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June 30, 2004
x ex x ex x ex
okay, so, the "Go Obama! Here's My Money! Go Get 'Em!" party last night was great, lots of really good wine and food and it was awesome to hang out with my friends hannah and jorge...
but, my last ex was there. with his new girlfriend. and they looked so boring and happy and I just wanted to die, being there alone...looking more gorgeous than ever, of course
and this got me to thinking that I've been alone a lot, lately. and, in my heart of hearts, although I've got the friends and stuff, I'm just not feelin' the 'dating' turning to 'partnering'. not for the forseeable future, anyway.
a girl shouldn't ruminate about being alone for the rest of her life, at least, not when she's just beginning to be drunk.
damn. thank god for the lovely gay couple, who somehow knew to rescue me from the embarrassment of the ex and took me to play the "how drunk can we get and still be able to navigate the stairs to the train" game. the answer? three bottles of green wine, artfully poured from a great height, with no dinner to pad the fall.
thank god for the hannah, who invites me to lovely parties and who hopes to hire me for that short film thingy...hannah, darling, balm on the ego, you are.
thank god for the sister who calls me in the morning to distract me from the rest of the world and to ask "what the hell did you say on my voicemail at 1 in the morning? were you drunk?"
...and, because I can't start a list without going random and off-topic,
thank god for the friend who leaves me voice mail to thank me for the book recommendation.
thank god for the coworker who sends me entertainingly catty and unselfconsciously misspelled updates on what's going on in the content room.
thank god for the jocelyn who kicks my ass whenever I get swoony over the boys who are so not worth my time.
who will probably kick my ass for this, but the ex thing is the reason I haven't been writing, these last few weeks. I know, i tried to blame it on the work, the three trips, the horrendously complicated job interview that went hilariously wrong, but it's just that every time I sit down to write, I can't thinking about anything other than people who I was formerly dating. it's all about the stupid fucking exes - who I've done wrong, who's done me wrong, the amazing sex, the oh-my-god-get-him-off-me bad sex, the sitting in the bathtub while he read to me, the silly 8 hours it took for us to paint a tiny little super bathroom, the holding the ladder for me while I peeled the wallpaper off the walls in my crumbling apartment, the sitting forever for the drawings I know will never again see the light of day, the time he shaved his beard and I didn't recognize him until he kissed me, the spending an entire vacation with his mother, the coming home to an empty apartment, twice. you know, gleaming hardwood floors still remind me of the fact that i don't own a bed or a sofa or a stereo but that I own more books than anyone i know, unless you count that one PhD I dated who was so intellectual I felt guilty watching television when he was home...
jesus. the ex from the party wasn't even someone I miss. if he'd called I would have had to think before the "oh! hi! what's going on?" part of the phone conversation. but seeing that smart, cute, sinfully boring fellow there, all happy and stuff, really hit something home.
fuck. this is all there is, for now. the misty-eyed bitter boring ramblings of a cubicle farmer who really should post more pictures.
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June 22, 2004
I went to SUPERCOMM and it was okay.
my company sponsors SUPERCOMM
yes, it's as boring as it sounds.
so I took pictures. hooray.
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June 16, 2004
big boy, tree studios, flight attendant, building, oil cans, zanzibar
so, anyway. I went on a couple of trips. and went to a couple of local parties. missed you all, of course.
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June 01, 2004
June 1.
It's June.
Summer, even though the weather isn't quite cooperating. and here I am, closet full of tank tops and sandals just waiting to be worn.
I think I've already finished my travelling for the season, squeezing three locations into three weekends, finally getting to use that dusty old passport, finally reaching the end of my credit limit, and finally using my reluctantly-relinquished paid vacation day.
although if things change on the career front anytime soon, I'm going to take the time between jobs, raid my savings, and jaunt to argentina...or perhaps egypt....or maybe just boring old europe. it'd be good to go somewhere other than North America, anyway.
damned if I didn't just discover that I love to travel at just the exact wrong moment of my life.
or perhaps it's just the right moment....gives me another goal, to clamber out of debt long enough to enjoy a trip or two before falling into the debt of house ownership...
I'm still too lazy to pull together a photogallery of my floridian, michiganian (hee!), and canadian trips - all the packing, travelling, unpacking, doing laundry, day-to-day cleaning that usually gets done on weekends but is pushed to weekdays because of travelling, library-raiding, and catching-up-with-friends is happily keeping me away from my computer, these days.
oh, and I almost forgot to mention the totally fun and funky museum opening Hannah and Jorge and I attended last weekend - my favorite architectural ornament store expanded threefold and we were delighted to be invited to take part. It's been a while since I've visited my favorite mantels and art-deco glass and it's lovely to see everything shown to full advantage. scary, tho, that without context, the museum areas threaten to rival the house on the rock as house full of piles of 'crazy crap'...