When I think of "Slam Poetry," I think of emcees battling, rhythms and rhymes spat out with precision; Meters and metaphors capturing my attention, transporting me to a world or idea or perspective heretofore unrealized.
That said, what was that?
When I'm around good poetry, it inspires me. I wasn't really inspired, except by two people. Which I guess is good, but I mean... I dunno, maybe it was me. the slams I've heard are by these phenomenal folks who twist words and meter in ways I didn't even know you could. They leave me thinking, "there's no way I'll ever do that" and then run home to try before the spirit leaves me.
Or maybe my emotional well is dry. Maybe the part of my soul I'm supposed to tap into to get the words is so parched that my pen writes in the sand of my emotions and my tears wash the thoughts away.
Maybe one day they'll make a drug that allows me to sift my thoughts and focus on one clear thought until it's down and out.
Maybe I'll go back and be blown away.
Maybe.
b
Monday, October 30, 2006
spoken like a true government employee
The following is a snippet of a conversation I had with a friend during business hours several weeks ago:
me: Well, I'll let you go & get back to work.
friend: I'm playing a game on the computer right now.
*Sigh*
Spoken like a true Government Employee.
me: Well, I'll let you go & get back to work.
friend: I'm playing a game on the computer right now.
*Sigh*
Spoken like a true Government Employee.
Friday, October 27, 2006
come back
Tonight was opening night for TCP's The Last Five Years. I won't review the show, because I'm nice. I *will* say that the two look very nice together. The "casting" was... what it was. I will also say that Eva is the ideal musical theater girl. She's tall, she's curvy and she's got good looks and a voice to carry. I'd say she's a director's dream, but this show didn't have a director and that would get in to all the stuff I said I wouldn't talk about, so let's move on to other theatrical stuff...
Everyone who knows me & saw me (as an audience member) rallied to get mne back on the stage. One such person felt it her life's mission to convince me to return. Her only foible was this gem:
"You should do a show with TCP! [person's name] was telling us about how she needs people..."
Oh, really. Maybe she should have thought of that before she < edited >.
Anyways, I'm too bitter to come back. If and when I do return, I'm not coming here. At least, not to perform. I'll direct plays here, but I won't perform, and if I do somehow perform, SHE will NOT be the DIRECTOR. Actually, either way you look at it, she won't be the director, so the statement stands.
I was talking to an old theater friend (who produced this show) and I confessed that I think I'm not a nice person. Somewhere, I lost "nice." How, I'm a washed up, bitter old hag who can't even fake a "good show!" when what I really want to say is "what the fuck was that train wreck?" She shares my sentiments and we've both decided that we're going to Hell. I told her we'd be roomies and I'd keep her place warm for her. Get it? I crack me up. There's this thing that the female character does that REALLY REALLY REALLY annoys me to no end, and I shared it with Producer last Tuesday, and tonight when I saw her, I asked if anyone told her and she said "nope" (which is weird, why would you want that onstage? but if she's not telling... and I'm waaay past trying to help fix a show. Part of me is like "but it's a really simple thing to do that would make the show SO much better!" and the other part is like "leave it alone. it's her show, let her go down with it. that's how she wants it, let it be.") and after the show, Producer took a tray & started calling my name, making the movement. Now to anyone else, it would look like she was just being coy, but I knew better.
I love that woman.
My dad was right. I'm going to end up old, bitter and alone, having alienated everyone I love. Only thing is about alienation, I can't be friends with people these days, cause once they try something more, and you're not with it, then they stop talking to you. It's almost as if (she to) [<- sorry, me-zine reference].
Start over.
It's almost as if I'm destined to be alone. People keep leaving me to myself, most likely because they think I'm too busy & don't want to bother me. I'll say what I said back in HS: Let me make that decision. Let me be the one to say "no thanks, I'm busy, but thanks for letting me know you were thinking of me." DO NOT make that decision for me.
Others leave me alone 'cause they think I'm a bitch. In that case, I am, stay away.
I used to be happy. I used to be ridiculously happy. I used to wake up happy, and look at the clouds and see my future. I used to hug strangers and love the world.
Then life happened.
As far as always being alone, I get that it's a two way street. When you don't call, they stop calling. And I don't want to be a "whatever happened to..." I'm a "so I was out with banafsheh and OMG that girl is crazy. It took us three hours to get her down from the dance cage."
In that vein, I've started calling my friends.
I call this, "maintenance."
So at least two and I have reconnected, the third I have the intention of calling, but haven't yet. Dunno why. Prolly cause he's not single and I dont want to give her the impression I'm moving in on her man. Maybe I'll call him tomorrow and invite him to the dc slam event if they're available. That way she can come & then I'm not a threat. I hope a group comes, it would suck if it were just me and Kenny... we can have fun, but it stalls out without having something else there to perk it up.
So, back to reconnecting, it's crazy. It's crazy what happens when a person moves away. I had this great cleansing conversation that could have broken my heart a teeny bit, when my friend confessed that he had to leave for us to become better friends. it was funny at one point, when he said "it was like I was saying 'Hello! I'm right here! Hello!' and you were like 'That's nice, but anyway.'" But the time wasn't right and I don't think it will ever be. I think he wanted me to admit something that wasn't true, but we cleared that up, and basically left the conversation with the knowledge that we will always be there for each other, as friends. I will always love him as a friend, and I think he gets that. It was such a GOOD conversation, and I havent had one of those in a long time. We talked about THEATER. He picked my brain, vented about his day, told me about his work, and God, for a minute I felt alive again. I felt like I was there, in group classes, like I was in rehearsal, like I was with him in the room as the instructor's reaming one of the classmates. Like I had done the research for the scene, read the play and ripped it apart into beats and motivations with action verbs that carry me through to the next beat. Like I was diving within myself, looking under the rocks my emotions had becme to see what things were festering in the dark I had provided them with, bringing them up and saying "This Is Me."
God, it felt very good.
I almost miss it.
So we promised we're going to make an effort to talk every day. I don't even talk to my mom every day, so we'll see how long that lasts, and I amended it right after we said it, but still. I'm going to try. He's the only person who understands how my brain works. Wow... did I write that? I'm not sure how true that is, but I definetly know I'm living vicariously through him at the moment. I know that last night was the most fun I'd had in a long time. Theatrically, yeah, I guess... he's the only person I can talk to on an actor level who is going to challenge me. Kenny's a tech. Jevan's a tech. Jasmine's a tech/actor, and it's still not the same. He and I speak the same language. I think my excitement is just really nostalgic; it's been years since I've spoken to anyone in the business about the business, about the process of the business. I felt like when I return to the stage, that I'll be one of those people who theater will have passed by, and talking to him, I know I've still got it.
I think I'm ready. Not ready to stand on stage, but ready to watch some shows again. Current theatrical goal: to see The Lion King, Wicked and Avenue Q. The other shows can wait. I can't anymore.
b
Everyone who knows me & saw me (as an audience member) rallied to get mne back on the stage. One such person felt it her life's mission to convince me to return. Her only foible was this gem:
"You should do a show with TCP! [person's name] was telling us about how she needs people..."
Oh, really. Maybe she should have thought of that before she < edited >.
Anyways, I'm too bitter to come back. If and when I do return, I'm not coming here. At least, not to perform. I'll direct plays here, but I won't perform, and if I do somehow perform, SHE will NOT be the DIRECTOR. Actually, either way you look at it, she won't be the director, so the statement stands.
I was talking to an old theater friend (who produced this show) and I confessed that I think I'm not a nice person. Somewhere, I lost "nice." How, I'm a washed up, bitter old hag who can't even fake a "good show!" when what I really want to say is "what the fuck was that train wreck?" She shares my sentiments and we've both decided that we're going to Hell. I told her we'd be roomies and I'd keep her place warm for her. Get it? I crack me up. There's this thing that the female character does that REALLY REALLY REALLY annoys me to no end, and I shared it with Producer last Tuesday, and tonight when I saw her, I asked if anyone told her and she said "nope" (which is weird, why would you want that onstage? but if she's not telling... and I'm waaay past trying to help fix a show. Part of me is like "but it's a really simple thing to do that would make the show SO much better!" and the other part is like "leave it alone. it's her show, let her go down with it. that's how she wants it, let it be.") and after the show, Producer took a tray & started calling my name, making the movement. Now to anyone else, it would look like she was just being coy, but I knew better.
I love that woman.
My dad was right. I'm going to end up old, bitter and alone, having alienated everyone I love. Only thing is about alienation, I can't be friends with people these days, cause once they try something more, and you're not with it, then they stop talking to you. It's almost as if (she to) [<- sorry, me-zine reference].
Start over.
It's almost as if I'm destined to be alone. People keep leaving me to myself, most likely because they think I'm too busy & don't want to bother me. I'll say what I said back in HS: Let me make that decision. Let me be the one to say "no thanks, I'm busy, but thanks for letting me know you were thinking of me." DO NOT make that decision for me.
Others leave me alone 'cause they think I'm a bitch. In that case, I am, stay away.
I used to be happy. I used to be ridiculously happy. I used to wake up happy, and look at the clouds and see my future. I used to hug strangers and love the world.
Then life happened.
As far as always being alone, I get that it's a two way street. When you don't call, they stop calling. And I don't want to be a "whatever happened to..." I'm a "so I was out with banafsheh and OMG that girl is crazy. It took us three hours to get her down from the dance cage."
In that vein, I've started calling my friends.
I call this, "maintenance."
So at least two and I have reconnected, the third I have the intention of calling, but haven't yet. Dunno why. Prolly cause he's not single and I dont want to give her the impression I'm moving in on her man. Maybe I'll call him tomorrow and invite him to the dc slam event if they're available. That way she can come & then I'm not a threat. I hope a group comes, it would suck if it were just me and Kenny... we can have fun, but it stalls out without having something else there to perk it up.
So, back to reconnecting, it's crazy. It's crazy what happens when a person moves away. I had this great cleansing conversation that could have broken my heart a teeny bit, when my friend confessed that he had to leave for us to become better friends. it was funny at one point, when he said "it was like I was saying 'Hello! I'm right here! Hello!' and you were like 'That's nice, but anyway.'" But the time wasn't right and I don't think it will ever be. I think he wanted me to admit something that wasn't true, but we cleared that up, and basically left the conversation with the knowledge that we will always be there for each other, as friends. I will always love him as a friend, and I think he gets that. It was such a GOOD conversation, and I havent had one of those in a long time. We talked about THEATER. He picked my brain, vented about his day, told me about his work, and God, for a minute I felt alive again. I felt like I was there, in group classes, like I was in rehearsal, like I was with him in the room as the instructor's reaming one of the classmates. Like I had done the research for the scene, read the play and ripped it apart into beats and motivations with action verbs that carry me through to the next beat. Like I was diving within myself, looking under the rocks my emotions had becme to see what things were festering in the dark I had provided them with, bringing them up and saying "This Is Me."
God, it felt very good.
I almost miss it.
So we promised we're going to make an effort to talk every day. I don't even talk to my mom every day, so we'll see how long that lasts, and I amended it right after we said it, but still. I'm going to try. He's the only person who understands how my brain works. Wow... did I write that? I'm not sure how true that is, but I definetly know I'm living vicariously through him at the moment. I know that last night was the most fun I'd had in a long time. Theatrically, yeah, I guess... he's the only person I can talk to on an actor level who is going to challenge me. Kenny's a tech. Jevan's a tech. Jasmine's a tech/actor, and it's still not the same. He and I speak the same language. I think my excitement is just really nostalgic; it's been years since I've spoken to anyone in the business about the business, about the process of the business. I felt like when I return to the stage, that I'll be one of those people who theater will have passed by, and talking to him, I know I've still got it.
I think I'm ready. Not ready to stand on stage, but ready to watch some shows again. Current theatrical goal: to see The Lion King, Wicked and Avenue Q. The other shows can wait. I can't anymore.
b
my sister, the meter maid
Even though she says stuff that hurts or annoys me, she's still my sister.
Plus, I realized that we're kind of on this funky see-saw, when one of us is low, the other is high. We're constantly pulling each other out of a funk & reminding each other how beautiful we are. Even if she is a little harsher than I:
"You must not know about me. I can have another you by tomorrow."
Damn.
But so true. We're so strong, and so... Gosh darn wonderful!
b
Plus, I realized that we're kind of on this funky see-saw, when one of us is low, the other is high. We're constantly pulling each other out of a funk & reminding each other how beautiful we are. Even if she is a little harsher than I:
"You must not know about me. I can have another you by tomorrow."
Damn.
But so true. We're so strong, and so... Gosh darn wonderful!
b
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
The best thing ever
Thanks to everyone who wished me well today. I passed the test.
Special kudos and points to Kenny for buying me a celebratory dinner, and then for saying it wasn't a celebratory dinner. That was definetly cool.
Otherwise, thanks everyone! Thanks to everyone who wasn't even scared and got pissed at me for being scared. I appreciate the faith you all have in me.
And when that faith manifests itself in meals, well, that's good, too.
b
Special kudos and points to Kenny for buying me a celebratory dinner, and then for saying it wasn't a celebratory dinner. That was definetly cool.
Otherwise, thanks everyone! Thanks to everyone who wasn't even scared and got pissed at me for being scared. I appreciate the faith you all have in me.
And when that faith manifests itself in meals, well, that's good, too.
b
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
I keep saying I'm over it but I'm not
I keep saying I'm over it, but I'm not.
I'm over it in the "it doesn't make me angry anymore" way but not in the "I'm so over it doesn't even cross my mind" way.
Why can we not be friends again? It just sucks that I lost a friend over bullshit, because he chose to interpret things personally when he had no business doing that (since the stuff he was interpreting wasn't even ABOUT him), then he made decisions based on the stuff that he fabricated and then got emotional over stuff that had no foundation.
It bothers me that I want to reach out & get my friend back, but I can't for fear of 6 months worth of rage and/or bitterness coming back. Not really fear, I'm not scared of it, I just don't want to deal with the bull aspect of it.
Why did I pick him over you? Because I saw him that way and didn't see you that way.
Why that became an intense emotional battle for months I will never know. Everyone told me to remove the source of the frustration and I didn't follow their advice for two reasons:
1. The situation was sticky enough without me making it worse by saying "oh yeah? well I don't need you as much as you thought I did!" MAYBE it would have taken a bit of the wind out of his sails, but for some reason I can't see it doing any long term good.
2. I (stupidly) believed that it would clear up. Blow over. I kept hoping it was a phase and that ultimately he'd regain his senses. But it just got worse and worse and more and more crippling.
Now, we don't talk at all. Funny thing is, he spent all this energy and then said "well, it's your turn" in a "i've tried very hard to keep this friendship afloat. it's your responsibility to come to me now." That would be fine, if it was true, when I'd spent all the same months asking "why can't we go back to being friends?"
So now, I have no idea where things stand. And that really really saddens me because he was a really good friend up until things got creepy. In fact, he was the one friend I could count on to support me no matter what, who I supported back no matter what.
Why do friendships have to die when love/amor/feelings/romantic intention isn't reciprocated? Why can't I just have my friend back?
Oh, by the way, this one is the FIRST one that actually IS about you.
b
I'm over it in the "it doesn't make me angry anymore" way but not in the "I'm so over it doesn't even cross my mind" way.
Why can we not be friends again? It just sucks that I lost a friend over bullshit, because he chose to interpret things personally when he had no business doing that (since the stuff he was interpreting wasn't even ABOUT him), then he made decisions based on the stuff that he fabricated and then got emotional over stuff that had no foundation.
It bothers me that I want to reach out & get my friend back, but I can't for fear of 6 months worth of rage and/or bitterness coming back. Not really fear, I'm not scared of it, I just don't want to deal with the bull aspect of it.
Why did I pick him over you? Because I saw him that way and didn't see you that way.
Why that became an intense emotional battle for months I will never know. Everyone told me to remove the source of the frustration and I didn't follow their advice for two reasons:
1. The situation was sticky enough without me making it worse by saying "oh yeah? well I don't need you as much as you thought I did!" MAYBE it would have taken a bit of the wind out of his sails, but for some reason I can't see it doing any long term good.
2. I (stupidly) believed that it would clear up. Blow over. I kept hoping it was a phase and that ultimately he'd regain his senses. But it just got worse and worse and more and more crippling.
Now, we don't talk at all. Funny thing is, he spent all this energy and then said "well, it's your turn" in a "i've tried very hard to keep this friendship afloat. it's your responsibility to come to me now." That would be fine, if it was true, when I'd spent all the same months asking "why can't we go back to being friends?"
So now, I have no idea where things stand. And that really really saddens me because he was a really good friend up until things got creepy. In fact, he was the one friend I could count on to support me no matter what, who I supported back no matter what.
Why do friendships have to die when love/amor/feelings/romantic intention isn't reciprocated? Why can't I just have my friend back?
Oh, by the way, this one is the FIRST one that actually IS about you.
b
Friday, October 13, 2006
Scary
Ever have someone like you... where they pop up randomly & have a one sided convo with you and then say dumb stuff like "have a good weekend; don't do anything I would do," which wouldn't be so dumb if it wasn't followed with ten variations of the theme? Or just happen to find them after work in a secluded area, with no one else around, and they've changed clothes and now are in a car and can overtake you very quickly?
Maybe I'm just being paranoid. I'm sure that's it, but... I can't shake this feeling.
Ever have that?
b
Maybe I'm just being paranoid. I'm sure that's it, but... I can't shake this feeling.
Ever have that?
b
The Return of PPM
Wow.
I was at PetSmart today, minding my business, and my cell rang. PPM, who I haven't spoken to in months, decided to call. He must have broken it off with whoever he was seeing. You know? Maybe that's mean of me to write, but I feel like when he's got a dry spell, he messes with me for laughs. Then he had the nerve to say, "why are you acting like you're surprised to hear from me." Maybe because I am. "Why are you acting like I only call when I want something?" Maybe because you do.
I'm tired. Tired of dancing your dance. You had your chance. You blew it. You don't get another one. Happy for you, though. Happy that you bought your house, happy we got caught up, happy I had a small hand in getting you what you wanted at the office. But if you're calling me to see if anything has changed on my end, no. It hasn't. That's why although I thought of you when I drove past your house, I didn't call. That's why you don't come to mind that often, and why people at work have stopped giving me hell about you.
Or was that because you'd found someone else? Now that didn't work and you remember me?
Funny thing about that... I'm not free anymore. I'm through being the backup. Being your headcase to toy with wasn't as much fun as you may think.
I'm much stronger now. If I don't dress up every day, or press my hair, or make sure everything is in it's proper place, it's because the *outside* is not important to me. I'm too busy with other stuff to worry about hemlines and fabrics and this season's fashions. Yes, I pull my hair back, into the same uptight librarian bun as always. It's simple. It's practical, it doesnt get in the way, and it doesn't need styling, which affords me the time for other endeavors.
Sorry if that means to you that I'm not taking the time out to take care of myself. I'm too busy taking care of my future.
And I have come a long way, from what I was before, how I used to be with my looks, Thinking I was ugly and hiding alot from the world. Thing is, I'm hot. I'm so hot, I rock the hell out of the librarian bun. In fact, I'm bringing buns back.
And if you don't get that, then you don't really have a place in my life, do you?
Thanks for taking the time out, friend, to check up on lil ole me.
I'll be just fine. Scratch that. I AM fine, I'll *be* okay.
And if you wanted me, you're going to have to work a hell of alot harder than that to get me. So don't feel like you're doing me any favors by calling me.
This probably comes across a lot meaner than I intended, but I'm not changing any of it. It is what it is. I'm just tired. I don't get people who want to be friends with the intention of banging you. Just be friends. Go out. But we were never friends, were we? We were just two insanely attractive people who couldn't sort out the tension.
Isn't it a relief to know that it's all been sorted out? By hereby removing myself from the equation, we should never need to speak tensely again.
Love,
me
I was at PetSmart today, minding my business, and my cell rang. PPM, who I haven't spoken to in months, decided to call. He must have broken it off with whoever he was seeing. You know? Maybe that's mean of me to write, but I feel like when he's got a dry spell, he messes with me for laughs. Then he had the nerve to say, "why are you acting like you're surprised to hear from me." Maybe because I am. "Why are you acting like I only call when I want something?" Maybe because you do.
I'm tired. Tired of dancing your dance. You had your chance. You blew it. You don't get another one. Happy for you, though. Happy that you bought your house, happy we got caught up, happy I had a small hand in getting you what you wanted at the office. But if you're calling me to see if anything has changed on my end, no. It hasn't. That's why although I thought of you when I drove past your house, I didn't call. That's why you don't come to mind that often, and why people at work have stopped giving me hell about you.
Or was that because you'd found someone else? Now that didn't work and you remember me?
Funny thing about that... I'm not free anymore. I'm through being the backup. Being your headcase to toy with wasn't as much fun as you may think.
I'm much stronger now. If I don't dress up every day, or press my hair, or make sure everything is in it's proper place, it's because the *outside* is not important to me. I'm too busy with other stuff to worry about hemlines and fabrics and this season's fashions. Yes, I pull my hair back, into the same uptight librarian bun as always. It's simple. It's practical, it doesnt get in the way, and it doesn't need styling, which affords me the time for other endeavors.
Sorry if that means to you that I'm not taking the time out to take care of myself. I'm too busy taking care of my future.
And I have come a long way, from what I was before, how I used to be with my looks, Thinking I was ugly and hiding alot from the world. Thing is, I'm hot. I'm so hot, I rock the hell out of the librarian bun. In fact, I'm bringing buns back.
And if you don't get that, then you don't really have a place in my life, do you?
Thanks for taking the time out, friend, to check up on lil ole me.
I'll be just fine. Scratch that. I AM fine, I'll *be* okay.
And if you wanted me, you're going to have to work a hell of alot harder than that to get me. So don't feel like you're doing me any favors by calling me.
This probably comes across a lot meaner than I intended, but I'm not changing any of it. It is what it is. I'm just tired. I don't get people who want to be friends with the intention of banging you. Just be friends. Go out. But we were never friends, were we? We were just two insanely attractive people who couldn't sort out the tension.
Isn't it a relief to know that it's all been sorted out? By hereby removing myself from the equation, we should never need to speak tensely again.
Love,
me
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
spot on
| Your Career Personality: Capable, Friendly, and Energetic |
 Your Ideal Careers: Actor Advertising Executive Artist Counselor Entrepreneur Musician Politician Psychologist Teacher Television Reporter |
You've heard of Soho? Noho? Well, this was MePa...
| You Belong in Soho |
 Although you may not be a professional artist, you do dabble in one form of art or another. And you indie culture of all kinds - from little botiques to art house films. |
sure, why not.
| Your Ideal Relationship is Serious Dating |
 You're not ready to go walking down the aisle. But you may be ready in a couple of years. You prefer to date one on one, with a commitment. And while chemistry is important, so is compatibility. |
is it bad that this is true?
| You Are 34% Evil |
 A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well. In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil. |
DAMN SKIPPY!!!
From what I understand, the theme of 2006 was "Keep the Party Moving"
=)
=)
| Your Inner European is Spanish! |
 Energetic and lively. You bring the party with you! |
Whatever "fun" means...
| You Have A Type A Personality |
You are hyper, energetic, and always on the mood You tend to succeed at everything you attempt And if you don't succeed at first, you quickly climb your way to the top! You could be called a workaholic, but you also make time for fun As long as it's high energy and competitive, you're interested You have the perfect personality for business and atheltic success |
I'm a taker? Damn, I'm sorry...
| How You Are In Love |
 You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often. You tend to take more than give in relationships. You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time. You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change. You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard. |
well, whuddya know
| You Should Be A Gemini |
 What's good about you: witty and energetic, you're simply the most fun to be around What's bad about you: you're flighty - losing interest in people and projects quickly In love: you enjoy the "honeymoon phase," but after that it's hard for you to stick around In friendship, you're: likely to have many groups of friends, with many different interests Your ideal job: mime, guru, or cartoonist Your sense of fashion: casual and simple You like to pig out on: fast food, especially burritos |
wth is the changing the outside part about?
| You Go For Brains! |
 You want a guy with a big... brain. And of course it would be nice if he were a total hottie, but you're not counting on it. What's on the inside is what counts for you. (Besides, you can always change the outside later!) |
he's a lucky man
The following conversation occurred today at approximately 10:05 am, when a man in a pink floral shirt and really nice shades came to the window for no other purpose than to exchange these words:
"Hi, miss, are you married?"
"Am I what?"
"Married?"
"Am I married? No..."
"Can I take you out to dinner?"
< shocked pause >
"I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate that, but-- [thank you]"
"Aww, for real? Well, he is a lucky man."
"Thank you, I'll be sure to tell him that."
Good to know I've still got it.
Too bad I had to lie to the man, but damn if "I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate that" isn't the best line to use to get you out of a sticky situation. But for real, someone would have to be very lucky to catch this! That, or very genuine, honest, caring, supportive and considerate.
And paid, too.
Let's not forget paid.
I mean, money's not everything, don't get me wrong, but love pays no bills.
Just sayin'.
Oh, and would learn to frackin' put the seat down. If I ever have my own place, I'm having a urinal installed in all the bathrooms.
b
"Hi, miss, are you married?"
"Am I what?"
"Married?"
"Am I married? No..."
"Can I take you out to dinner?"
< shocked pause >
"I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate that, but-- [thank you]"
"Aww, for real? Well, he is a lucky man."
"Thank you, I'll be sure to tell him that."
Good to know I've still got it.
Too bad I had to lie to the man, but damn if "I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate that" isn't the best line to use to get you out of a sticky situation. But for real, someone would have to be very lucky to catch this! That, or very genuine, honest, caring, supportive and considerate.
And paid, too.
Let's not forget paid.
I mean, money's not everything, don't get me wrong, but love pays no bills.
Just sayin'.
Oh, and would learn to frackin' put the seat down. If I ever have my own place, I'm having a urinal installed in all the bathrooms.
b
Sunday, October 01, 2006
my friends are kenyan
Were it not for Ritah and Noel, I would be an absolute, emotional mess.
Thank you to Noel for reminding me that I have worth, and that if the person I love doesn't love me back, there are plenty of people who would step into that empty place in a heartbeat.
I just don't know what I was thinking. But I'll tell you one thing. I've learned my lesson. I learned it real good, too. Always pay attention to what the other party says and doesn't say. And whatever you think is going on, listen to what the man actually SAYS is going on.
Most importantly: If what he says is going on doesn't match how you feel about the situation, do something about it before it's too late and you're too hurt to function. If that means holding yourself back until you feel you have some control over what's going on, do it.
Ultimately: Pay attention & trust your instincts. If your instincts say that he's not being completely honest with you, either about your situation or about his feelings toward you, chances are you're right. Act accordingly.
Because in the end, whatever concerns or complaints you may have felt entitled to make are null & void when you realize the truth:
YOU ARE NOT HIS GIRLFRIEND.
Thank you to Noel for reminding me that I have worth, and that if the person I love doesn't love me back, there are plenty of people who would step into that empty place in a heartbeat.
I just don't know what I was thinking. But I'll tell you one thing. I've learned my lesson. I learned it real good, too. Always pay attention to what the other party says and doesn't say. And whatever you think is going on, listen to what the man actually SAYS is going on.
Most importantly: If what he says is going on doesn't match how you feel about the situation, do something about it before it's too late and you're too hurt to function. If that means holding yourself back until you feel you have some control over what's going on, do it.
Ultimately: Pay attention & trust your instincts. If your instincts say that he's not being completely honest with you, either about your situation or about his feelings toward you, chances are you're right. Act accordingly.
Because in the end, whatever concerns or complaints you may have felt entitled to make are null & void when you realize the truth:
YOU ARE NOT HIS GIRLFRIEND.
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