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[22 Nov 2009|07:34pm] someguyneil There was a day when C drove all the way to my house to apologise in person for something she'd done in the beginning of our relationship (Google me and read this journal). Between the time I found out what she'd done and the time she arrived at my door, I was going to dump her because of it. To me it was a serious offence. I gave her a second chance. Funny how 3 years on I am not reciprocated the same opportunity. Seems okay for her to always put conditions on my behaviour. Sigh... I've been thinking about her so much today. I am still in a phase in my heart where I would take her back in an instant. post comment

[22 Nov 2009|01:43pm] someguyneil Dear Chanelle You were my whole world. I did everything to try make you happy but it was like trying to refill a leaking bucket. I hope one day you go through a crisis that teaches you to have empathy for your future husband - who obviously won't be me. It will stand you in good stead for your career. You only ever thought of yourself and your nymphomaniacal vagina in this relationship. The sex was bad, but so was the stress I was under. The business was getting better right at the time you decided to throw the towel in. You're a fucking quitter. You're not strong enough for me. I want a woman. I haven't come inside a woman for over 3 years. Do you realise how stressful that makes sex for a man? What sort of compromise I resorted to because I wanted to be with you? How I could never face you in the morning because your breath was so bad - do you know how much that upset me? You're so stubborn and want everything your way. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the greater good. You'll realise this one day when you wake up next to your new ugly little Samoan boyfriend and think, fuck, Neil was actually creating an awesome life, and I could've been part of it. But I'm so short-sighted. You'll realise even quicker one day when your parents stop paying for everything. That won't happen though. Princess will always have Daddy's credit card. I should probably thank you for letting me off the hook of bad sex, arguments and a monocular life in that shit hole area. I fucking loved you. And I fucking hate you for making me extinguish this unwavering devotion I had for you, even though you treated me like shit. I grew to love you after you pursued me relentlessly and I really didn't want anything to do with you because you were, and still are, a nosy fucking Parker: Opening my mail, searching my laptop and checking my cell phone. Your insecurities impact your own self esteem - I have fuck all to do with that. I would look at you and think you were the cutest thing since sliced bread. I considered spending the rest of my days with you at the expense of my own values. But I guess with your shitty appreciation for the dollar, some way you would've destroyed me. Possibly. I could be wrong, but I'm angry. And you're young. Too young with no life experience to understand any of this... really. One day you'll wake up when that huge, ugly tattoo from your new boyfriend is melting down your flank, over your muffin roll because you've stopped working out after the birth of your ugly Samoan baby, and think, "Dammit, the grass isn't greener." Have a crisis, for God's sake. It will make you softer and more appealing as a person who can really listen when your "One" tells you he's depressed, is borderline bankrupt and needs help. That won't happen of course - I forgot - you're at personal training today. Have a great life. The one who loved you and never asked for anything, ever, Neil. post comment

[22 Nov 2009|11:11am] someguyneil From Bill the Legend... took me 2 years to learn this... "Starting a practice is not easy. Much of the difficulty arises from one's expectations not meeting reality. Add to this the fear of rejection and you have a formula that paralyzes many new graduates. Welcome. You've just taken the first pop quiz at the School of Hard Knocks!" http://www.patientmedia.com/solutions/newdoctors/prep_school.htm post comment

[20 Nov 2009|02:55pm] __backstreets A man who wants to make a relationship work will move mountains to keep the woman he loves. If he's not calling you to tell you he loves you and wants you back, it should only be because he's showing up at your new residence to do it in person... if he's not doing any of that, he may love you, he may miss you, but ultimately, he's just not that into you. Stop taking his calls and let him know what it's like to live without you. I'm not sure if I'm happy or completely lost right now. Definitely a little lost, but aren't we all? I have no idea what I'm doing in my life, or where I'm going. And I think I'm okay with that right now. For the first time in a while, I noticed that I've changed. Maybe for the best, maybe not. But does it really matter? When we change, we can never go back. Set your standards high and never settle for less. Believe in yourself no matter what, but don't worry if you stray because the most important thing is that you've learned along the way. Take all you've become to be all that you can be. Soar high above the clouds, and let your dreams be set free. Sometimes the only thing that people see is what you did. When in fact, they should be looking at why you did it. The best revenge is a vow to never be like the one who hurt you. What you did was unforgivable. You knew what you were doing and you knew it would hurt me, but somehow, that still didn't stop you. My head was too crazy. The thoughts bounced around inside my skull like a disoriented swarm of bees. Noisy. Now and then they stung. Must be hornets, not bees. Bees die after one sting. And the same thoughts were stinging me again and again. I can't control my destiny. I trust my soul. My only goal is to just be. There's only now, there's only here. Give in to love or live in fear. No other path, no other way. No day, but today. post comment

[19 Nov 2009|10:33am] lilroxybabe8188 Mom and Dad are home. And they brought me conch they caught while conching a few days ago. Jen tweeted me saying 'caught' is probably not the correct verb since conch don't technically flee from you, so what verb do I use? dove for? gathered? I mean they're not picking berries so gathered doesn't work. Oh well. I suppose it doesn't really matter. Needless to say Tantan just woke me up from my deep slumber. (I was having a bizarre dream). Looks like we're going up there to make conch salad! I am SO excited! It is going to be so satisfying and comforting to have some Bahamian food back in the states. It feels like it's going to be so unnatural... like seeing someone I only see there, here. I have such a difficult time separating the two worlds. Even Misty has never been here. I just see her in vacation world. Ok, time to gooo! I cannot prolong this conch wait any longer. goodbye! post comment

#1248: Crazy, this... [19 Nov 2009|09:00pm] roaring_rory http://www.blurty.com/talkread.bml?journal=roaring_rory&itemid=280533 post comment

Reading my last entry [18 Nov 2009|04:53pm] mysteria10 What a FOOL I was! How could I have considered going back to my ex? I laugh at myself because I have come sooooo far. I am still with Jason. I have never been happier.. he is great to me and my daughter. If I would've left him to go back to the ex... I would have been in the same situation I was before. Completely miserble. Thank you GOD for not allowing that to happen. I haven't been here in years! So much has happened... as it would if you ran into an old friend and played catch up... And I really don't have time to do that right now, but I'd like to try later. :) post comment

Bummer - [18 Nov 2009|12:06pm] glaciercrow No more Santa letters from North Pole The U. S. Post Office has put an end to North Pole's business and tradition of sending return letters to children who write to Santa Clause and discontinued the city's unique postmark. Letters sent to the community will now be postmarked Fairbanks or Anchorage. North Pole Mayor Doug Isaacson says the U.S. Post Office is "playing the Grinch". Isaacson says it's his understating that there was an incident in New York that made postal officials concerned about the safety of children from organizations that provide return letters from "Santa". He said post office officials never contacted him about how North Pole safeguards children from predators. Isaacson says it's his understanding that under the new procedure a postal worker opens the Santa letter and then calls the sender to make sure it's okay for someone to send a reply. The letter is then edited as a safety precaution and then sent to a group that provides replies to Santa letters. Northwest U. S. Postal Service spokesman Ernie Swanson says the tiny North Pole post office was getting overwhelmed with 700,000 to 800,000 requests a year. All letters addressed to Santa at North Pole, Alaska will now go to Anchorage. --- There is another North Pole in the U.S. That's North Pole, New York, which is the Post Office at Lake Placid, New York. post comment

[17 Nov 2009|11:19pm] teliamac [ music | some kind of german metal, aka D's WoW background music ] i declare today a success. work was nothing special, although i had a delicious dirty chai this morning courtesy of the dunn bros. upstairs. it basically made my morning. followed that up with some excellent lunchtime cardio at the y. after lunch, inspired by something i stumbled upon while reading cnn.com and some other ideas that came to me during my workout, i wrote a rough-but-detailed outline of our wedding ceremony. truth. reading through it made me cry and grin like a goober, so i figure that's a good sign. i realize we haven't even picked a date yet, but if i happen to have a lot of the work done ridiculously ahead of schedule the better. at least i think so. and! neil patrick harris joined twitter like yesterday. discovering this was the greatest thing that happened to me today. you think i'm kidding- i'm not. after work was the first rehearsal for eurydice. i'm excited to be working with such an excellent group. i've pretty much retired from theatre, unless it's with prospero theatre company (website coming soon). here's why: 1) hello, working with buddies. 2) rehearsals and performances are in st. paul (at least so far), where i live, as opposed to dirty minneapolis which, when you don't drive, is much less convenient than you might think. 3) it's easy to bum rides home after rehearsal because almost everyone else lives in st. paul too. not the case when i've worked with other local theatre companies. everything happens in mipples because everyone lives there, either in northeast or uptown. hipsters. 4) kate, unlike other directors i've worked with, understands that we all have day jobs (herself included) and would like to get a reasonable amount of sleep, so rehearsals aren't every weeknight until 11pm plus saturdays. thank god. in the past i find myself resenting the whole process because all i want to do is take an effing nap. anyway. the show is going to be excellent. come see it in february. finally, once i returned home, despite the fact that i discovered my apartment swarming with dudes (okay, only three, including my fiancee [i still think it's awesome every time i get to call him that]. besides, they're dudes i actually like), it was awesome. i tried a new recipe - white bean chicken chili - and it is delicious, and i'm currently working on my second vodka cranberry. after this i will shower and crash. tomorrow i'm going to take brenna to see grease for teh freez. i wouldn't have gone if she hadn't asked about it, but it should be fun even though it's effing grease. plus taylor hicks of american idol fame is playing the teen angel, so, you know. that'll be... cool... well. i should probably end this. 1 comment|post comment

Pointless Days [18 Nov 2009|11:34am] someguyneil [ mood | melancholy ] I sit here in my pajamas at 11.35AM on a Wednesday morning, grateful that I don't have to go into practice today. Or any Wednesday for that matter. The last 12 weeks have been very unproductive. A coach said to me in July that I should journal more as I'm good at it. This website I've been reading ( http://www.mentalhelp.net/poc/view_doc.php?type=doc&id=4391 ) says that too. It also suggests treating a breakup/divorce like you've got the flu: Stay home, take it easy, sleep, rest, treat yourself etc. I don't think the flu usually lasts 3 months though. It's been a couple of weeks since she said she doesn't love me anymore. I felt like my heart was ripped out right through my chest wall. It was one of the most singular painful experiences I've ever had. I'm still reeling. I cry everyday. I still cry. The hurt is relentless. My attempts to reconcile with myself seem futile right now. I made mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes. Last year was excusable - this year maybe not? Things were getting better, weren't they? Financially where was I? I was making more money but the expenses were still really high. I had to make up an extra $2,000 a month that Graham wasn't bringing in any longer (an extra 15 clients a week!) right from January plus cover the latter third of coaching which was $6,000. And basically get the practice started again with January-itis. The pressure wasn't really relieved. I still had to work hard. But the breakup has shown me that I worried hard too. It was destructive. I've gone completely the other way. I haven't done ANYTHING for 3 months. Well, that's what it feels like. I did one talk on Sep 1st when I still had energy. Then I joined a BNI group. And did one marketing activity of sending out flyers to a breast cancer fund raiser. The rest of the time... crying, mourning, walking, praying, crying. Feeling like I'm in a perpetual state of regret. Did I really do my best? Why couldn't we turn it around? Why did we fight so much? Why didn't I figure out the pregnancy thing and sit down and talk about it? The endless questions are exhausting and I can only wait for them to run out of steam. That's what I usually try achieve with walking. It takes me about an hour for the thoughts to petre out because I'm knackered after the walk. I don't go to gym anymore - I can't bare being by myself there. I have cried so many tears we could probably measure it in litres. There are things I could have done better. And I can only own up for myself. There were things she could have done better too I suppose, but I'll never know. The changes I've made now I could've made months ago. Like Pip said the other day after we changed Friday afternoon shifts to Friday morning shifts: We should have done that months ago! Should have... should have... should have... It's exhausting. I'm so tired. I feel like 2008 and 2009 is one big blur, mixed together in one big mess of stress, anxiety, hurt, fear, pain, sickness, hurt, anger, frustration, death and mourning. I can't see the reason(s) behind any of this and don't understand it all. Were the external factors on our relationship - and me - that great? Or did we not have what it took to begin with? I mean, we used to argue before I even started the business, but everyone argues, right? I sit here angry and tearful. I feel like hurting myself. But I don't of course. I feel anger for my obsession with getting out of near bankruptcy totally destroy the relationship. I feel angry for the habits I created through the process like coming home and being miserable for the sake of being miserable. Why didn't I just take some of the money I had and spend it on a night out? Have some fun for God's sake! I made mistakes. And I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, my heart implodes at the sound of the keyboard typing these words. I paid too much into debt and not enough into myself and my relationship. I look at my goal book and under "relationship" had very little to write. Is that my fault. What did she write? Did she try? There were so many things that were starting to change around July. So many good things. Why didn't she just hang on that little bit longer?? God, the pain is unbearable. Please let this all make sense one day, Lord. I beg you. post comment

[17 Nov 2009|09:13am] d4nc3w1thm3 I'm moving back to Edmonton!! Lol. Apartment hunting on Saturday... Job hunting... Work in progress... Selling horse... I wanna move now!! post comment

Emergency [16 Nov 2009|12:50pm] drysuitrider I had a flat tire yesterday, so I got out of the car and opened the trunk. I took out my cardboard men, unfolded them and stood them at the rear of my car facing oncoming traffic. They look so life like you wouldn't believe it! They are exposing their nude bodies to the approaching drivers. Cars start slowing down looking at my lifelike men which made it safer for me to work at the side of the road. Traffic starts backing up. Everybody is honking their horns and waving like crazy. It wasn't long before a state trooper pulled up behind me. 'What's going on here?' 'My car has a flat tire,' I said calmly. 'Well, what are those obscene cardboard men doing here by the road?' I couldn't believe that he didn't know.. So I told him, 'Helloooooo, those are my Emergency Flashers.' ********************************

[16 Nov 2009|04:08pm] lilroxybabe8188 Everyone (minus Amy who is taking the picture) before the boat trip. 'Peppercorn' turned over where they hit the rock. This is where they were stranded for 2-3 hours last night. post comment

[15 Nov 2009|11:10pm] lilroxybabe8188 I just experienced the worst surge of emotions I've ever felt in my life. I'm still coming out of shell shock. I can't stop shaking. Everything just happened so fast. I didn't even have time to process it until I heard my moms voice and I just lost it. Everything I couldn't grasp just came pouring out in about 10 minutes worth of sobbing. Misty called me. I don't know what I thought she was calling for. Maybe she was planning Thanksgiving break and had decided she was going to come here? That's what I was expecting. I thought she was laughing when I answered the phone and then through broken sobs she managed to tell me that our parents had gotten in a boating accident coming home from dinner and she didn't know if they were okay but that it just came over the radio to Clint that their boat sunk. I didn't even speak at first. I couldn't function. I just started violently shaking. and I called anyone. Chris who didn't answer and then Josh. It's weird - I didn't have any "one" to call - I was just calling the most recent faces I could picture in my mind. Josh didn't know what to say and I just started panicking and then Misty called again to say that all eight of them were on the rescue boat and my mom would call me. After I hung up with her and realized they were alive I think everything just flooded me. I literally collapsed and was screaming I was crying so hard. And then my mom called and I was just sobbing, I couldn't stop we couldn't even speak we were just crying on the phone to each other. My dad had to take the phone from her after five minutes because he was afraid one of us was going to pass out. He was okay. His head is cut up pretty badly and he needs stitches. Mom went to shower because she was shaking. We couldn't hold a conversation so it was for the best anyway. What do you say other than I love you when you experience that fear? I called Misty. I said I'm sorry about Peppercorn and all we could do was say we really didn't even care about the damn boat, just thank God they're all okay. And we decided we'd talk tomorrow when we were composed. And then I was crying from relief and my mom called again to tell me how she was the only one who almost didn't make it and went through how it happened and I could barely listen and she could barely speak. Apparently Jack they hit an island dead on. The moon is barely out tonight so they couldn't see a thing. The boat flipped over on top of them all. Everyone got out but apparently my mom was stuck in the wires and she thought she was just going to drown right then. Apparently Jack went back under the boat for her, untangled her and pulled her out. This all happened hours ago, mind you. The eight of them (Mom, Dad, Jack, Lana, Mary Day, her husband, Pete, and Amy) all climbed on top of the overturned boat and sat on top while it veryyyy slowly sank for hours just screaming into the dark hoping someone would hear them. It took 2-3 hours and fortunately someone over on Pelican Cay could hear them screaming all the way across the water. Island Marine came and rescued them. Everyone is okay. It's a miracle that nobody did die. Lana says they all should have snapped their necks when it flipped on them. I can't even imagine what that feels like. To be going full speed across the water and in one second be suffocated by a boat trapping you under the water. I just can't. even after mom sat on the phone sobbing and telling me everything that happened. I can't function. I need to calm down. and I need to see my parents. post comment

[14 Nov 2009|10:16am] lilroxybabe8188 Ohh I don't typically post from blogs but this is beautiful. post comment

Whaaaaaaa? [14 Nov 2009|01:19am] chelseaskingdom The morning after I wrote the last entry, I woke up to a text message from Kent saying that he got a call from an ex and hearing her voice brought back so many emotions and that he was sorry. I had a good cry in the bathroom and then quickly dried it up and went about my day. He and texted a little throughout the day and he told me that they broke up 6 months ago and they were together for like 2 months. I made it clear that it was okay and that when and if he ever became single again, I would give it another try because I owed him that much after patiently waiting for his chance for so many years and remaining a loyal friend while he waited. Honestly, I sort of deduced that I deserved it because my intentions toward him weren't entirely pure and I knew he was like my silver medal. He was the guy I always knew I could be with if I got tired of waiting for the kind of guy I really wanted. But I also knew that there was a good chance I'd grow to feel that way about him in time if we got serious. I talked about it with Amanda and I was over it pretty fast. It's awesome to have a BFF. For once I didn't have to go talk to my Mom about it because now I have a couple of girlfriends to mull things like this over with. I love Mom and she's the best Mom that ever lived (seriously) but I don't need her to know EVERYTHING. She new what was behind my intentions toward Kent and I didn't need her in on this saga of that shit. I didn't need her advise or her guidance. I dealt with it with my closest friends and I walked away unscathed and without my Mom, and by association and an addiction to gossiping, my Sisters didn't have to know about it. As luck would have it, they lived through not knowing all about it and managed to find something else to talk about. Unreal, I know. But in the end i respected Kent for his honesty and for not stringing me along. So tonight, I get off work...by the way I got a job as an office manager and I love it. More on that later...and I'm screwing around on the internet while mom watches TV and the home phone rings, its a strange name and number that neither of us recognize, "Jessica Miller" so I answer and sweet female voice asks for Chelsea. Well that's me. And she begins to ask If I know a Kent Willyerd. I answer honestly and she tells me that he's her boyfriend. At this point I must step outside to talk privately. As if I didn't know where this was going. She says that she found an email in his account that talked about "missing his kisses". I told her that I've known him for over 4 years and that we have been on dates. She wanted time frames and I gave them. We went on 3 or 4 dates right after I broke up with my finance' in late June and then we dated a few more times this time last month. She said she saw pictures of us at the Kemah Boardwalk and I told her that yes that was me and that was one of our early July dates. She asked how serious it got and I told her that we had hugged and kissed and that yes it was growing into something serious. She said that he's been caught lying in the past and that's why she got into his email. By this time I'm totally understanding what she's going through...duh Byron and I have been there. She said that she found directions in his navigation system in his car to my house and to the hotel we stayed in but that he said I was just playing with it. I told her that that night when I screwed around with his GPS was the last time I saw him and I told her about the text message I woke up to the day after Halloween. By this time I was partly in her shoes and partly thinking of the fact that he broke it off with me and brought our thing to a close so he could make it right with her and that was when I started lying to her. I told her that that was true, I was just playing with it because I had never really gotten to play with one of those TomTom's before and that no we never went to a hotel together. She thanked me for my honestly and I told her I understood and would have expected the same from another girl and we hung up. I called Kent right after we hung up and it went straight to voicemail so I left a message telling him to call me back immediately no matter what time it was. Then I got to thinking about how much she's probably been hurting and I remembered those long nights of sitting up and hating myself and hating Byron and crying because I'm not good enough, I'm not pretty enough or whatever enough. I thought about how Kent obviously wanted to make it right with her and how he broke it off with me for her when he could have kept dating me and having sex with me and she never would have known. That's when I called her back. I decided I could save their relationship if she believed we had never been intimate. When she answered, I said that I just wanted to make it clear that we had never been sexual and that although he still cheated by kissing me and dating me, we had never had sex. This time it sounded like she was in a car and that someone else was there. I was sure of that when she said, "Stop it, Kent". She was only half in the conversation because she was trying to get someone to leave her alone for a second so she could talk to me. I'm not so sure I believe it was Kent though. She could have just said that so I would think they were together at that moment to make sure I understood she was the #1. But anyhoo, she said she'd call me back and we hung up. She didn't call back though. So after that I came back in with an obvious shocked expression and had to tell Mom about it all. Mom was shocked too and wondered why I never told her about Kent dumping me 2 weeks ago for another girl and I explained it honestly. She also asked why I lied to the girl for Kent. Well, he was trying to make it right after he royally screwed up and cheated on his girl. That's how I am, your past mistakes make no difference once you're genuinely making a change and make amends with what you've done wrong. Very little is unforgivable in my eyes once someone makes the right changes. But this all of course means I can NEVER give him another chance and it means that he IS just like every other man in his 20's and this means that he put me in a position to do to another woman what Byron did to me. I realize that I'm innocent in this but I was still the one he cheated with and I don't like that AT ALL. I couldn't get a hold of Amanda or crystal so I called Austin and told him all about it and that lead to a 4 hour 'here's everything about and my life story' conversation. He's wearing me down too. I pretended to not know until tonight that he has been flirting with me this whole time. I was trying to lead up to telling him that he was too young for me and that we couldn't date but I chickened out. Oh well, maybe I will give him a shot, hell I have nothing to lose except some space on my bedpost. He is pretty cool and he's not ugly...just not the type of guy I'm looking for physically or age-wise. Maybe he is a mature 21 year old. I doubt it, but only time will tell. I realize now that I shouldn't have volunteered the lie about never being intimate with him and that I shouldn't have tried to save his ass. He fucking cheated on her for Christ's sake and he courted me and made me think it was okay to fall for him. I'll tell you this much, the puzzle fits together now. This explains why it took 2 weeks for us to actually get out hotel room, massage, romantic...whatever. He had to tie up the girlfriend loose end. It was never family drama that made him keep rescheduling. It wouldn't surprise me if he never went to North Carolina either. I feel really dumb for letting another guy snow me into believing I could trust him. Another fucking tool. I did however come in and send Kent this email so he would know how angry and used I feel but that I saved his bitch ass on the sex thing. If she reads this like she did the last email, it will probably carve in stone the belief that we were never intimate: So I am as man stupid as I thought I was. You're just like the rest. You ass I can't believe you cheated on your girlfriend with me. And don't start telling me that you didn't cheat because we didn't have sex. You were cheating the second you asked me out on a "date", the second you held my hand for the first time and the second you leaned in for a kiss. This explains why I was put off on our date for 2 weeks. There was no family drama, there was girlfriend drama. Oh wait....just in case you haven't already heard, Jessica called me today after getting my phone number out of the email I sent you telling you I missed your kisses. She asked me questions and I answered ALL of them honestly. After I hung up with her, I seriously considered lying to her and telling her we had sex just to get you back for making me an accessory in your web of fucking lies to someone you claimed to love. Instead I called back to reassure her that we had never been sexual so she didn't sit in the dark crying and wondering how far you and I really went. But it doesn't matter because if she's anything like me, it wont make a difference because you still cheated whether or not sexual intercourse was involved. You know Kent, I really have to know how you could bring yourself to do that to a girl after sitting on the phone with me for all those months listening to me cry about what it did to me emotionally to be cheated on by Byron. His cheating tore my self confidence, my my esteem and my emotional well being to shreds and then barely a few months later you do it to another girl? How long have you been with her anyway? Months, years? Have you ever been cheated on by someone you were in love with Kent? It's the worst feeling in the world. What the fuck is wrong with you? You're so lucky I didn't make some shit up about us to make sure she dumped your ass for good. Do not ever speak to me again Kent. Your mask has slipped and now I know who you are. I'm just sorry I didn't find out a long time ago. You better walk away knowing how god damned lucky you are. DO NOT REPLY TO THIS. I never want to hear from you again. You're disgusting. And there it is. Me enabling him to be a piece of shit and treat a girl this way. Oh well. I'm over it all. I hope she catches him the next time he cheats. post comment

[14 Nov 2009|02:07am] aboutxtoxbreak I miss my dog... post comment

on a lighter note... [12 Nov 2009|04:46pm] teliamac between the hours of 3:00 and 4:45 pm today, these three things happened: 1. a woman called and asked "umm, do you have a ticket office?" no, of course not. why would a theatre have a ticket office? 2. a guy came in and inquired "is this a half-price ticket office?" does this look like any ticket office you've ever seen? 3. another woman called and asked "is the russian ballet nutcracker- is that pretty much ballet?" the word ballet is in the title. what do you think? i figure i get called from idiots all the time because the intelligent ones are smart enough to figure things out for themselves. post comment

[12 Nov 2009|02:35pm] teliamac [ mood | ranty ] let's talk about abortion for a minute. that's right. this is me reacting to nonsense on facebook and people using their status updates to broadcast their agenda. questions about "how would you feel if you were required to pay for other peoples' abortions?" and bad poems about a woman feeling guilty after just aborting her fetus, and endless copies of emails about pitts-stupak. ( Read more... ) 2 comments|post comment

[12 Nov 2009|10:30am] lilroxybabe8188 I should make better attempts at being friends with Rich. He is such an awesome guy/lab partner. He is also my neighbor so when I pulled in my driveway I was surprised to see his car at the end of my driveway. "Hey! Wow, I just realized I didn't even see you in the test - were you even there?" "Haha that is the exact reason I'm swinging by your house! I didn't see you either and I was afraid you missed it!" - how sweet. but still, I don't understand how I didn't see him. Probably because I was so indulged in my mini study group that formed half an hour began class. I feel good about the test, but that is always a jynx so I'm going to not talk about it all together. I am amazed that I have not gone through crash mode yet. But it will come, I know it will come. While I'm energized I suppose I should put my spree towards cleaning and making lunch! Hello early weekend - I am retiring from doing any more school work this week. So it's a good thing I have nothing more to do! Except my I.C. meeting which reminds me that I need to sent out an e-mail statttt! Goodbye! post comment

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