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Friday, October 07, 2005

From the BBQ at my mom's house



I'm pouring out some hooch for my homey Clussy, who was unable to attend. Please note the righteous gang sign. Mmm hmm. And how hard I am concentrating... don't wanna waste the booze. I mean, for word! (and call me J.Lo, and I will kick your ass.)

Lights out!

Ooh, my power just went out. That was kind of cool. Especially since I was sitting here with my laptop on my knees and it stayed on. Blessed battery. I used to love it when the power went out. We'd light ten million candles and cook by firelight. (Over candles? Naw.. silly... fondue.) The lights are back on now, but for a few moments, it was utter darkness save for the light from my laptop. I love that. I wish it had lasted a bit longer because to take away the sight so completely for a moment really allows you to focus on whatever is inside your head. (Though I hope to never have sight taken away from me.) But it makes you think about all the things you've got. Maybe I should stop crying about what I don't have, and dive into what I do. 'Cause as it turns out, I think I have quite a lot. Lucky.

Staying in tonight...

It's Friday night and I decided to stay home, make spaghetti and watch some long overdue tv. (Long overdue as I don't seem to have much tv watching time lately... Crazy, I know it!) The spaghetti was good and the tv was alright.
My dilemma is that it's Friday night, I'm single, I actually had a date lined up and I chose to stay home instead. I don't want to go to bars. I don't want my clothes, hair and lungs to be inundated with smoke. I don't want to drink. I don't want to date. I don't want to get to know new people. I want to stay home and make spaghetti (or whatever). I want to take care of someone else. I want that whole domesticated bliss. I know! Whoever would have thought?!?
Sigh.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Hmph.

My mum and I were at breakfast on Sunday and the waiter gave her a glass ofwater saying, "For the lady."
She responds, indicating me "What about the tramp?"

!

OMIGOD!

I somehow broke onto here whilst at work! I am so excited. Especially because I am so freaking bored. This is just such a gleeful moment for me. I am not blocked. What the heck is going on. Useless post, I know, but hey! Big freakin' moment!
I feel like I am gonna fit in again. I can be like all of my diabloggers and read blogs while I am at work. I can actually catch up on everyone's lives. I get to be like you guys. It's about damn time.
Seriously. It's like I am a little kid that just stumbled onto a stash of candy. I am cramming in these formerly blocked sites as quickly as I can, because who knows? They could be blocked again in a second, and I would cry.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Amalah

I am a total voyeur in this woman's life, but it is her own damn fault. She writes so well and entertains the hell out of me that I am forced to visit her site at least once a day to be updated on her life. (And she loves Coach!) Also, her site is one of the few I can attain whilst at work. But seeing as how I appear to be the litmus test for what gets blocked, we'll see how long I have access.
Anyhoo, she just gave birth to what appears to be a nine month old baby and since NONE of my friends will have one, and I can't find a sucker of a man.. just kidding... go check out baby Noah. (A different one, Cluss.)
Gorgeous baby. Doesn't someone I actually live near and know and will let me hold and play with the baby want to have one? Kenney, you are too far away!

What an asset I was in high school.

Or perhaps I should say assette..?
I took a home ec class my junior year. We had to pay at the beginning of the semester for supplies. One week we baked cookies. Don't know what they tasted like because, as much of the rest of the stuff we baked, our cookies were donated to the faculty meeting. Every Friday, we had to write a review of what we had learned in class and how we liked it. My review one week involved something to the regards of "I had fun baking these cookies, but maybe would have enjoyed it more were I able to have taste them instead of having to give them up to the ungrateful faculty slime." Sure did go there. But I was mad. They never once said thank you. We were never asked if we would like to share our cookies (Stop thinking dirrty), we had to pay for the damn supplies that bought those cookies and we slaved over a hot oven for those cookies that never even got to pass our teenaged lips. Bastards. I think that class was 4th period. I was only in 5th period for about 23.5 seconds before I was yanked into our administrator Ms. Chandler's office. She was furious with me. Especially for the "ungrateful faculty slime" part. Maybe the slime part was going a bit too far. She made me call my mommy and tell her what I did. So I did. I told her everything, sparing no detail. Of course, I did this in German and I had an advisor's hackles going wayyyyy up. She snatched the phone from my hand and asked my mother to repeat what I said. Well, of course I told her the truth and she repeated it faithfully. Then she told Ms. Chandler to stop bothering her at work with such ridiculous issues and let me get back to a class that matters. So she had to let me go back to Chemistry which she had pulled me out of. I gave her a sweet smile as I left.
See what an asset I was?

(I still think I was right, though... Could have maybe handled it better, but damn! It's high school.)