On my bday, while I was feeling crappy about myself, I ran met a guy on the train. He was cute, so I gave him my number. Mind you, at the time, I didn't have my phone, my roommate had it.
When me and the phone were reunited, I saw that he had called me like four tons and sent me tons of texts. This weirded me out, seeing that I had just met him.
The next day, endless back to back calls. Endless texts. And when I stopped answering his texts, he started sending me pictures of himself. Him with his friends. Him at work. Him topless. I'm like, Yikes!
So this morning, he calls me at like 8 am and I am like, "Dude, it's 8 am!"
He is like, "What? The kids are awake."
And I'm like, "I don't have kids, talk to you later."
This was followed by at least three more calls and a bundle of texts, one asking if we could meet up when he gets back to Atlanta and another telling me he has a Christmas gift for me. Sigh. I have been riding public transit since I was a child, and I still haven't learned not to give my number to strangers.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
UnAppreciated
The theme of this month for me has been unappreciation.
Do any of us ever really feel appreciated at our jobs? I mean, even when we work for ourselves?
This is the question I am battling with. I feel that in a couple of weeks, I will have an answer.
Do any of us ever really feel appreciated at our jobs? I mean, even when we work for ourselves?
This is the question I am battling with. I feel that in a couple of weeks, I will have an answer.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
My 27th Birthday
So, at about midnight on Friday, I woke up to go pee and was greeted by a chocolate on my dresser that my roommate Audra made for me. We ate some of it in the kitchen, then I went back to bed.
I woke up the next morning, and Audra offered to take me to The Waffle House for breakfast. On the bus ride there I was informed that because it was my birthday, I could get into the aquarium for free!
After breakfast, we split ways. I had to go meet with my PR client and she had to go to her job's Christmas lunch. I wasn't on the train two seconds before I realized my phone was gone. Sigh.
The next hour was a frenzy of negativity, crying, and panic. I can not afford another phone. So I get to my PR client's. Audra has texted her. She has it. I am relieved.
From there I went to the aquarium but I was in some sort of a daze or something. I should not have gone. The aquarium is a family place, and I was the only one walking around alone. I felt stupid, but I did enjoy the penguins, seals, and the little Africa section. Cool stuff.
My walk to the train station from the aquarium was a nightmare. I thought I was going to cry. The Christmas music was making me sad, the kids playing around were making me sick, and the whole joyous theme of Centennial Park was making me depressed.
Finally make it to the train station and a random man gave me $20 on the bus.
Bought some juice, came home, drank with vodka, went to sleep until Audra brought me some dinner.
Birthday over. I say it went well seeing that originally, I wanted to cancel it. Another year under my belt. Really excited about making it count, just glad the day is over.
I woke up the next morning, and Audra offered to take me to The Waffle House for breakfast. On the bus ride there I was informed that because it was my birthday, I could get into the aquarium for free!
After breakfast, we split ways. I had to go meet with my PR client and she had to go to her job's Christmas lunch. I wasn't on the train two seconds before I realized my phone was gone. Sigh.
The next hour was a frenzy of negativity, crying, and panic. I can not afford another phone. So I get to my PR client's. Audra has texted her. She has it. I am relieved.
From there I went to the aquarium but I was in some sort of a daze or something. I should not have gone. The aquarium is a family place, and I was the only one walking around alone. I felt stupid, but I did enjoy the penguins, seals, and the little Africa section. Cool stuff.
My walk to the train station from the aquarium was a nightmare. I thought I was going to cry. The Christmas music was making me sad, the kids playing around were making me sick, and the whole joyous theme of Centennial Park was making me depressed.
Finally make it to the train station and a random man gave me $20 on the bus.
Bought some juice, came home, drank with vodka, went to sleep until Audra brought me some dinner.
Birthday over. I say it went well seeing that originally, I wanted to cancel it. Another year under my belt. Really excited about making it count, just glad the day is over.
20Pause
Lately, I have been really concerned about my mental well-being. Really. Concerned.
My last period was an emotional disaster. I can't even explain how lost and alone I felt and the types of things I was thinking. I tried to talk to Lauren about it, but I honestly couldn't put into words how shitty I was feeling. And then I was like, shocked, because it came out of nowhere.
Then, yesterday, on my bday, while I was walking, I was OVERWHELMED by negative thoughts. I mean overwhelmed to the point where it was paralyzing and hard to breath. I was just eager to get home and cry!
So, I talked to Jamaica about it, and how I think I should try to go and get put on meds because the thoughts were so scary and overpowering, and she told me that she had experienced the same thing and nearly had a break down in one of her government certification classes.
"You don't need medication," she assured me on Thursday. "I have been going through this for a year, I told my dad about it and he's a doctor and he said it's fine. We are all going through it."
But after the birthday breakdown, I was not convinced, and I talked to her again on Friday. She said, "It's horrible, but I'm telling you, you don't need meds. All the girls our age are going through it, it's like menopause for women in their 20s before they hit thirty, I promise."
I have coined this 20Pause.
And if Jamaica is infacto correcto, I feel like I have to be having the most worstest horrifiyingest 20Pause on the books! Yesterday, I thought that I was going to have a panic attack! I mean guys, it was scary, and if this is so common, how come this is the first time I am hearing about this? Yesterday my swing was so bad, I wanted to change my ringtone from "I Love Your Smile" to "Black Hole Sun"! I think I will have to research this, I will let you know what is up for the potential 20Pausers out there.
My last period was an emotional disaster. I can't even explain how lost and alone I felt and the types of things I was thinking. I tried to talk to Lauren about it, but I honestly couldn't put into words how shitty I was feeling. And then I was like, shocked, because it came out of nowhere.
Then, yesterday, on my bday, while I was walking, I was OVERWHELMED by negative thoughts. I mean overwhelmed to the point where it was paralyzing and hard to breath. I was just eager to get home and cry!
So, I talked to Jamaica about it, and how I think I should try to go and get put on meds because the thoughts were so scary and overpowering, and she told me that she had experienced the same thing and nearly had a break down in one of her government certification classes.
"You don't need medication," she assured me on Thursday. "I have been going through this for a year, I told my dad about it and he's a doctor and he said it's fine. We are all going through it."
But after the birthday breakdown, I was not convinced, and I talked to her again on Friday. She said, "It's horrible, but I'm telling you, you don't need meds. All the girls our age are going through it, it's like menopause for women in their 20s before they hit thirty, I promise."
I have coined this 20Pause.
And if Jamaica is infacto correcto, I feel like I have to be having the most worstest horrifiyingest 20Pause on the books! Yesterday, I thought that I was going to have a panic attack! I mean guys, it was scary, and if this is so common, how come this is the first time I am hearing about this? Yesterday my swing was so bad, I wanted to change my ringtone from "I Love Your Smile" to "Black Hole Sun"! I think I will have to research this, I will let you know what is up for the potential 20Pausers out there.
The Dia Logic
So, I have a girlfriend named Dia who has been single for a long time. And I don't even have the blog space to tell you about ALL of the losers she talked to before she found her current beau. He is literally an answered prayer. She prayed and prayed for a Christian man that would love her an respect her and all that jazz. So, she found one. The issue is that he is a bit inexperienced and can't pick up on body ques on when to kiss her and touch her and all of that good stuff.
I suggested that she just teach him what to do and all will be well. I haven't had a lot of boyfriends, but even I know that men are idiots and you have to teach them everything. She doesn't want to because she feels like he should know and, because she feels like if she teaches him how to be a better boyfriend, if they breakup, he will go out and be a better boyfriend to the next girl.
I couldn't believe my ears! She was pretty much telling me she was willing to be unhappy so that he could be a sucky bf to the next girl in the event that they broke up. Who thinks like that?!
I suggested that she just teach him what to do and all will be well. I haven't had a lot of boyfriends, but even I know that men are idiots and you have to teach them everything. She doesn't want to because she feels like he should know and, because she feels like if she teaches him how to be a better boyfriend, if they breakup, he will go out and be a better boyfriend to the next girl.
I couldn't believe my ears! She was pretty much telling me she was willing to be unhappy so that he could be a sucky bf to the next girl in the event that they broke up. Who thinks like that?!
Rihanna - You Da One
This is a cute song. Try to count how many times ReeRee grabs on her
vagine-gine. I counted 6 times.
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