Sometimes I worry about how much I've been talkin'... I worry about it, because so very often I've seen people just let go whenever there's a pause in the conversation, or a simple stop for breath. What is it about these people who just go on and on and on? Can't they see that they are boring other people or simply telling me way too much about themselves? Now, don't get me wrong. I love a good conversation, and I love a good talker. I'm good audience, because I love to pay attenti...
Another day, another dollar... I'm in prime bitching mode, but at the same time, it's the first goddamned beautiful day outside and I'm voluntarily on the computer for my own personal use. Should I be nice, especially since I rarely get to post an article, or should I be true to thine self, and let 'er rip? I'll settle for a compromise. Kole and I are well. She's growing, as always, and is now wearing women's clothing, and ladies shoes (Size 7, yeah.) I'm having a shitload of fun b...
For the first time in over 3 years, I'm not Top 40 here on Joeuser. Of course, it's not a surprise, considering how infrequent my visits have become. I rarely get a chance to blog, firstly, because I'm just too damned busy at work to even log on, and secondly, because I'm Internet-free at home. Now, I had been that way for more than 2 years, so it was never a big deal, but it's the steady hours that were getting me down. No more early morning drop-ins at my sister's place while she was at...
Can you forget how to write? It's been so long since I last posted an article, or even read one, that I feel like I'm brand-new to this whole thing. This whole blogging thing. I've been busy just living. Work. My girl. Spending money. Socializing. Staying in and renting movies. And lots of writing, even for fun, but just not online. I'm writing a story. In fact, it's almost like re-writing a story, decades later. When I was in my early twenties I wrote almost a whole book on an ol...
I grew my short, spiky multi-colored hair out, and dyed it blue black. And while it's not long, it's getting there. I've always been blessed to having thick, glossy hair, but part of the reason why I usually keep it short is because it's got a mind of its own. Some of it curls nicely, but it waves too, and I have a strange cowlick up front that has to be constantly pinned down to make it behave. I like long hair, and I hate it. I hate it 'cuz it gets hot, yanno? Who wants to be running aro...
Because I've been working way too much, I haven't posted all that much. Because I've been working way too much, I may finally have enough reason to get the internet at home. (I previously figured I could fit in an hour here or there throughout my day, and was able to before, but now... not so often.) A girl's gotta have priorities. Because I've been working way too much, I keep forgetting to take my breaks. Bonus? Down more in weight, and my pants don't fit so well anymore. Becaus...
It's true, I know. After thousands of barstool discussions with single girls in their late twenties, new mothers or wives in their mid thirties, wisened ladies in their golden years, and even those that are still brand new to it all, I've never met a sister who wouldn't admit to falling for a bad guy. Like that everlasting question though, 'what defines bad?' And faster than a bunny, it's a straight up debate between the pros and the cons, black and white, thin vs. fat, any old positive...
Another day, another dollar. You know, I've got some pretty solid views on life and living in general. I try not to be too strident about 'em, because I also hold with the idea that I can change my mind any damned minute I want to, and that's all right, too. But I'm a firm believer that diets are bad... and not just bad for the body, but bad for the brain. The girl who lives across the way from me is currently on the Atkins diet, but has tried a variety of fad diets in the past, all w...
The Violent Femmes, The Clash, The Rolling Stones.... I'm not a big purchaser of music. I'm a radio girl, and by that, I mean car radio. I have several radios in the apartment, but it's mostly just filler; the car radio is where I rock out most. The Beatles, The Kinks, The White Stripes... I can't dance. At least, I can't line dance, I can't waltz, and I can't do any other stylized, choreographed kinda moves. I'm more freestyle, I guess. I can move my hips, and I don't feel stup...
So, I was sitting at the bar one night, and... ... my bartender motions behind me and says, "Who what that, Nicky?" I swivel around on my stool, and don't see anyone. I turn back to her and she said, "He was just there a few minutes ago, in fact, he was standing behind you for about five minutes, and thought it was strange because you didn't turn around and say anything to him, so I figured you were ingnoring him on purpose." The girl next to me nods in agreement, "Yeah, I tri...
Today's one of those days where everything's gone wrong. For starters, I knew it was going to be a semi-day. Semi-hungover after a late night at the Money Money concert, and a rude awakening to wild bruises and things that are going to leave a scar. I was right up front just givin' 'er last night, and the crowd was young and crazy. Slamdancing or moshing, I don't know what the currrent term is, but I was in the thick of it for awhile, really just blowing off steam by acting less than h...
It's been seven days since I've posted an article, so in JU terms, it's been like a year away from the crazy ole nut house. You'd think that I'd have a lot to write, but really, the only thing that I've been doing these days is trying to keep afloat at my place of employment. You'd think that I have never stepped foot in the office, or ever accessed the files on the computer, but with everyone gone (my higher up is on vacation, the Production Manager is in New York, and the Director is cu...
Late yesterday afternoon, Kole informed me that it was a PA day today. News to me, and also slightly suspicious since she's been Little Miss Truant for most of the week.* However, according to her school journal, it is indeed a PA day, so my plans of doing absolutely nothing are now changed to doing absolutely nothing with child . But of course, as any parent knows, there is no way that I'll actually be able to do absolutely nothing . No, in fact, we've got an afternoon of toboggani...
I am now breathing a long sigh of relief: I got the job and I start on Monday. I have only had one day of work since December, and the total amount of money I have is simply random coins in my back pocket. Things were pretty dire, but now, things are looking up once again. My latest assignments concern making sense of the mailing lists, transferring films to DVD, and learning how to decipher my boss' s handwriting. She handwrites everything, and her long, flourishy letters are somethin...
Lately, here and elsewhere, there's been a lot of grumbling about what may or may not be good for the community. If only it were so simple to just cast someone aside, send them to their corners until the forums have time to settle a bit. But we all know that it starts back up almost immediately, so what's the point? I imagine a Joeuser with a polling system, that has a poll that goes around continuously: For the good of the community the following person should be exiled: A: Little...