Saturday, April 16, 2011

Yummy Cream Pie....

Boston cream pie that is! Pervert :)


I just got back from Boston a few days ago, and that little penis of a state, florida, sorry (not really), but tell me that you haven't looked at a map at least once in your life, maybe when you were twelve and thought so. It's the penis state... and oranges, and I'm sorry (no I'm not) but when I stay in a hotel in florida and they say they have freshly squeezed orange juice, it should be freshly squeezed because I am not a fucking moron and I can fucking tell you bastards, because it never is! That's how you get a free five dollar glass of orange juice in florida. Call them on their bullshit. Maybe something is freshly squeezed in that juice but it certainly isn't oranges. It's funny, I have a dear friend that if he spoke to me early in the morning and heard that come from my mouth he would probably say something similar to... "Oh, I see what kinda mood you're in this morning" or "I see what kinda day it's gonna be". I have no idea where that came from. Sometimes, I just refuse to take things seriously. You need to joke about all the things you're able to, even though, I'm not joking about the damn juice :) ...because a lot of the times, laughing is all we can do and it does a lot more for us than we can/could imagine, also, it can be contagious, anger, hatred and ignorance certainly are. Look at a ten year old, a twenty year old, a thirty year old and so on... what's the difference... the most obvious... not intelligence, certainly not always wisdom... experience, yes, but that doesn't count for shit more than half the time. We lose that silly quality, the playfulness, the desire to spin around and around until we get dizzy and fall over. Life happens, yes, but we let it happen to us. Don't. We all started off just wanting to play and have fun, to laugh and learn. Life teaches us best, not school. Yet, so many of us wind up tired, defeated by it. Constantly fighting. Too busy living to laugh. Maybe I'm rambling. I told my 16 year neighbor... at her age I was always very kind and respectful to strangers... I don't know why, I had nothing against them I suppose. I was a cashier (and a straight A, behavioral management school kid... I was a responsible, intelligent delinquent I suppose... all my choices, I admitted it then, I'll admit it now... it wasn't because I was hanging out with the wrong group of friends *ahem*, another shining example of how we always try and pass the blame around) but people always just came natural to me, anyway... so I told her (she recently got a job as a cashier), they're gonna piss you off, they're gonna be assholes, dickheads and bitches... and rude too. Here's the thing though, just smile... it's a win/win deal. There is a good chance that they're having a bad day, week or in a bad situation and they're just taking it out on you, it's not right, but try to be nice and smile, because it might change their whole day. That there have been times when one person, somewhere, on a line, a train, a cashier, someone was nice, maybe smiled, talked, said something sweet... and it made me smile, and changed the rest of my day... and, if at heart, they're just a major fucktard, you'll just confuse them and piss them off. You can't control other people, manipulate, yes, control, no. You can only control yourself. Anything else is an illusion... and I admit, that many times, though I'm good with helping out strangers and the whole "paying it forward" concept, I do have my moments where I am just like, "Nope, not today asshole", in my head mostly... and don't fuck with me in Times Square, I loathe that place, I go there for Broadway and that's about it... or when it's raining in the city and I am walking, umbrellas are weapons... and I don't use them nor would I trust myself with one... so the city and rain, it's battle. Anyway, so Boston, was so lovely. It was a cute, little, clean, polite nyc. The people are delightful and they interact with you in a non-violent manor! It's a shame about the Red Sox though, but I'll just give them that one flaw for now. Can't fault the whole place just for that. I can't wait to go back and do some sight seeing, which I rarely do, but I am completely smitten with Boston. I also realized how many actors really do fuck up the accent as well... ouch. Much like everything else Hollywood tries to recreate, they do butcher it, with exceptions, of course. Boston warmed me in my special place... no, the other special place... *shakes head* ... pervert. The way seeing Christmas lights, listening to Christmas music, snow and all that other holiday crap does. I really love ny... I am a new yorker at heart, always will be, even when I move, but, damn I can't stand it here much longer! I suspect there may be a bit of a nomad in me, or perhaps it's just the curiosity and desire to explore... myself, other people, other cultures, the world... and Boston! I am actually considering where to go next, I am due for LA and DC, probably in June though, I think in May, it will be Chicago and I want to go someplace new, but not a really big city... maybe Ohio or Indiana, could work... if nothing else, I have never been to either one. I'll have to take a gander and give it some thought over the next few days. Fuck paragraphs, my brain doesn't separate my thoughts, so, fuck 'em. Also, I like sparkly objects... and guns.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

"There's No Crying in Baseball" ... and I Kind of Gave a Compliment to the Red Sox and then Pigs Flew...

So, this is not going to be one of my more mentally stimulating posts... because I caught a touch of stupidity last night. I haven't had a night out in a good six months, no joke. Sometimes I like to, sometimes I just don't. I go through stages, and I've been in a homebody stage lately, and just got caught up dealing with a crap load of shit on top of shit. So it was around midnight last night, and I was just waking up... yes, I have a horrible sleep schedule, bouts of insomnia and my body tells me to go fuck myself whenever I make an effort to regulate it. So I just deal. So, a gf I haven't seen since thanksgiving called me, she had been wrapped up in her own shit. She wanted to go out, catch up and I was kind of like, you know, okay, why not. Well, now I know why not. I haven't really drank all that much in months, a glass or two of wine here or there, or beer. Haven't had a drop of liquor since october. Anyway, so we go to this quiet little wine bar, order a bottle of pinot grigio, I don't know what the fuck it was, she ordered it, but it wasn't good. We caught up, yay, good for us, that was nice. Then... she gets a call. Let's go here. It was a little after 2am, oddly enough I wasn't totally not feeling the idea. I hadn't had a nice girls out in a long time. Here's the thing, I had never been to the place, but it did have more of a mature, upscale not frat house style reputation to it. Thankfully, because I hate those places. So we walk in, fuck the cover charge. We meet up with her friend, total sweetheart. The music was great, a mix of 80s and 90s dance. Then I bump into the one guy I had a date with in the last six months. Did I mention it sucked. The only date I had gone on, because I just have had no desire, and forced myself to and it sucked and thus no desire. The room is packed and somehow this fucker finds me. It really didn't matter, because apparently no one had any communication skills or the ability to hold an intelligent conversation. So I found someone that showed promise, not so hard to shine in a crowd of melee apples. That may not be the best analogy, I don't care. So, I wind up taking care of my friend, because, she's the type to let guys buy her shots and I won't unless I'm actually going to hang out with them and I only had one glass of wine there and... she's a lightweight. I have to say this guy was really cool, I've seen guys be total dicks about it, they just don't get that I'm not going to leave a friend I came with. And yes, she's bisexual and I'm bi, so we have made out in the past, because I know half of you are/were wondering. Anyway, this new dickhead drives me home. I never do that, but he was pretty decent, because I had to drive her home in her car and then I would have had to call a cab. He just had a personality and seemed intelligent, and he did and was, it just wasn't a very good one and he lacked the ability to be open minded. Here's where the dickhead part came in. We were having a promising conversation, and then we got into a debate about... yup, baseball. The Yankees. He was a Mets fan, that wasn't the problem. Problem was, I can have a heated discussion and not take it personally, he couldn't. Not only that, but he couldn't debate it for shit, because he had no input, hiss only stance was to constantly challenge me and tell me I was wrong. The fact was we were discussing opinions, so by definition I couldn't be wrong. He didn't get that, he couldn't answer any direct questions and refused to give an opinion other than that mine was wrong. Real nice shiny apple, right? I think he just didn't know as much about baseball or the games as I did but didn't want to admit to it, because he was able to debate prior shit. So other than just saying so, which would have been fine to admit but I guess some guys don't like girls who know more about baseball than they do, I don't know, I don't care frankly. He constantly was trying to turn the table round and round and take control over the conversation. It doesn't really work with me and I really didn't care. I think he had a lot of insecurity issues. He even told my friend he thought all attractive girls were bitches. I didn't find that out until a little later.  There's smart, there's intelligent, there's being open minded, there's a lot that comes into play. More than just intelligent and not so much. So I mentioned something about how it's important to not be so narrow minded as to not be able to at least step outside yourself and look at other people's points of view and how I may be a Yankees fan, but I can watch the tigers or the red sox and appreciate some of their players and the potential they display. Then he made the dickhead comment. When I said the part about the red sox, he said and I quote, "See, now I know you know nothing about baseball and are just another dumb woman.". Yes, I know!!! I got insulted for sort of complimenting the Red Sox of all things!!! So needless to say at this point, I took it personally. I didn't flip out or anything, it just wasn't worth it and I knew for a good half hour it was over, maybe more. I just kinda was having fun letting off steam, even if, ultimately I was having a one sided debate. I also, liked seeing the irritation in him build, it was amusing. Also, you can call me anything you want, it's not going to get to me or shake me. It's going to go in one ear and right out the other. Not because I'm stubborn, even though I am, but because I know what I am and what I'm not. Now if he would have said bitch, I would have probably said "sometimes, yea", but dumb, not in the least bit and I know it. I'm not arrogant either, just secure.  So, I stepped out of his car a little while after that, there was more annoying shit coming out of his mouth... finally he had something to say. I closed the door and was fully prepared to not be the bitch I felt building up inside of me. I wasn't either... but.... he made some dumbass comment about making sure I shut the door all the way and it was nasty, so  I re-opened it and told him to "shut it his fucking self" and walked away. So, I stayed in bed stupid for a few hours. It passed, luckily I don't think I caught anything serious. So this about sums it up... "Argghhhh!!!!", that's my utter, shining, brilliance of the day. I warned, I stated, not my most intellectually stimulating post. Just be careful, stupid is out there, they haven't quite figured out a way to quarantine it yet. It's spreading like wildfire...  Wear a mask, plug up your ears, your asses, do whatever you have to avoid catching it as I do believe there's no known cure.

Clearly, I am being dramatic and joking. So let me just state... there's no fucking crying in baseball, but there are idiots. Here's the thing to. I did text him after that thanking him for helping me with my friend, driving me home, and just stating that I didn't take it personally until he called me dumb and that was just rude and disrespectful and that was something i did not and do not tolerate. Nothing nasty, I did appreciate it. Just because someone has dickhead moments doesn't mean they are, and I do think that was the case with him. I think he was just insecure. I think he didn't exactly know how to handle me, it happens... and the Yankees still rule!!!

Friday, April 1, 2011

An Apple a Day, Keeps the Doctor Away...It's Totally True, I Read it on Wikipedia...

Coming soon...

(I took a break to masturbate, so I'll be back when I feel like it to continue my rant) and no, you can't watch... you can go fuck your own self though. That is something I completely condone. Bye for now.

Ooh... and go Yankees!