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Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Christmas Time Is Here...

...and I'm spending it alone...again.


Well, I'm not on the verge of offing myself, so I guess that's an improvement from last year. Heh. 

I think I may go the George Costanza route and celebrate Festivus with an airing of grievances. At least my puppy can't destroy a metal pole, Lord knows I know better than to attempt to erect an actual Christmas tree with ornaments and tinsel and whatnot for him to jump into and chew up.

I'm not going back to Vegas either, I basically splurged my entire Christmas bonus last year for that trip and while fun, totally not worth the headache of being broke in January.

This year I'm going to rave as much as possible. I just went to Fall Massive the Saturday following Thanksgiving and had a blast (seriously, I haven't felt so much like my old self since my life took a nosedive into the darkest pits of hell). 

I'm planning on going to a NYE rave up in Bmore and I'm trying to find stuff to attend before then. I really only feel like the old me when I'm raving. Maybe it's the music, maybe it's the crowd (hell, maybe it's the happy pills), or maybe some combination of all three. But whatever it is, it's good therapy. I forget all my troubles for a few blessed hours, I love myself again, and I remember the person I used to be. It's been so long since I've been the old me and it's refreshing to see the effect I have on my fellow ravers (I am a love magnet...I had several people come up to me at Massive to say they loved me and give me a hug---and a few free drinks, tee-hee--all the while ignoring the people I was with until I turned to them to make an introduction). 

A dear friend of mine once told me that my mood makes the party, that folks feel like smiling when they see me smiling and the fact that I'm happy seems to make things that much better (and for the record, he was sober when he said this lol). That's not me being conceited, but sometimes I notice how the room changes with my mood. Kind of bittersweet, I don't always feel like being happy and sometimes I really resent how my friends take offense to me not wanting to be bubbly all the damn time. I'm a person dammit! My life sucks sometimes...let me be upset for five minutes before I revert to fucking entertaining you!

Oy...things need to start looking up or I need to be raving every weekend because I can't do another year in this rut...I just can't. If I find myself in this same position another year from now, no amount of booze or pills will save me from myself, I'm tired.

I leave you with my new favorite DJ, Skrillex...the name of this track is so apropos right now.

*drops mic*

Monday, August 1, 2011

Ink blot...

I love tattoos.

My ink is an expression of the essence of who I am.

Ok, that sounded a little extra...but you get what I'm saying, right? I love the body art I have and I chose each piece carefully.

I never understood why some people are so against tattoos (religious reasons excluded). I get that too many on a woman can look trashy, but still, ink can be so beautiful if done correctly. I wish I could get a sleeve, they're so intricate and the good ones show the true care and creativity of the artist who put it on you. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, I'd still like to be able to wear an evening gown one day without looking like a billboard in east LA after Cinco de Mayo), I can't get one myself. Not just because of the aforementioned plans of going somewhere nice enough that I'd like to look like the lady my mother raised me to be, but Corporate America doesn't take too kindly to art you can't cover up (and long sleeved blouses 365 days a year is not an option), I hate pain, like A LOT. So, I'm content with the three pieces I have now.

But oh do I wish I could get something fantastic going down my left arm...

random poem

what is this place that we find ourselves in
floating on a thought of what could've been
unsure of our footing
lost in the abyss of normality and the mundane
searching for a new tomorrow
a fresh start
hope for the end of the lonely nights
faith in a brighter day

yeah...maybe next lifetime.

Saturday, June 4, 2011


I'm so done with people. Period. Friends are for the birds, people only give a shit about you when you can be of assistance to them. It's all good though, it's nice to finally see where everyone stands. I'm about to fall off the cliff and the darkness is terrifying...and I don't have any way to prevent it. But it's ok, I'll be ok, that's what everyone says all the time. But you know what? I'm tired, I'm beaten and I don't have any any fight left in me...and I don't need anyone's damn pity about it. This blog is just a tool to get my feelings off my chest, I don't want anyone to think that I'm looking for pity. Fuck pity. Pity aint never put a roof over my head. I'm so tired...I wish I could take a vacation from reality.

*drops mic*

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Meditations on Turning Lisa Simpson

"I had a cat named Snowball, she died! She died! Mom said she was sleeping, she lied! She lied! Why oh why is my cat dead? Couldn't that Chrysler've hit me instead?"

I jest.

I said goodbye to my 20's this past Friday...hello 30 and screw you cancer, I made it another year!

Amazingly, I'm not ready to jump off a cliff over it. I welcome this new year and everything (good) that will come with it (I grudgingly accept the bullshit that will certainly pepper my future...heh). I've come to a few good realizations about life and how I approach it...and I'm happy with the space I'm occupying in this world now.

My "it's complicated" shocked the hell out of me and decided to act like a boyfriend...I even got a cake (it was good too...but I only had a small piece).

Courtesy of Mr. Jadidi Kalantari

I went out dancing with my besties...correction, I was dragged out dancing. But I had a lot of fun (note: if you're in the DC area and you're a former raver like myself, check out Lima Lounge on Friday nights...the music is cute). The pièce de résistance was after the friend wanted to get a slice of pizza, so we stopped at a shop down the street. Upon entering the store, this is what greeted us:

Your man had on deck shoes...deck shoes...and he pissed himself. He fails at life.

All in all, I had a great night. One thing I do know...I'm too old for the club. I don't knock any other members of the 30 and over club, but it's no longer for me, I need to cut that shit isn't cute anymore. Starscape will be my last...and it really doesn't even count since it's being held outside lol.

Now, on to saving for my next Vegas trip...I cannot wait, I wish I had the money right now because I'd be on the next thing smoking to McCarran. The besties and I are making the trip out this time, kinda didn't feel like flying solo second time around (and I was threatened with certain death if I took this trip alone again). We're shooting for mid-May...I think I should stop drinking until then so I can give my liver some time to build up some resistance to the assault Mr. Daniels will inflict once I touch down on Nevada soil (edit: who am I kidding? I'll be drunk on the flight..DJM, the older I've gotten, the more I've realized that a plane is nothing more than an overgrown Pringles can with wings 30k feet in the air...yeah, how safe do you feel flying now?)

 *drops mic*

Monday, April 4, 2011

Stairway to where...?

I'm sitting at the base of the steps...more aptly, I'm recovering from my fall at the base of the steps.

I don't recognize the person in the mirror anymore. That scares me a bit. I can't believe how much I've changed in such a short period of time. I'm not mired in delusion, I know how I got here...but "why am I here?" is the question that really chaps my ass. 

I will be 30 in less than two weeks. This is not where I should be in my life on the eve of the death of my formative years...this is my worst nightmare realized. I should be making school lunches and going over the monthly budget with my husband...not sitting at my computer in my empty house at 1 am whining on my blog while waiting for my laundry to dry.

What the bloody fucking hell happened to my life? I was on the right path and then all of a sudden...crash and burn.

I can't seem to get my bearings. Granted, I have a lot to recover from...but this is getting ridiculous. I shouldn't be this far away from the point where my life took a nosedive into hell and still be so aimless. And I realize this is a serious issue for me...but I can't seem to get right. I'm trying (somewhat), but I keep getting set back. I'm not delusional enough to believe that I'm being slighted by God...I just fail to understand what I did to deserve a karmic smackdown this severe. I'm by no means perfect, but I've racked my brains for the last 3 years trying to figure out what I did and can't come up with a thing.

No, I don't have selective memory. lol;)

I do, however, choose not to buy into the happy pill craze. I've tried them before on the advice of a totally useless therapist (sidenote: how is it helpful to constantly talk about what's bothering you to someone? i keep that crap somewhat repressed for my own sanity...and you want me to talk about it? every week? once the session is over, I can't stop thinking about what's bothering me for the rest of the day. and I'm supposed to pay you for that? thanks...i think not. /end rant), but it didn't make me happy, it just made me forget about my troubles until the late hours of the night. So I self-medicate. And I don't give a damn who has a problem with that. Cheap...and I feel great. Whoever said that drinking solves nothing can kiss my ass. I go to work, I do my job and I come home and have a drink. I'm not driving drunk. I'm not being a public nuisance, I'm minding my business in my house with the added bonus of the general public not being bothered by the sight of my miserable ass.

I'm not pining for the past or the never-to-be-realized future I once looked forward to. I'm not a martyr, just disappointed. Shit happens...and you just have to learn to adjust. So I sit in my empty home and enjoy my drink and wait...for what? I have no idea....  

Aw hell, screw it, life aint fair... and that's never gonna change.

*drops mic*

Monday, February 21, 2011

Damn...I'm lazy

It's been over 2 months since I've posted anything and so much has happened in the interim that I feel somewhat ashamed of myself. So...let's hit it!

1. I went to Vegas for Christmas
Yep, after my maudlin "Christmas is Canceled" post, I had a few cocktails and booked a flight to LV on a whim at 4am. It was pretty dumb (that ticket cost almost $600), but I am so glad I did it. I had an awesome time...all by myself. Booze (adult slurpees with optional Stoli shots? yes please, thank you), gambling (I broke even!), partying...and a nice little surprise: I stayed at Bally's, they comped one of my nights, upgraded my room so I got a really good view of the Bellagio fountains AND there was some Persian music convention in my hotel so it was basically wall-to-wall Persian men all weekend...I thought my plane must have crashed somewhere over Utah and I was dead and obviously in heaven with all the eye candy around me. Heh...needless to say, I was sad to leave Sin City on Sunday. It was cool to spend Christmas day doing something completely different than the usual (although, I did catch A Christmas Story on the tv while I was getting dressed--seriously, it's just not Christmas without watching that movie at least once). I'm now planning a return trip with my best friends for our birthdays next month. 

 Seriously...those "adult" slurpees were the bees' knees

2. I broke up with (and got back together with...then broke up again...then got back together again) my "it's complicated"
Sigh...why can't I quit him? Why can't he quit me? What is it about us that we can't seem to treat each other right, but at the same time, we can't seem to do well apart? Lord help the both of us. Every time we get in an argument, "it's the end" and "we're done"...and then we get back together. I'm giving this one final shot, if it works out, great--but if not, this really will be the last time...until we get back together again. We're getting a dog...we joked about how he's now my de-facto baby-daddy. I want a bull mastiff (I like big dogs), he wants a terrier (he likes small dogs)...we're in trouble. I'd compromise, but I've never seen a terrier-mastiff in my life (and I'm not sure I'd like to see such an abomination lol).

3. I'm moving
I hate packing. That is all.

I have more to say...but I've kinda run out of steam for the moment.

*drops mic*