame on me.

Back to things I want.

• White dinnerware. I know it may seem boring but Nicole has all white dinnerware and it looks so crisp and clean. WANT.

• A new camera. There’s a small chance Lil’ Pinkie’s not broken like I think she’s broken but, chances are, that bee is broken. I don’t want anything fancy. I certainly don’t need a DSLR or any of that business. Why? I haven’t the patience. No really, NO PATIENCE.

• Perfume. I don’t know which one but I’m sick of every single one I own. I’ve been wearing a Burberry R got for me long ago but that’s more out of nostalgic purposes than anything.

• Re-do the kid’s bedroom. Not like that picture but… I really wanted to get this done before he begins high school, since he’s beginning high school! You know, be focused in nice surroundings and all that. Problem is, I also want to move (lease is up Sept. 8th) and I’m not too sure how smart it is to buy new BIG shit I have to turn around and move right away.

• A new TV. Believe it or don’t, I mostly want to do this so I can retire the living room set to the kid’s room so he has something larger to play his games on. I know, SUCKER.

• Jo and Slade to go back to their jobs before reality TV unearthed them so we won’t be subjected to them anymore.

We all can dream, can’t we? What are some things on your wish list?