Friday, December 27, 2002
cough, cough, gag, gag
I'm sick of being sick. I'm sick of food poisoning, and coughing, and blowing my nose...
I'm also sick of having to get creative with my excuses for calling in to work. Damn, January 1st needs to hurry up and come...I'm out of sick and vacation days. January 1st needs to come the hell on. Sadly, that's about the only thing I'll be celebrating on New Years Eve/Day. My New Years Eves are always uneventful. (That or they were eventful enough that I don't remember), so I'm not even bothering with plans.
On a completely different note...
You know what I hate? A guy that smells so good, is so tall, has such a good head on their shoulders, but can't write for shit. I'm talking language barriers. It's so not tolerable. But hey, I'm semi-disgruntled right now, so I won't go there. It's just such a waste. But I haven't posted in such a long time, I don't want to come back all angry like, so forget everythign you've read so far, and I'll return when time allows and the mood has improved.
.: posted by Princess Portia 9:47 AM
Friday, December 20, 2002
missing, and I took the action with me
Really, I've been here, you just didn't see me. Christmas shopping can be so fun, especially when you actually like everyone you have to make purchases for. The semester is done, I came out with a 3.0...that's acceptable fornow, but it could have been better. Stalkers are still stalking. People with potential are still earning brownie points, Penelope is possesed, I'm being lesss anti social, and I need a pedicure. Ok, that about sums it up for now. I've got lot's of stories to tell. If I end up working Christmas Eve I'll break you off with a lil' sumtin sumthin. Toodles.
.: posted by Princess Portia 1:06 PM
Thursday, December 05, 2002
Fantasy Sex Camp
Ok, so there's this kick-ass game I read about at a kick-ass site. I'm just going to paste the instructions so I don't have to type them:
The game is pretty simple and it sounds deceptively easy. It has hidden depths, however, which we will soon discover. Here's how it works:
You have seven days of dream-dates (all of which, of course, end in mind-blowing sex, hence the title of the game). You are allowed to choose one celebrity date for each night of the week and one alternate for each night, in case your first choice dream date is, say, arrested or is away on location. The remainder of the rules are as follows:
1) The definition of "celebrity" varies according to the group with whom you're playing. Basically, everyone in the group needs to be able to pick your choices out of a police line-up. This rule will explain my Monday night, by the way.
2) No time traveling. I'd like to date Paul Newman, circa Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, but that's against the rules. Everyone you date, you date right now.
3) It doesn't matter if you and your friends all have George Clooney as your Saturday night. This is bound to happen and it's fair within the rules of the game: having to cross check your schedule with your friends will add a level of difficulty to this game that you don't need. It's hard enough to decide whether So and So is a Tuesday or a Wednesday without having to make an Excel spreadsheet to make sure you're not stepping on your officemate's toes. You'll see.
4) You can't use, say, "the cast of Band of Brothers" as one night. One man or woman per night. Nice try, though.
5) In addition to your first choice and your back up, you are allowed to have what we've dubbed in the office, "the bullpen." The bullpen is your pool of also-rans: people you think are super hot, and would totally date if they asked you out, but who didn't fall into the top fourteen. This is important, as occasionally someone in 1-14 will do something shitty or unattractive, and you need someone else to cycle into the week.
Ok, so here's mine:
Monday
It's the beginning of the week, basically a "get warmed up for Tuesday," night. Since I have class in the morning, I would want a low-key date. Enter, Quddus. Yep, the poor woman's Lenny Kravitz. (We'll see him later on). We can listen to some conscious hip-hop while eating Thai food on my deck. He would have to be a fall/winter date though, so I can see him in turtlenecks and Diesel jeans.
back up: Justin Guarini
Tuesday
Tonight is indulgence night. The only night of the week (ha!) that I allow myself to have whatever I want, and feed into all my guilty pleasures (as far as t.v. goes!) So I would need someone that can stomach the shows I want to watch, or at least occupy himself for the hour block in which I'm watching t.v. Enter Emeril. While I'm watching t.v. he can whip up some delectable dish for me to indulge in. Not to mention the fact that everything he cooks in loaded with alcohol, so I'll be taking care of 3 guilty pleasures all in one night. Not to mention we can talk, "business," after t.v. & dinner. You know, hook me up with some insider tips re: this culinary thing.
back up: Jamie Oliver (formerly: the naked chef)
Wednesday
Hump day. Need I say more? My baby, Morris Chestnut. Honestly, there will be no depth to this date. We can go out somewhere, you know, take pictures together at the Pier or something. He can walk and flash that gorgeous smile, then take me home and...umm...make me smile. Heh.
back up: D'Angelo. I would have liked to make him a primary, but he's been worrying me lately...
Thursday
It's almost Friday! I need a date wonderful enough to entertain me for tonight, without overshadowing tomorrow's encounter. D.L. Hughley is perfect for the task. I can take him out in public, he can be semi smart-funny, but not so ridiculously funny that I can't eat or drink around him without fear of choking to death. We would do something traditional like bowl or play pool. An outing that can sometimes be mundane, but with a funny guy will be awesome.
back up: Jaleel White. I'm sorry, but I love this guy. We can play a couple of games of "21" (not cards) and talk politics...
Friday!!!
Justin Timberlake would be my Friday night man. We can get our sweat...umm dance on, hit the clubs (strip and bars) and party like "Supahstahs."
back up: Pharell Williams.
Saturday
"Back in the old times you would take your goomah out on Saturday, and your wife on Friday." (not an exact quote, so shoot me). This will be my high-prolific night on the town with James Gandolfini. It would be perfect if we could get all Sopranos-ish with it, but I guess I'll have to settle for the actual guy. Humph. Oh well. Hopefully he's at least half as intimidating/overpowering (in a sexy way) as Tony.
back-up: Michael Imperioli
Sunday
Whoever I spend Sunday with has to be a keeper. This is the date that's most likely to start earlier during the day. So it has to be someone special. Enter Mos Def (Dante Smith). The one that can make me laugh, make me think, make me cry...
I would cook for him. Get all gourmet with it. (Using pointers picked up on my date with Emeril). We would go outdoors with the gourmet food. A picnic and what not. Then we would find some quiet, isolated lake and go fresh water fishing while not catching anything because we're jamming to Ella Fitzgerald and Bebe King, all the while scaring the fish away.
back-up:Talib Kweli basically, The Might Mos Def's brother by another mother.
the bullpen: Boris Kodjoe, Keanu Reeves, Craig David (I'm a sucker for the accent!), Lenny Kravitz, (Don't clown, dawg!), and many more!
.: posted by Princess Portia 4:20 PM
Monday, December 02, 2002
So this obsession with all things eggnog can't be healthy. I made eggnog cupcakes. EGGNOG CUPCAKES! What's wrong with me? I've always had that "wifey material" domestic vibe, but this is a bit much. It must be the weather.
So in my Intro to Social Science class we experienced the joy of learning that you're doomed, and the human race is screwed. Thanks Richard Rhodes.
I was thinking about my commitment issues today. Yes, I'm self-diagnosed, but my actions support my theory. Let's take my current association as an example. Dude is wonderful. I'm talking a keeper, and the feelings mutual. I mean, he bought me paper towels and toilet paper just because I mentoned a guest using half a roll! He listens! But...I find myself trying to find "red flags" or flaws. It's not that I want them to be there, I'm just so used to them being there. I'm talking warning signs jumping up in front of me and biting me on the nose. So I have to ask, is it really that right? Or is he just that slick? Stay tned for the next episode of Portia's Issues: We'll be conquering trust issues!
.: posted by Princess Portia 2:29 PM
paper products and more eggnog
I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving.
I've just had a really hard time putting my thoughts into words lately. Maybe when I "revamp" the site in a couple of days, but right now, it's like..zzzz. This is not at all to say that nothing interesting is happening. It's just drama-free interesting stuff. I've gotten my stalkers and persistant folk in check, I'm partakingin hella holiday recreation, I actually like someone that likes me, and it's time for finals...
.: posted by Princess Portia 10:08 AM
Tuesday, November 26, 2002
who said that?
I don't know who made yesterdays post. It was much too warm and optimistic to be me.
Ok, I know I left out some major info on the old dude Drew, but basically, I had to leave him alone after he showed me his hella psycho stalker possessive obsessive moving to fast tendencies. Now why, why, oh why, oh why? Did he call me at 4:52 this morning? And no, it wasn't a booty call type thing; it wouldn't fit under the terms of any type of association we've had. But since I was very asleep, I don't remember what he said. So I called him today to go off on him for calling, but to no avail. Dude doesn't want to get dirrty (xtina…Ha! Oh, by the way, her CD is pretty good) <--who said that?
So yeah, psycho old dude seriously needs to stop. I know people that know people. You better act like you know...Hee.
I have to mingle with the work folk tonight...this should be interesting...
.: posted by Princess Portia 4:48 PM
Monday, November 25, 2002
when it actually goes well
I was going to come and finish the story about psycho old dude, but I'm too elated to think about such trivial things. The whole man-whore thing goes wrong so often, that when it actually goes right, you're caught off guard. Which brings me to last night...
Does anyone remember the dude that works at K-Mizzle that I might have mentioned once or twice? The one that, just like me, has a Shakespearean name? Yeah, Mr. Clark. It's been so long since I just enjoyed talking to someone. Not debating, just having positive dialogue. It's not like most, "get to know you," phases where you ask the, "29 questions," and it's pretty cut and dry. I ask something, he answers, and it develops into interesting conversation. And the same goes in reverse. To actually look forward to hearing what someone has to say, and communicating so well...needless to say it's refreshing. And of course, the attraction is there, but it wasn't priority number one. In other words, he didn't try to hump my leg; he was more interested in seeing where my mind was. Don't get me wrong, I'm not gushing, I will remain levelheaded. It's just I usually bring all of my rants here, it's time for a rave. Ok, back to Mr. Mentally Stimulating. He's 6'4. You have no clue how good a thing that is. I love me some men that make me feel short. Now to be tall, smart, and give some of the best hugs all at once? Hmm. Much to many people's surprise, I'm a really affectionate person, so things like hugs are muy importante. So yeah, I was slow dancing to Otis Redding and Percy Sledge under a 3/4 moon by the bay. Sound out of character? You would be surprised. Yeah, the cynical, sarcastic Portia does get down like that, with the right inspiration.
I kind of felt though, like I was writing my own love story. I mean, with the scenery and all. I don't know. I'll just enjoy it before he gets psycho or dishonest on me. See...I'm still a pessimist!
.: posted by Princess Portia 11:09 AM
Tuesday, November 19, 2002
blech
Ok, so I was supposed to finish recounting the psycho unauthorized possesive drama I encountered. I will, I promise. And there's more!
.: posted by Princess Portia 5:41 PM
Monday, November 18, 2002
sketched
I really need to post more consistently to ensure that nothing important is forgotten. I hope all is well with everyone...
Last week I mentioned old guy from work that I was kind of getting acquainted with. That's off. Dude is crazy. And you know what? His name is Drew. No made-up witness protection program aliases. He doesn't deserve one. And that says a lot considering I've withheld the names of some of my least favorite people on here. Ok, but back to the drama. So me and old dude (Drew) hung out a few times this week. He's really nice, generous, and emotionally open. Too emotionally open. So yeah, we spent some time together last week, and Thursday when he asked me to stay over after dinner I rejected. He's not the type that I really have to worry about humping my leg while I sleep or anything, but he lives way out in Riverview (like a 20 minute drive) and I still would have had to go all the way back home before I had to be at work at 7:30 a.m. So I declined the offer. And he gets all whiny. So I explain to him that I can't make my self all available time wise now because there will definitely be days and nights when I'm not available, and rather than allow him to establish these unrealistic expectations now, he needs to understand and, "blah, blah, blah." So I can tell he's mad, but whatevs. So to throw icing on the cake, I tell him that I'll be in O for the entire weekend. SO he huffs and puffs some more, then I leave. To test the waters and see just how mad he was, when I got home I called to let him know I made it safely (so I could hear his tone). He's all mmhmm, ok, yeah. So I knew he was pissed, but could care less. I mean, he's not my boyfriend.
So all day Friday at work I don't hear from him (the days before he called like 5 times an hour...ugh). So this is yet another indicator of how he handles, "concerns." So I go on with my day and night. So at like 1 a.m. at The Caribbean, this club in Orlando, there's a song I don't want to dance to on, so like my drunken self, I send Drew a text message saying: "Just for clarif, RU pissed over some petty ish
...The next day, I have a text msg response from him saying: "I don't think you're feeling me like I'm feeling you. That's not petty, it's real. So I'm like ooooooooh goodness. Bruh wants to have, "that talk." (Isn't the girl supposed to be the one that wants to have that? And NOT after a week or less!) So I don't respond because frankly, I don't know what to say. So me and Tiffany go shopping, make some interesting purchases and as we're heading to the mall, Drew calls. Before I get to this part, let me add that Sprint has decided not to provide me with a signal in Tiffany's apartment. So anyone that called before I woke up and went out to my car was not acknowledged. So he calls all confrontational like saying, "oh so you're not answering my calls now?" And me being the defensive-never-to-be-talked-down-to-prideful-chick explained to him that he needed to chill with the Ike Turner ish and take into consideration who my PCS service provider is, and that I didn't have a signal in the apartment. (Not to mention that it was storming hellaciously, which was also a contributing factor. So then I try to tell him about my interesting purchase, which some guys would b al like, "oh hell yeah," about, and acknowledge it as a healthy purchase and a sign of comfort with self. But he gets all insecure little twit on me like, "what I'm not good enough for you?" Thus making this about him. See now, I could have been honest and been like, "well since you asked, no you're not. Our conversation wasn't long enough for me to see what's on your mind." (Heh, tm Sweetpea.) But I just blew off the oh so infantile question for such an old guy to be asking. I might have to make a random list of all the proper responses that could have been made. So I hurry up and terminate the convo before I go off on him.
Jump forward to around 8 p.m. Two problems here: If a female is out of town with friends, let her call you, don't call her. Usually when you go out of town, you have some mission or another, which means you’re not just sitting at home waiting for people form your home city to call. Ok, so he calls as I’m out driving around the streets of Orlando looking for food. He starts professing his freaking love to me! Now, in a situation where I had known someone for more than say 9 hours short of a week, this might have been sweet. But that mess was just sketchy. He doesn't even know me. And I'm not all into that jump into a relationship mess. Wow, he actually made me miss "Miami by way of Tallahassee," for a second. At least he wanted to allow things to progress healthily. So after Drew finishes his little spiel, I'm like, "umm thank you." "I'm speechless." "'K, bye, bye!" And for the record, this conversation with it's too much; too soon content is a major red flag to what happened last night. But my hand hurts, I'll finish the rest later.
.: posted by Princess Portia 9:35 AM
Thursday, November 14, 2002
busy much?
A few things...
Cigarettes are gross.
Old men can be sweet.
EGGNOG IS HERE!!!!!!!
All reggae clubs aren't so bad. I finally went to one where all the freaking, "dreads," weren't pulling on you and approaching you like it was their divine right to have your attention and phone number. One thing I don't particularly fancy though is how they never finish a song. It's cool when I do it in my car, (skip to the next some before the chorus even begins) but to hear, "buck, buck, buck, buck, buck," or whatever the hell they're saying, accompanied by loud overdramatic gunshot sounds right when you get into a song can be quite frustrating. So yeah, I chose to partake in the reggaerial pleasures of an establishment that's actually only a few blocks from where I live after being begged to by a co-worker. So why do I see like 4 people I no longer speak to, and end up getting into a, "scintillating conversation," with a dude from work??? He works in a different department, but still. So he's cool. Very cool. But in a round-about way I've already done the fraternization thing (Leroy Jenkins, though he's in the Gym and not actually related to the business), so it's like umm. But umm. I don't know. He smokes though, and that's gross. Not around me because I've clearly communicated that I've very anti-nicotine (unless I'm drunk, and we all know I don't drink) so he knows the deal. But I've had to get up from my desk more this week that ever... meeting old' boy in the lobby w/food for me, etc., etc. I hate when people try to spoil me, not realizing the monster they will resurface by doing so. Spoiled Brattica, mistress of the material world. I mean, I spoil myself enough as it is, I don't need these guys aiding and abetting this madness. But enough about that.
My computer is officially dead. However, I can't take Mookie to the doctor just yet because my pimp (TECO...Tampa Electric Company) has full claim on the money I would use to pay for it. Email me if you would like to make a donation. I promise I'll post more that once a week if you do. (*makes little sweet girl innocent pouty face*)
Let's talk about the whole, "playing house thing." Actually, let's wait until I get to work. I'll finish this post up there. Enjoy your morning!
ok...the playing house thing. Basically, when you're in a serious relationship, the, "I stay there, you stay here," thing is ok. But in moderation. When you're just getting to know eachother, there's absolutely no reason to be all up in eachother's residences 24 hours a day like you're payin rent. It's just not appropriate... there was more, but I forgot...
.: posted by Princess Portia 9:08 AM
Friday, November 08, 2002
...but only when mos def is out of town...
.: posted by Princess Portia 1:30 PM
Ok, so I know Common (sense) is like 40, but that's my new huuuuuuuuuusband. Man is gifted and has a traffic stopping smile? Hmm..
.: posted by Princess Portia 1:18 PM
MIA for the umpteenth time...
Hi there, my name is Portia. This is my online journal thing. I'm a scrub. I haven't been here in almost a week. Nice to meet you.
Dude, so much has not happened, and so much has happened, I don't know what to say, or where to start. Hmm. I guess I could break it down into life categories...
work: The usual...sitting across the way from Boqueesha, trying to master the art of sleeping with my eyes open, challenging myself daily to see how little I can do while getting paid (joke, I'm a hard worker, really, I swear!), and that's about it.
school: I'm doing well, things have slowed down in my Shakespeare class, so that's better. I have a couple of quizzes next week, but nothing extreme. Homecoming is this weekend, and in my so fair in vain efforts to be more sociable on campus, I'm going, but I'm not sure who with yet.
everything else: Let's see, this weeks weakest link was definitely Mr. Wal Mart. Bruh is fine as all hell, but there's seriously nothing up top. He's not ignorant or rude; he's just not the brightest bulb. Do you know how long it's been since I had to define a word for someone? (Not to mention a word that's an everyday word in my vocabulary). I just can't talk to him because it's pointless. I can't say that I've tried too much though, when he asks me something, or tries to spark up a conversation, I'll reply with the minimal words responses as he sits there staring, doing the side ways head thing Penelope does when she hears a strange sound. But he's so nice, open, and genuine, that I feel bad writing him off. He can just sit there and be pretty for a while. Oh, another thing about him, he likes to sleep almost as much as I do! So he's content with just passing out on my couch in the middle of the day while I go in my room and sleep in my bed. He's not a persistent leg humper, and did I mention that he's a hottie? Oh yeah, I did.
Umm, what else? Leroy Jenkins is still being Leroy Jenkins. It's a bit ridiculous, any day now I expect him to call and tell me that he's having my baby so we must be together. Heh. Yeah he would do that. Seriously though, we're cool. As long as he can avoid all the, "my Cherie amore," crap and just be content with our association simply functioning as a friendship it's all good.
Telly apparently left the universe for a week and then tried to be all, "back from outer space like." You know when you don't call someone for an extended period of time, and then they call you trying to lay it like, "sorry I didn't call," even though they did, and caller id had been in existence for years now. Really, I just forgot about him. Out of sight...out of mind. But when he is in front of me...
Wait, do I need to put in a disclaimer that these are all friends that just so happen to be fine, and that there is no sex in the champagne room? You should know better, but there you go.
Another one bites the dust...well actually the dust had been bitten for about a month (actions speak louder than words, so if I say one thing and do another, believe what I do...I know man, but I'm human...) but the dust biter apparently just realized it. I don't know how to say, "you just don't do it for me," in any other language but English, so you have to settle for that.
I actually wasn't sick this week, for once. I'm contemplating a trip to O this evening, but I don't know...but the Tiff is under the weather, and I have to go play sunshine for my, "bestest friend forever." I'm hoping for a fun weekend though. This week went really fast, and Monday I once again have to work on a bank holiday. But as long as they keep the double time and a half coming, I'm there.
Remember my god babies momma and her pretty pretty baby? Well, Miss Olivia is getting cuter everyday, and smarter (and bigger too!) She'll be six months pretty soon, and wow, time flies.
Umm...ok, that's all. Nothing more to see here. Have a stupendously wonderful weekend!
.: posted by Princess Portia 11:46 AM
Friday, November 01, 2002
the upper hand, "tea," and other ish...
I hate it when I have a kick butt title (and content) selected, but by the time I get in front of the PC it's all forgotten. Let's take a moment to discuss the, "upper hand." When you have it, it's all gravy train. But the moment you lose it, ish is rough. I'm talking I need jergens to smooth this mess rough. And as a female, it's amazing how quickly the upper hand can disappear from right under your nose. I mean you could have it for years, then with the slightest emotional faux paux, you lose it. And you immediately see/feel the difference. I'm talking in like nanoseconds. And it sucks. No need for details...watching other people go through this ish inspired me. But I know from past experience it can be hella traumatic. It's amazing how the smallest thing can make you bug over someone your words/thoughts/actions have clearly shown that you don't give a fuck about. And when that happens. You have lost the upper hand. And for a female. Once it's gone, it's gone. Don't believe the Morris Chestnut/Vivica A. Fox movie, "Two can play that Game." Guys can lose/regain the upper hand if they choose to endure and persevere. But the same does not apply to broadies. You lose it, you lose it forever. And you either a.) choose to suffer through a lose/lose situation (without the upper hand, you can't win, man!) or b.) recall what occurred to cause you to lose the upper hand and avoid that type of incident with all future associations. Shit really hurts the ego though. It's like whoa. But umm...what else was I going to discuss? Oh yeah, good drunk/bad drunk. But I'm sleepy now, so that'll be coming soon, in a post near you. Lates. Excuse the typos...I'll correct them in the am...the tea did it...not me.
.: posted by Princess Portia 12:49 AM
Wednesday, October 30, 2002
waah!
So umm, why am I sick again? Like last night, when I came back from getting some of my hair re-braided, my body totally shut down. And it hasn't started back working yet. I feel like hella weak. I'm thinking it was maybe the dramatic weather change form TN. to FL. or something. But I don't know, because I was never under exposed while I was up there... hmm. I want my bed, my mommy, and some of that, "good tea," that I no longer have the ingredients to make.
Apparently that thing I do when I think about someone for a bit then they call works. One of my favorite people that I haven't spoken to in forever (see a trend here? The people I actually care about are the ones that I suck at keeping in touch with) emailed me. So I'm a little sketched out. Why? Umm, don't ask please. I just am. You'll just have to smile, nod, and take my word for it. But yeah, it's kind of creepy how I've been, "thinking people into existence." Like Mr. Nice Guy. I told that story a while back right? How I was washing the dishes, hadn't spoken to him in decades, and he called out of the blue. For clarification's sake, these aren't former sp.’s that I haven't heard from in a while...I know how that game works, but yeah, these are/were non-scrumpers. Layers, man. But the whole Mr. Nice Guy situation I don't get. It's like why are some of the nicest/most attractive people so freaking boring? I mean, I'm compromise (ha!) on some things. But I don't care how wonderful you are, if I make a big, "oh boy," sigh before I answer the phone when you call, because I know you don't have ish to talk about, that's a bad sign. And I won't settle for that. There are too many people I could be talking to that don't call me to listen to me breath. Feel me?
So I'm trying to sweat out my fever at work...that's gross. I came up in here in a hoodie and some sweatpants. (I wish). But no, I do have on an excessively thick hoodie to keep me warm since of course I have a fever. I swear, I'm like a baby when it comes to fevers. I get them from headaches, stress, everything. And I'm pretty much a healthy person. No allergies, no cooties.
Ok, I really need to go do a Christmas layaway. I've finally learned that it's the smart way to do it. You know how you know when' you're getting old? When Christmas is exciting because of what you get other people. My mom says I should, "commit to a manwhore for the holidays." What an example huh? She says I should hook up right around now and break up right after V-Day. That's so wrong. I would never do that though. It’s better to have friends that you exchange gifts with not out of obligation, but because you just care and want to. Ok, enough of my " 'Tis the season," Hallmark crap.
All this typing... at least my hands still work...
.: posted by Princess Portia 8:23 AM
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
take me to another place...
Remember that, "Tennessee," song by Arrested Development? Well it's been in my head since I got back. Why you ask? Because I keep having to recount my trip. Not complaining, just whining. I have a fever, and I don't know why. I feel like I'm catching a cold again, and that makes absolutely no sense. I was just sick. Maybe I have scrump fever or something...no telling.
Ok, ok, fine, I'll tell you about my trip. I'm not feeling all floetic or anything because I just did like 6 essays at 5 this morning. Ok, so it was cold, but in a good way. I bought hella clothes. My moth is o.k. Dr. Y's wife and kid are cool as hell, and I'm like officially, "a family friend." The country music is easier to avoid that I anticipated. The clubs suck (even on TSU and Vande's homecoming weekends!) unless you're 4'9 742 lbs. with green and lavender weave. I'm not playing. And there were hotties. And they were sweating the fat Boqueesha chicks. Trauma, man. But the cab downtown was like 3 dollars, and I got to sport the sexy winter clothes. And the GAP in Green Hills Mall was showing me much love. And the J Crew with the $.85 panties. That's 85 cents, not dollars. I'm talking even the little cutesy sexylicious thongs. And the low rider one's for the low-rise jeans. SO yeah, basically I shopped, slept, ate, drank (water, man!), hung out in Borders while being sexually harassed by Vanderbilt guys, sexually harassed the Georgetown football team that was staying in my hotel, (Made for a more interesting continental breakfast...stop thinking nasty man!) finally got to see some freaking mountains, went to a gentlepeople's club, (jigga wha?!? I'm kidding man...they had a $16.00 cover, and I won't even pay $7.00 to get into a night club!), and I think that's about it... at least all that I think I'm going to share right now. I have a few interesting anecdotes, but I also have carpal tunnel so those will have to wait.
Whoa, so people like missed me while I was gone. My buddy Bacardi...umm...I mean Absolut, umm...I mean, "Dr. BB." .Yeah, that's your name now. At least as long as I remember. Congrats, you have received your first shout-out...unlike you I won't advertise the site until it exists though. Heh. :op
Ok, no more inside stuff. I need a nap, but my hair needs some attention as well, so I'll be heading over to the braid shop to get my, "kitchen mopped." Some of you will get that. All my brown girls and boys. Not trying to discriminate...just don't won't to elaborate on the nappilisciouness of the back of my head at the present moment...
I need a kiss. Ok, now this is going to sound weird, and maybe it's just a Portia thing, but have you ever had one of those moments where you just want to kiss someone new? Like, yeah, I know there's a, "person or two," that I could call that would be willing to oblige. But it's not fun if it's not that semi-nervous first-time kiss. But then you risk the trauma of their method of snogging being totally incompatible with yours. That, or you discover that people don't call them, "Hal," for no reason. Ok, blah, blah, blah...the attention span s going...going...gone.
.: posted by Princess Portia 4:32 PM
Wednesday, October 23, 2002
ugh It's almost Tennessee time! But we'll talk about that later. I'd like to take a moment to rant about this fool right up in the vicinity of my cube:
Boqueesha Jenkins: Ms. Jenkins, 22 year old mother of two, likes to spend her time clipping her toenails in her cubicle, giving herself a French pedicure in her cubicle (in a skirt), calling Dr.'s offices in South Florida to inquire about the price of butt implants/fat transfers, checking out the Department of Corrections website only to discover that the guy she has out driving her 3 months past due car payment car has a warrant for his arrest and has been convicted on multiple counts of grand theft, doing background checks on the guy she spends all her two little girls' diaper money on discovering that he's married, and just plain being lumpy and nasty.
Grrr...this chick makes my skin crawl...I have more to say, I'll be back...
.: posted by Princess Portia 2:11 PM
Tuesday, October 22, 2002
hee
Oh my goodness, that show crank yankers is still funny as ish...just thought I'd share that. Ok, that's all for now..I'll be back after a few sho...err seconds...
.: posted by Princess Portia 9:35 PM
Monday, October 21, 2002
jazz, sleep, and other stress relievers...
I finally got my archives page working like I want it to...we'll see how long that lasts. Since I haven't posted in like 48 years, I can't remember what I wanted to share. Thursday night I went out with the old devil's other ex-girlfriend/ "baby momma," and her new man. It was fun. Different, but fun. I swear it was, "girl's gone wild," up in that club. Too many "x’Ed out," females for my liking. I'm not used to girls trying to, 'give me suga." heehee. But yeah, I had fun. I haven't ralphed in a while, and let's just say fish is so un-sexy the second time around.
You know there's so much information available online. That mess is actually scary. You can find out who you know that's been arrested (too many) and what they were arrested for. Having had a confrontation with, "the man," over some mess I didn’t' do, and eventually having the mess dismissed, this somewhat annoys me, because technically, I was still arrested, so this crap is visible to whoever knows how to find it. Oh well, at least I didn't actually do anything. Seriously though, why couldn't I be on the for something exciting like, "lude and lucivious (sp?) Acts," or for public nudity or something. Nah, I'm not a criminal; I shouldn't be on there at all. But still...
You know, I'm usually pretty good at interpreting a man-whore's intentions...but some folks these days have a cloudy vibe around them. I'm not usually that girl that has some guy head over heels into her and she's completely oblivious. But it seems like that's the case now. Someone I thought was coming at me in a totally friend-like fashion has tried to kick to association up a notch and I'm like, "jigga wha?" I'm never that unobservant...freaking Shakespeare and Mass Communications crap is hogging all of my brain cells. Speaking of brain cells...nah, we won't go there.
SO lately I've been having this thing w/man smell. No, nothing gross...just the whole men's cologne/pheromone thing. And I find myself getting easily annoyed with guys w/no smell...who smell like just some white, "no harsh colors/dyes/scents," soap. Men should smell like something, just like women should. Some chicks want their men to be all Sean John'ed out (or whatever brand is big now...I don't pay attention to that crap), I just want a guy to smell pretty...err handsome. That’s definitely a much cheaper request. I seriously need to clean my room. Messy Room: The New Birth Control. Not really, but hmm. But yeah, I think subconsciously I'm trying to wait until I get my new bed (which I really should have already had). What I really need is a chest-of-drawres. Haahaa...she said drawers. I have waaaaaaaay too many clothes. '
SO 15 minutes and I've said like nothing of substance...gotta love it. I just have essay-writers remorse. It's like any thought/time/typing I put into this should be applied to the 4 freaking Shakespeare essays I have due. It’s almost Tennessee time! I've bought lots of sweaters, and taken all of my boots out of their boxes. I need to find my camera. mm..maybe I'll actually post some new pictures when I get back...I've been a scrub about that. What I really need to do is get my raggedy ass computer fixed so I can actually use my DSL and web cam. I'm so cheap when it comes to the important stuff though. I need to find some good-smelling computer knowledgeable dude to, "help me out." Hehe. You know, install a video card in my PCI slot. Increase my modem speed. Heheh. Ok, I'll stop.
Leroy Jenkins is seriously not getting it. But then, neither are some other people. We won't go there though. We'll stay on, "neutral territory. I don't know who gave Mr. Jenkins a memo that stated that flowers and food are the way to my heart (now you know good & well it's liquor and Buffalo wings...or not). But he keeps trying. I'm talking creepy. I have a feeling after this is all over and he finally gets it, we won't even be able to be friends. I just don't want what he's offering!
On a sexier note, I saw Mr. Sesame Street this weekend. I am officially going to ruin away with him and have 12 of his pretty little babies then kick him to the curb. Eww...just kidding. But no, he kicks hella ass...but I seriously just like looking at him. I can do without the phone conversations. Just sit there and be sexy. Is that wrong? Is it? Ok, I'm getting sleepy... Back to my nap...err work.
.: posted by Princess Portia 10:47 AM
Wednesday, October 16, 2002
once upon a time...
Before I get into my post, let me get this out of the way...yes I bought to American Idol CD, and yes I’m going to the concert...now shut up and stop laughing. Seriously, stop!
It's been a busy few weeks. Weekend included. Yeah, the weekend that began like five days ago and is now long gone...sorry man, I was, "busy." Hmm.this weekend. Whoa. It definitely was productive, eventful, and left a smile on my face. Tiffany came down on Friday and we hung out, went hot sauce shopping, and attempted to partake in some later evening recreation, but to our dismay, the social setting that was selected was catering to what appeared to be a more, "mature," crowd. So we went home and passed out. Saturday...umm...Mr. Jenkins is a persistant little fella. Not the bad kind though, the charming, flattering, "whoa there pickle!" type. But then there's Telly. Not Tally (like Tallahassee...actually it's Miami by way of Tallahassee, and that's not who I'm referring to). But yeah Telly...did I mention that that's his real name? You know, I'll start back calling him Sesame Street...less personal. But yeah, him. Interesting. Very, very, interesting. He's a very well mannered laid back kind of dude, which makes him all the more attractive. Oh! Have I ever mentioned Wal-Mart dude? He cracks my ish up... we're seriously just going to be friends. I love the Wally world whopping 10 % discount, and he smells good. Only thing is, he's a big movie person, and I am as well, but I'll watch it when it comes out on HBO...a girl has to get her money's worth. But no, he's my fishing buddy. Ok, enough about my male friends... wait, one more thing...nevermind.
So it's mid-term week and thus far everything is going smoothly. But then, my Shakespeare essays are due on the24th (or is it the 29th?), so next week will be, "the week." It's freaking 40 degrees in Tennessee this week! What if it gets colder before next Thursday?!? I have Florida Winter clothes, and I wasn't scheduled to buy my cute, high quality, so warm I can only wear it like 2 times in Florida throughout the entire cold season jacket for like another month. I went cold weather shopping last night...I figure this trip is a good excuse. I'm excited, all of my, 'cold weather boots," wouldn’t have been able to be pulled out the closet for another 2 months if I wasn't traveling. Maybe it'll snow. Does it snow in TN.? That would be hella amazing, what with me never seeing snow and all. I'm thrilled about this seeing mountains thing. I've never seen a big hill for goodness sake! Maybe while I was in Spain, but then, I was so young I wouldn’t remember anyhoo, and we don't have any pictures with hills/mountains/whatever in them. Dr. Y is an anal traveler, I can already see that. He's confirmed, reconfirmed, and confirmed again...but then, I'm not complaining...I appreciate his orderly attitude. I have another confession...I bought a used copy of the Spice girls CD with all the songs that aired on the radio. Shut up. Please. Don't remind me. It was only $5.00, and sometimes you want to sing some strange ish in your car on the way to work. Don't clown...
.: posted by Princess Portia 9:13 AM
Monday, October 14, 2002
Columbus Who?
0 Years
8 Months
6 Days
16 Hours
32 Minutes
27 Seconds
Until My 21st BIrthday!
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It is currently October 14th, 2002 7:27:33
So apparently today is a holiday. I'm at work. Getting paid double time and a half, but I would go home and sleep for free! I'm sure I"ll be back to post later since I have absolutely nothing to do but sit here an stare at my monitor for 10 hours. Ciao para ahora!
.: posted by Princess Portia 8:32 AM
Friday, October 11, 2002
Oh yeah, have a good weekend.
.: posted by Princess Portia 5:11 PM
ohhhmmmm
You know, I remember when I was a young wild sex kitten and would stay up until 3 a.m. living out all sorts of nymphomatic lush fantasies. Now I'm up until 3 playing Monopoly. Ain't that some ish? Hmm, back in the good 'ol days. It was fun though. I wonder if I would say that if I lost. Ah well. The Tiffany is coming to hang out tonight. "Like old times sake." We don't have any definite plans, but we dn't really need those. Who needs plans when you can sit around and (with slurred speech) say, "so what do you (hiccup) want to do?" with the reply, "I don't know, (burp) what do you want to do?" This continues until we end up lying opn our backs listening to the first 112 CD, or just falling asleep. Now that's good times, man. Seriously though, that's like old school story of our lives. I'm actually excited though. Just wish my kitchen were already clean. Amen for Greased Lighting (tm) and Dawn Ultra (tm). I am sooooo sleepy. Like, fighting off crankiness sleepy. So before this turns into some hellacious rant, I'm out.
.: posted by Princess Portia 5:11 PM
Wednesday, October 09, 2002
absentee ballots
You know, I though absence was supposed to make the heart grow fonder. I guess it's not always the case.
Whoa...Nelly. Umm Telly. Umm. Never mind. Can you say not only fine but charming and smart and successful and, and, and...let me stop gushing. You know, once again I've been neglecting some really awesome friends. And I've also been trying to neglect some not-so-happening people. I just want to sleep. Well somewhat. I've pretty much come to terms with the fact that I'm going to be exhausted until I retire.
Have I mentioned yet that I hate when people outside of family (between 11 am and 7 p.m.) show up unannounced? I don't care if your come, "bearing gifts," it still makes me sick. I just thank God that some of the people currently rotating around my planet either don't have transpo or don't know how to get to my apartment...there would be some serious awkward/dramatic situations. But back to what I was saying. So I go to work at 7:30 a.m. on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. So as I mentioned a few days ago, Leroy Jenkins has regained his insanity and is harassing me again. So I was nice and tried to have a friendly conversation with him the other day, and I was talking mess about my schedule and how I need to by some more Boost shakes or something because I never have time for breakfast so I'm sick by lunch time. Ok, So when I step out of my door this morning, Guess who is out in the parking lot with Denny's take-out for me? If you guessed Mr. Jenkins you're the grand prizewinner! Now yes, this was a sweet gesture, but umm...scary. And I still had my sleepy-man voice. So of course I wasn't at work at 7:30, once again. But it's cool since no one gets here until 8:30.
I had to step away from this post for a minute to go get a flu shot. This is my first one, so I was all clueless. I'm feeling a little lightheaded/blurred vision right now, but I think I'm fine. I can’t believe they actually make you hangout in there for like 20 minutes after you get the shot to make sure you don't have a, "reaction." Creepy. Speaking of creepy, I need to start planning my costume for our costume contest at work...
There was something else I was going to say, but of course I forgot...
.: posted by Princess Portia 1:53 PM
Tuesday, October 08, 2002
free stuff!
My dentist, "Dr. Y," who I happen to be madly in love (lust) with (but not really) has a test for certification to open up his own practice, and he needs someone he can do an extraction on... I just so happen to have a wisdom tooth that's perfect for the job, so I get to go to Nashville with him (all expenses paid for a thurs-sun), plus he's paying me $200.00 for helping him out...not to mention I get to be rid of this wisdom tooth...that'll be 2 down, and the 2 impacted one's (ugh) to go! It's going to be me, him, and one of his nursing assistants.
You know, last night I could have sworn I edited this, but I guess not. I said some other stuff, but I forgot.
.: posted by Princess Portia 5:30 PM
Sunday, October 06, 2002
wait...one more thing...why oh why oh why did Leroy Jenkins call me today?? Why does he still have my number? Why was he trying to see me? Why did he say the "R" word? Ugh.
.: posted by Princess Portia 9:53 PM
just give me the light...
That last post? Umm...you see, "what had happened was..."
Not a bad weekend, if I may say so myself. HBO on Demand is like the greatest thing in the t.v. world besides the Food Network. You can order all of HBO's shows and a couple of movie premiers for one flat rate a month. Since my basic cable is included w/my apartment, can afford the splurge. So I watched all of season 4 of Sex and the City today... that can't be good for you. Wohoo...there are some hellafied hotties at Saturday hotel conferences. Have you ever noticed that the finest guys have the strangest names? It's all good though...even in Telly is a name of a character from sesame Street with a face/smile/physique like ol' boy's his name could be Dinkley Doo for all I care. Mmmt Mmmt Mmmt Mmmt Mmmt. Beautiful.
Moving right along...
Why am I feening for some Taco Bell. When does that happen? Oh yeah, I remember when.
"This is your brain...this is your brain on...umm.. "tea." Any questions?
Ok, this post is becoming more, and more pointless by the moment. Hope it was a good for you as it was for me. Be easy...
.: posted by Princess Portia 9:49 PM
Saturday, October 05, 2002
shaving while inebriated and other things girls shouldn't do
umm...howdy doody doody readers. What a weekend this has been thus far. You'll have to excuse any inability to interpret portions of this post...(at least until I spell check on monday) cuz umm..."jolly ranchers," are not so bad. So yeah. It's getting hot in herre, and I'm not too long from the other part of the lyrics, but I had some ish on my mind. Or did I???
Umm...sometimes we do things and say things that are definitely the best for us as far as meeting our needs/acheiving our goals...but at the same time...the discarding of those options or eliminating those things isn't necessarily always a comfy procedure. For lack of a better means of communication, it sucks. I know whats best for me...and when I see that something doesn't fall into that, "best for me," category, I usually leave it alone....but what if it's not that easy??? What if I'm a selfish sumonobich and would rather suffer through some drama that share something that even though I only partially wanted, I did want it at least alittle bit?? That's what I wanna know. Umm..next subject...the ner India.Arie is awesome. Chick couyld seriously like just represent me if I lost all ability to communicate for myself...she is so in my head. ...That's all for now..to be continued on a less inbriated note....toodles...
.: posted by Princess Portia 3:34 AM
Tuesday, October 01, 2002
silly, silly, Portia
Oh goodness. I have a cold. Or the West Nile Virus. Either way it sucks. At least I have an excuse to drink orange juice. What else was I going to say??
.: posted by Princess Portia 4:47 PM
Monday, September 30, 2002
the miseducation of Portia D.
Don't let the witty remarks, ally macbiel like neuroticisms (is that a word?) and Kool-Aid smile fool ya, this girl's got issues just like the rest. Ugh, I have a hard time typing UN-proper English. Correction: this girl has issues, similar to many other females.
Now that we've gotten that out of the way... Seriously though, I got hella sleep this weekend. Went with a good friend to pick out her wedding dress, and actually studied a little. Me-time kicks butt. No need to worry though, I won't be lacking much of that. I was thinking...maybe I'm just too selfish to pursue a long-term association with anyone. Really though, it just freaks me out to see lot's of red flags (warning signs) that a situation has the potential to be high drama (and the bad kind of drama at that!) and full of stress, and anxiety and anguish and tears, but still jump into it. I seriously don't see the logic in that. I don't care how good the head is. Umm...disregard that. I don't care how, "intriguing," and interesting the person may be...great white sharks and poisonous snakes are interesting too, but you don't see me jumping into a pool with them now do ya?
Don’t get me wrong, this is not to say that I expect a relationship/relationship pursuit to be perfect and without stress.... That would be silly and unrealistic. I mean, when you get with someone, growth is supposed to occur...and growth is never comfortable. Imagine gaining 50 lbs. but still trying to squeeze into your old jeans.... That mess would hurt right? See you grew, you have different needs in your jeans. Before you only thought about who else had the same pair of jeans, and how cute the jeans would look on you. Now you ask things like Does the dye run? Will these last a long time? Does the stitching flatter my butt? Are they within my budget? As you grow, your priorities change, and your wardrobe needs to change with those priorities. That doesn't mean that because certain things don't fall into your list of priorities that you don't care about them, you just have to stay focused on your growth and goals. There are hell layers to that whole spiel dude. I don't expect everyone to understand. Could care less really, but I just had to put that out there.
My motive is not to hurt or anger anyone, ever. I'm not trying to be like that chick in sweet November (even though it is one of my favorite movies) and just dance in and out of people's lives. That would be cruel. I couldn’t tolerate someone doing that to me, so I definitely wouldn’t put those types of vibes out there. When I'm open enough to provide an explanation as to why I've, "got to go," that makes you special. Some less important people don't even get goodbye. For the record, I do try to keep my life as UN-soap-operary (another homemade word) as possible. This is so not As the Portia turns or My So Called Life even...though Jordan Cattelano did have it going on.
"So what the hell is your point, Portia?" My point? Don't be afraid to try, but when you only see bad vibes in the future, don't be afraid to say goodbye. If it's truly meant to be, something will happen, and there you'll be again. Otherwise, learn from the situation, embrace the positive vibes, and let them inspire you to pursue your own dream of greatness. Ok, so I know it's kind of Hallmark, but that’s where my heart is today. Saying I'll never go to Miami by way of Tallahassee isn't an easy statement, but the one that makes the most sense for me right now...
.: posted by Princess Portia 1:35 PM
Friday, September 27, 2002
speechless
There's some serious writers block going on. Actually, I'm just too tired to type out a complete thought. This was an interesting week, not as much sleep as I would have liked. But you know, when you're saving the world from misconceptions of your, "issues," you're too busy for sleep. Men's cologne is a wonderful thing. Give me that, some carbs, and 8 hours of sleep and I'll be a happy girl. I seriously have no motivation today. I'm not, "Perky Portia," but then, I'm not, "pissed Portia," either. I'm just here...longing for my bed. Ok, nothing more to say right now, when I get the time, I have some stories...but later.
.: posted by Princess Portia 11:38 AM
Wednesday, September 25, 2002
umm
I'll post a thought later...I promise.
.: posted by Princess Portia 5:21 PM
Monday, September 23, 2002
revelation or revolution?
Hee, I love making titles that imply that this will be a thought-provoking post, only to talk about nothing. I feel like stir-fry crap today, but hey, it's Monday! Wait, that's a bad thing. I made a new chicken last night, so at least I accomplished something. "Chicken con Queso. It sucks that every time I try to create a new dish, or a variation to a dish, I have to write everything down as I go, just to make sure the recipe is accurate. It gets annoying, but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do to get what you want.
I don't know if I mentioned this before, (for those whose brain transitions slowly, this is a new topic) but I have a new friend that works at Wal-Mart. Why didn't I think of this before? Even if it's only like a 20% discount...its Wally World man. I think I found the bedding set I want, the only problem is that if I buy some 350 thread count sheets and a $100.00 comforter, there will be no scrumping on the queen's throne. Nah man, you have to prioritize. Get your money's worth.
I am completely exhausted, and oh so sick of being that way. I could have sworn I got at least 7 hours of sleep. Grrr. It's the freaking sun. The minute I step outside, it sucks up all of my energy, leaving me dry and lifeless, left to struggle through the day with no fuel, my body running roughly like a car with an empty gas tank...
I know, a little dramatic, but I want to sleep. I would go straight home from work and not go to class, but unfortunately I have that, "be responsible," thing going on...ugh.
So, let's see, what drama is there in my life right now? Interestingly enough, not much. I have some bridges that just won't burn, but that's the norm. And yet other bridges that apparently need to be burnt using industrial size products, since apparently my little 7-eleven lighter doesn't seem to be working. Whoa...I fell asleep staring at the screen...these braids come in handy!
Ok, came back to finish. I usually try to avoid posting on interesting exchanges so soon after they occur, but hey, who says I'm consistent? Ok I won't. Keeping in mind that what I'm about to say is completely un-related to my last sentence, I have an analogy for you:
Ok, so say you've decided that you have a tooth that needs to be pulled, but you know it isn't going to be comfortable, so you set to making plans to get the tooth pulled with as little pain to your gums (anbesol, timing of your appointment, etc.) And then one day before you actually go in to the dentist to get your tooth pulled you're cruising along on your skateboard (do people still skateboard?) and you roll over a pebble and flip and fall...and Oh My! That darn tooth came out! Yeah, it might not have been exactly on your terms, and you didn't get to have as much control of the pulling as you had anticipated...but hey, you wanted it out, and it's out!
What's the point you ask? Umm...good question. But basically that though you can't have control over how and when things happen...they will happen. So don't stress out over it, don't sweat the incidents involving dispensable peo...stuff. Oh! And communication is very important. If you have to get a tooth pulled that seems perfectly clean and without cavities, (though sometimes you don't see the cavities until the X-ray!) don't be afraid to explain to the dentist why you want it removed, so they don't think you're some type of crazy hypochondriac. There's always a method to your madness. If the tooth had ears/feelings they might be offended, but hey, this is about you and your gums, not the pesky tooth!
.: posted by Princess Portia 10:13 AM
Saturday, September 21, 2002
chillin'
It's been a while since I've been able to just sit at home and enjoy my apartment. Maybe not that long, but after this week it feels like it's been months. So today, after I ran some hellafied traumatic errands, I just wantd to come home and chill. Which I pretty much did. But why do I feel bad about it? not bad, but it wasn't a peaceful chillin in peace because I've almost been made to feel like I have to be held accountable for my chillin. Yes, sometimes I can be a distant, antisocial icequeen, but dude, everyone just wants to have some, "me," time, every so often, and shouldn't have to feel guilty. I was supposed to go to my girl's Tvol party, but my mom bamboozled me into partaking in some shopping, she knows the grocery store is my weakness. I amost broke down and bought some Emeril's "essence," but decided to put it off. While sitting there having this deep internal debate in the spice aisle, the clock kept ticking, and eventually it was like 4:30. So Kates (can I say that???), if you're reading, sorry I didn't make it, I'll have my, "people," call you and set up some make-up chill time, since it's been since like 1981 since we hung out. Hope you had lots of inebriated fun for me...
Umm, what else was I going to say??? Oh, my dog has completely lost her mind, and decided to partake in the taking of a crap under my bed. I had to take her to my mom's house to avoid having the ASPCA called on me for keeping her locked up all night. I really should stop taking it personally when she has an, "accident," dang dog cost too much to make, "mistakes." Umm, not that it came out of my pocket, so I guess I shouldn't use that rationale`. But umm...I guess I'll go watch HBO now. Night.
.: posted by Princess Portia 9:22 PM
Friday, September 20, 2002
grr
ok, so while I get this archive carp figured out, there will be no access to my old crap...well there's a link to the list of archives, but that's ugly, and not how I wanted it...thank you for your patience.
So how's my day going? Umm...it's going. Been testing out the waters on those, "commitment issues," see how deep I can go before I drown. Whoa...quadruple meaning. Seriously though, I'm just working, studying, and hoping for a chance to sleep in between. I seriously need to do my dishes. Why oh why don't I have a dishwaser?? Speaking of apartment crap, I'm glad I only got a 7 month lease!
.: posted by Princess Portia 4:58 PM
Thursday, September 19, 2002
dude, I've been having hella drama with my page...you might notice some eensie weensie changes...or if you were unlucky, you came up in here when I had some lime green ish going on...glad it's working again, but of course everything I wanted to say has escaped me!
.: posted by Princess Portia 1:37 PM
Tuesday, September 17, 2002
where in the world are all of my archives??? Grrr...
.: posted by Princess Portia 5:21 PM
java city
Dude, I'm drunk. Ok, I'm not, but I consumed a frothy chocolatey coffee-based substance that contained 5 shots of espresso, and a piece of red bull cake. So umm. Attention span. Must focus. I feel so fluffy and dizzy and jitted umm I mean jittery. Inhale...exhale...this is fun. Not to mention the cornizzle lizzle that my classmates forced upon me in our, "study session," at 11 am this morning. What a day. I need a hug. But as I always say, "not with a side of penis." I'm feeling quite affectionate this week...I wonder why. Wait, no I don't. It's that darn girl thing sneaking up on me, making me have feelings and what not. What was I saying? Oh yeah, garlic. Wait, no. When does SATC (Sex and the City) and Def Poetry, and the buried under (is it 6 feet under?) come on? Yes, I could just, "check my local listings." But that's not going to cut it. That means I have to buy a t.v. Guide, or try to skin the small print in the store, or watch the preview channel within 2 hours of when I think it's coming on. But yeah, I'm on the coast, in Tampa, look it up and email me someone...please. Thanks. Ok, I can't waste my espresso high in front of my computer...I think I'll leave work a few minutes early and umm.go buy a coffee grinder or something. I'm adickted. Addicted. A dick. Tom, Dick, and Harry. Dick Tracy. Moby Dick. What name is it again that has the, "dick<' nickname? Dominic? Bob? William? Not knowing is killing me. Or not, but hey, overdramatization is good for your soul on Tuesdays. Ciao.
.: posted by Princess Portia 5:17 PM
Monday, September 16, 2002
inventory
So today I was thinking about...what else...me. And I started to do an emotional inventory. You know what I realized? How long it's been since I was truly in love/infatuated with someone. Yeah there's lot's of lust, but all that warm fuzzy stuff...I don't know if I have it anymore. If I do...it's being quite turtle-ish. It'll act like it's going to appear, then at the first sign of danger, (in this case, drama, the requirement for extra effort) it hides again. I just haven't encountered anyone that I'm willing to put forth the effort with. And that sucks. Maybe I don't put enough focus on people's positive traits. Hmmm. But yeah, not that I necessarily want someone to come along that I could love...life has so few dramas when you're not in love. Yeah, it has its pros, but that mess is scary. I guess I'm just too emotionally aware. Maybe if I could be oblivious to the, "red flags," in a situation...but I'm not, so I burn bridges. With a quickness. Ask some of the great guys I no longer speak to...I just can't put in the, "work," it requires to build a relationship...at least not right now. But then, I'm over my shallow meaningless lustin' it up with manwhores phase as well. I wan hugs and the comfort of doing nice things for a guy without the fear of being taken advantage of. I want to have complete faith and trust and everything that comes out of the person I care for's mouth. I want to be able to look at a person and no that regardless of what happens, I will love them, fearlessly, and with all that I have. And umm...I know the "economy" (I'm not speaking of money and sticks, but dudes, its an analogy idiot). Is struggling right now, but the selection of "quality," material is umm...lacking, to say the least. Or maybe it's a Tampa thing. But Lard’s only end up in unrequited love dramas. And I just got my karma back in my favor, so don't put me in that situation. But so yeah, love and relationships and all that floral crap are nice, but I can't handle the responsibility. And these lame-O’s in my stable are definitely not sweeping me off my feet. One day folks will learn that what you have to offer in the bedroom is not synonymous with the effect they have on me emotionally. Seriously now, I'm too old for that, "We scrumped now I love you," crap. Puh-Leez. But umm, yeah...happy birthday, Mr. President. Florida still sucks as elections. We should be banned.
Make us move to Atlanta if we want the right to vote...it's those darn old people, making us all look cenial! Or is it senile? Penile? Ha. I'm sleepy. Pray for my best friend, even if you've never prayed before. I love you Tiffany, and I know everything will end up perfect.
Good night all. My hair hurts. Did I mention that my hair is braided again? This was an, "I need a hug," post...please disregard.
.: posted by Princess Portia 10:10 PM
Friday, September 13, 2002
Last night in class I learned that I can handle constructive criticism, but not from illiterate people. That stupid relationship letter I had to write had to be critiqued by 4 other people, so I printed out a copy for each person, and we exchanged papers. ("Show me yours and I'll show you mine!) So The Nervous Nose...that's what we'll call him. I see some serious social anxiety issues there; bruh needs some Paxil. But ok, that's not the point. While typing my paper an hour before it was due, I made sure it was grammatically correct (outside of the Internet, I'm quite the grammatically inclined one!) I indented my paragraphs (that sounds like some 3rd grade ish), but they weren't very, umm," dramatic." (I should have tabbed and I spaced). So before I gave everyone his or her papers I noted in the top right corner, "Final draft will have correct indention’s, am aware of the need." I also didn't double space. I don't type many papers at work, so i didn't have it defaulted to double space, and I wasn't really paying attention. So I also noted in the upper right hand corner of the paper that, "I am aware of the need for double-spacing." So the nervous nose, in bright red ink (if you’re not a professor, you shouldn't use a red pen for editing, it's implies authority and knowledge, which TNN didn't have) does all the cutesy little paragraph editing marks and writes all big, "you need to double space." And proceeded to change all of my, "cant’s," to "can note’s." I don't know who told this ESOL punk (umm no offense to anyone I guess) that breaking it up into 2 words makes more sense, but the whole point of conjunctions is simplicity without being simple. Dummy. SO the other 3 people that edited my paper found like nothing. And whoa Nelly, the nervous nose had some serious, "I'll use every cliche` known to man to get my 500 word count even if it doesn't makes sense and is grammatically atrocious," action in his paper. But had the nerve to make all those, "suggestions," on my paper. Humph. Ok, I'm finished venting. It's time to go for my liquid lunch. Ciao for now.
.: posted by Princess Portia 10:48 AM
Thursday, September 12, 2002
oh the trauma
I am not speaking to myself for the rest of the day. I have on an 8 a.m. outfit with 7:45 p.m. shoes. How did this happen? Spontaneous shopping? I needed some black strappy shoes, unlisted had some at an affordable price for my out of the blue shopping moment, so I bought them, along with an, "I'm a sexy professional," outfit, threw it on, and went to work. So I'm sitting here looking at the shoes, analyzing them how I normally would in store, and I realize that though you can't tell because they're not shiny, the material of the shoe is SATIN. Or something that feels very much like it. To sum it up, after 5 dinner party/date/formal outing shoes. Not business casual but dressy enough to wear in an interview or meeting type clothes. It's all that darn pit-bull that bit the hot water heater upstairs' fault. Oh, they're getting evicted by the way.
.: posted by Princess Portia 5:02 PM
Wednesday, September 11, 2002
some twilight zone crap
ok..so where was I on September 11th last year? I was practically living in the Howard Johnson near Busch Gardens because my apartment was flooded hanks to the hot water heater busting in the apartment above mine...
ok, so what am I doing right now on September 11th? Sloshin through my flooded house taking pictures of everything damaged because the hot water heater in the apartment above me bust What the hell man?? This junk is not only eerie, but frustrating as hell. My apartment is now going to be quite funkdified, any studying I was planning is out the window...I mean, who can study when they have to swim to get to their toilet, and their freaking perishables have perished?? Yeah, there's going to be some serious grocery reimbursement going on...that or someone's lease will gt to be broken without penalty...yeah...I'll take it there. What's REALLY messed up is that my renter's insurance isn't active until the FREAKING SIXTEENTH! Yes, I know that's next Monday. Yes, I know what that means. Really there's not any permanent damage that I've spotted as of yet, except for my blow dryer and one of my curling irons. (I knew I shouldn't have left that in the floor int he bathroom.) Oh, and my zebra print nightie was in the floowr in the bathroom...now it must be disposed of. Who can wear somethign that was swimming in someone else's hot water heater water juices? I'm quite irate... quite, quite quite. ANd I mean, my apartment already stays at 65 degrees, with the wet floor it's Antartica. so yeah, 1/3 of my apartment is flooded...and I'm online complaining about it...shoot me...please.
.: posted by Princess Portia 10:31 PM
sporadic loneliness is not synonymous with desperation
...And that's all that needs to be said about that.
Ok, so it's September 11th and I'm overwhelmed with guilt due to the fact that I didn't lose anyone this tragedy, so though I'm saddened by this, do I have the right to dwell on it? Do I have the right to cry, even though this is not in the least about me? Do I have the right to be annoyed when others are completely oblivious to the entire situation, since as previously stated, I wasn't a victim? This sucks, and it's hella overcast and rainy, and I just want to go home and watch non-September 11th related mindless crap on t.v.
About this high alert thing...whatever. Did our, "intelligence," groups have us on high alert this week last year? The whole point is that they didn't know, so how now, all of a sudden, are they so, "aware?" (Or is it just paranoia?) I can't wait until it's tomorrow.
Ok, enough of that. I've been kind of numb with my posts lately, but I do have some things on my mind. Let's talk about one of my favorite subjects: persistance and a lack of perceptiveness. I'm going to put a little hypothetical scenario on the table for you:
If every time you call someone, their tone is, to say the least, not enthusiastic, do you fool yourself into thinking that they're just an Eeyorish type person? (Despite the fact that this is obviously not true based on their tone/demeanor in situations not involving you). Or do you eventually catch on, (and figuring this out should NOT take a month or more!) realizing they really don't want to talk to you? See, now I might sound like some bad, evil, not nice person, but really now. The problem I have with excessive persistence is that if it's pretty obvious that the interest isn't mutual, you don't get all Steve Urkel (with his lovely jaleel white self) and, "kick the harassment up a notch," you step away, and call it a loss, and move on to someone that appreciates your presence. If you call someone at decent times of the day (during the week and weekend) and they a.) Never answer their phone, and when they do, sound like they didn't know it as you until they hear your voice and switch to Eeyore mode, or b.) Never return your calls, or never make the effort to call you...They aren’t Interested in Talking to You.
Now this doesn't mean that you're an awful person. You could just have an awful voice (I'm talking skin crawling here), or not be talking about anything interesting. (Don't you DARE call me excessively, and then just be like, "so what's up.") And since I'm sure there's some people on here that talk on the phone to people they meet online, let me go ahead and throw in the, "I've never met/seen you in person, you might look like Vin Diesel or Chris Rock (not attractive), so I'm not really comfortable trying to have in depth conversations with someone I don't even know that I'm interested in yet," situation. There’s lot's of factors. But please, please don't kid yourself into thinking that I don't call back because I'm just "soo" busy. Granted, I am, but if I like you enough, I make at least a little time. Speaking of which, when are they going to put call block on cell phones? Oh, I do have to clarify one thing, some people I just don't call back because they don't leave messages, which means you weren't calling about anything important, so I'll catch you next time...
Have I mentioned lately that for the moment I heart Sprint? Yeah, they're doing they're job for once. Let's see how long it lasts. I'm so tired of being sleepy. (What a play on words!) It's taking forever for me to adjust to this schedule. I really should go to bed earlier, but all the interesting stuff occurs at or after 10 p.m.
What else do I want to rant about? Oh goodness, the dude in the cube near me just started jamming some Amazing Grace, can this day BE any more depressing? I want my bed.
.: posted by Princess Portia 10:40 AM
Monday, September 09, 2002
argghhh
See, not THIS is why I wasn't in a rush to get a bigger tv. When your screen is the size of a computer monitor, you can walk by with your books and not think about what's on, but with the 27/29 inch, whatever it is...you just have to turn it on and see what's on. I'm supposed to be reading a play right now. Well i am. I'm reading the play, and the spark notes, trying to get this junk to actually make sense to me. It's been a while since my brain was in pain, but, umm ouch. And then I'm supposed to be leaving or making plans to leave in a bit for an ummm...study session, yeah, that's what it is. But I'm already walking around deleriously sleepy and dumb feeling with my eyes crossed...any extra studying could only hurt my current situation. See, right now it's like chilled jello, it's stil a little shaky, but the information has solidified in the mold. Now turn on the heat, and that mess is going to melt and liquefy and turn into a sticky juice again. Ewww, you so nasty! Ok, back to Shakespeare. HELP ME!
.: posted by Princess Portia 11:46 PM
oh, it's Monday already
Well I hope everyone had a spectacular weekend. Obviously mine was interesting enough to keep me from posting over the weekend. Hey...let me dream. Let's see, PG13 version...I watched some television., grilled some seafood, bought some boots, went to Wally World, studies excessively, and blah, blah, blah.
I think I'm ready to get my hair braided again...then I can sleep until 10 minutes before I need to leave the house. With my current schedule, that's a beautiful thing. Last week everyone in my office put in on a Lotto pool thing, since it's up to 85 million. I completely forgot, and didn't watch the drawing, and have no clue what numbers were drawn, but no one is here yet...hmm, maybe they're all already up in Tallahassee...dividing my "cut." Oh, sweet precious dreams. And of course I can't look the numbers up online since anything that implies gambling is blocked by our super-secure server. Grr. Seriously though, I don't think we won, it's just fun to imagine. But I guess I’ve learned that I should watch the news more.
Don't you hate when you wake up sore and you don't know why? When you feel like you ran a 5k race in your sleep? And for like a second you panic that you're dying or getting old...then you remember...heh, heh, heh. Umm...shut up. Have a good day!
.: posted by Princess Portia 8:24 AM
Thursday, September 05, 2002
Coronizzle Lizzle
La cerveza de corona es malo para tu.
Umm what? That was my public service announcement. Just because I'm so special. You know, burning bridges is more fun that I anticipated. I'd burn more, but I don't have many left. Why am I still awake when I have to wake up at 6? Insanity I tell ya, insanity. You know how I think most female on male murders are caused? Withholding of the ...umm...you know. Seriously, think about it. When is a woman most manic? When her hormone levels are high, right? And the anticipation of scrumpage can definitely raise those hormone levels. Enough of this increase and decrease of the hormones can make a woman crazy ("I think my Dad's gone crazy!"). Just something I had time to analyze while I should have been reading my mass comm. crap. You know...avoiding learning and what not. Ok, I've got a case of late night carpal tunnel (that sounds dirty!) night.
.: posted by Princess Portia 11:26 PM
and stuff like that there
Congrats, Kelly Clarkson, you get to have to crapaliscious songs on your CD!
Moving right along...
I am officially 40. Freshmen boys are beginning to become attractive. Although I have 500 pairs of jeans, I have 600 pairs of black pants, and prefer to wear those. I'm talking on Saturday's and ish. I go to yard sales con mucho frequencia. I watch "WE: Women's Entertainment." and like it. I'm more likely to stop on VH1 than MTV, unless there's some actual show on TV. This is bad man. Very, very, bad. Next thing you know I'll be shopping for Martini glasses at Pottery Barn... umm...nevermind, I did that on Monday!
I am seriously having withdrawal. Withdrawal from what you ask? Umm...bagels. Yeah, that sounds good. It's been a few since I had a really fresh bagel with whipped strawberry cream cheese. Thanks for asking.
You know, I'm feeling Eminem's song w/him singing...hmmm. Whoops! A.D.D is kicking in. Toodles!
.: posted by Princess Portia 4:27 PM
Tuesday, September 03, 2002
oh...I upgraded to the digital cable package (HBO, Skiniman, etc.) Flicks with plots, here I come! Hee!
.: posted by Princess Portia 2:53 PM
Selectively MIA
Ok, so I had a wonderful weekend of shopping and practicing the culinary critic gig at Bennigans. (I've never really been to impressed by their menu). Is it considered breaking plans if the plans are never confirmed? I don't think so, but I have to ask. You know how when you're really, really busy, and you have old friends and family, and brand new friends vying for your time? Well with me, it's easier to, "postpone," events with the brand new friends because there’s less of a risk of wasting your limited time with people that you already know. So anyone that feels like they got stood up, don't. The plans were never confirmed, and you have no rank. It's kind of like when you've been to a Doctor's office before, just walking in is still discouraged, but because you've been there before, it's pretty much ok. Umm that's the worst analogy of the day, but you get what I'm saying. Let me break it down one more way:
Rank (previous encounters, established friendship/interest in the establishment of a friendship) = priority scheduling.
I think that's pretty clear. But you need not be discouraged folks; it's all in the weather.
Burdines is my new best friend, well Burdines and my amazingly beautiful wonderful stupendous sleigh bed. It's awesome. Maybe I'll actually sleep in my room now. I haven't had any guests from out of town in a while. Wait, what am I talking about? Jacksonville was here like last weekend. Umm...well, I'm talking really from out of town, like out of Florida or something. Like Alaska. Do i even know anyone in Alaska? Let me think.
Blah.... Blah.... Blech!
I'm sure there are all kinds of amazingly interesting tidbits I'm forgetting to mention about my weekend, but I've read 2 Shakespeare and a Sophocles play in one week, so the brain is a little sore. Woohoo $80.00 books.
.: posted by Princess Portia 2:51 PM
Friday, August 30, 2002
one big fat yawn
{Chandler Bing voice}Could I BE any more exhausted?{/Chandler Bing voice}
This week seriously kicked my butt. First week of classes (8 a.m. classes at that!) And the days I don't have a.m. classes, I still had to be to work by 7:30, not to mention night classes that don't end until 9 p.m. My weekend is already, "chock full of excitement," so I really won't be able to sleep until Sunday afternoon. I'll probably sleep Labor Day away. You know, I love holidays on which I don't have to work but still get paid, but at the same time, if it weren't for this freaking "holiday," I would get my, "net check," back sooner. Oh no, now I have to wait another 24 hours. No-mail holidays suck. But no-work holidays are awesome. Hmm...I'm torn. I came to work looking like a straight "grunge," chick. Baggy behind green/khaki pants, a USF shirt, and some bag lady hippie chick hat. Did I mention that I have school spirit this year? I miss wearing ribbons and painting my body in school colors. Ok, moving right along.
Seriously though...I'm going to pass out in the middle of the day. I have absolutely no energy. I fee like I ran the Boston marathon or something...yeah it's that bad. Last night I was up until 2 doing this girl's hair for her senior pictures....my good deed for the month. oh! I came home and had a love note from my friend whose getting married in May. No one leaves me sweet notes of appreciation on my door. She made my day.
There was something else I wanted to say, but I have to save my energy to try to make it through this day. Happy Friday.
.: posted by Princess Portia 9:09 AM
Wednesday, August 28, 2002
you would think so
You know, it may seem like a lot of really crappy things are happening to me...wisdom teeth, car accidents, and etc. But really, life is pretty wonderful right now. I'm still mean as ever, but I'm happy. Are there any cell phone companies that offer call block? That's the only pro to home phones. But then, home phone numbers are T.M.I. Did you know this weekend is "Labor Day Weekend?" Umm I didn't until like... very, very, recently. So I think I might head to the beach. Really I would rather go to O and go shopping. But the beach could come in handy too. You know, since I avoided the sun (intentionally) all summer, why not go in 95 degree weather and catch-up with everyone else that's working towards melanoma? I don't have a color complex, but I like my pretzel complexion.
So school is ok so far. I have one big jolly professor who doesn't give tests and says that bringing snacks to class is mandatory...that's wonderful. Though I don't really like cookies or candy, so I'll be busting out with the KFC bucket to pass around. [don't you dare call me ghetto!]
I'm so sleepy. I'm still not used to waking up at 6 a.m. I haven't done that since like umm never. Maybe in elementary school. Speaking of which, I need to go visit my music teacher Mrs. Zeagle. Get this, she still has pictures of me from when I was in the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade on her desk and on her walls. Wow. That makes me feel really old. I haven't gone to see her in like 2 years though. Does that make me a nerd because I go visit my old teachers? Shut up. That was a rhetorical question. I can't really make any predictions about this semester, but I know this: if you think I'm inconsistent with making posts now, wait until papers start becoming due. Ooh! Check the wishlist for a new very, very, very, very, hella important book I need like, yesterday. I might even send you a thank you card or give you a thank you call if you buy it for me. Ha! Listen to me...I'm so silly.
But for real, go buy me stuff
.: posted by Princess Portia 12:26 PM
Tuesday, August 27, 2002
whip it...whiplash it good
So I got rear-ended (that sounds so dirty!) on my way to school this morning. Cavi's o.k., I'm ok, of course my neck hurts, but I hope that passes. I even felt weird telling the Claims chick that my neck hurt, it sounds so common. But hey, I learned something today...underneath the black, my rubber bumper or whatever it is is blue...oh so interesting.
Let's see what else? Oh! I was actually going to take an, "Issues in Femism," class (I needed something to fill the slot) but it was canceled...so I had to haul butt (sore neck and all) over to the library and find another class...so now I'm taking a Shakespeare class. Now don't get me wrong, I love me some Shakespeare, but the book is $80.00 new, and they're out of used ones. What's worse, the first reading she assigned us ISN'T EVEN IN THE BOOK!!!! So yeah, I'm slightly perturbed, and it's raininy, and I'm hungry, and they changed my school email addy that I never used but I remembed....all this learning and memorizing crap..you would think I was in school or something!
.: posted by Princess Portia 11:31 AM
Friday, August 23, 2002
the span...or lack thereof
I hate when I plan to make a post at work, then get caught up in working hard at not working. Oh well, it's all rice and gravy. I am absolutely exhausted today. I received a call from the Devil's ex girlfriend/son's mother/newest member of the "He's the devil," club, the the devil has left Tampa and gone back to Michigan to the wife that I never knew about...ha. Really though, this info could have waited until the sun came up, but so I had to wake up and comfort old girl, and once I was wide awake, she was ok, so the convo was terminted, but I couldn't go back to sleep. SO I tried to call Verizon again. They hooked me up with lots of stuff, but I've had my free stuff for a week and cant get on, and it's not me, it's them. And their hold time is worse that ummm...I don't know, some other company with a long hold time.
You know, there are people who supposedly are all aware of who I am, and what I'm about, but they continually do the things that annoy me more that anything. And that annoys me. I was wondering, if you have an annoying voice, do you now it or because you don't hear yourself how others do, do you have no clue. When I was little I used to record entire tapes of myself just talking (I had a radio show) And it always shounded completely different to me that when I just hear myself talk un-recorded. Hmmm. On a similiar note, do ugly people knwo they're ugly? Do idiots think they're intelligent? Hmm...
.: posted by Princess Portia 9:54 AM
Wednesday, August 21, 2002
"that's not very (enter organization or group) like"
Let's take a moment to discuss something....
Anyone that's read anything on my page should be able to grasp the concept that on this page I only represent myself. No organizations, churches, sororities, ethnic groups, foundations, charitites, or anything. I am only Portia. My strengths and weaknesses are all bundled into one medium sized 5'9 1/2 package. Every so I often I offer up pieces of myself, in the form of my random thoughts, and random lists. Judge me all you want. If I cared what people thought, would I post half of those funkedified pics on here??? Or say half of the retarded things I say??? Wouldn't I use spell-check more??? Umm think about things like that before you send me comments. Let's use...ummm...my job for an example. You will never, ever, ever hear me use my company's name on here, for the sole fact that if someone gets offended by something I say, and I was using my companie's name, that could cost me drama in the workplace. Duuuuuuh. Same goes for all otehr aspects of my life. If I don't mention something/someone/some organization, you can't judge my words in comparison to them.
Speaking of words. THAT IS ALL THESE ARE! What kind of idiot takes anything that they read on the web with anything but a grain of salt unless they see it come into fruition? Umm...exactly. Another thing,if you are notr well versed in WRITTEN sarcasm, and are not cabaple of recognizing it, don't read my freaking page. If you don't know me well enough to be able to tell when I'm joking or serious, there's probably a reason. Let this decree be written in stone:
NotTheCar's world is solely a recreational activity created for the owner's entertainment purposes, and does not represent or support any public or private groups or organizations. If you happen to read something on there, and find it entertaining, fine. That's great...super...fantastic even. However, the creator of this web site could care less, and only updates this site for her own personal entertainment. Thank you for visiting.
That's sad that I had to go so far as to add that mess to the front page, but then, that's just how it is.
On a completely different note:
Well first of all, wow that's a lot of posting in one day. I guess I'm making up for that "oh so excruciating," break I took for the thizoughts. Have you ever been really nice to someone whose presence actually nauseated you? Poor Tiffany is/was in that predicament. A few months ago she encountered this dude that didn't get a single check on the, "basic requirements," checklist. But she befriended him anyhoo, you know,a pro-bono case. Now I would have to listen to her dy-heave on the phone when she called me to replay encounters with him. What's funny though, is that she would sound so disgusted by him, like she got the cooties, and never even was really in his space bubble. She made sure that it was clear from the beginning that that route would not be traveled. I don't even think she huggede him! How she got away with that, since she's generally an affectionate person towrds her friends, yo no se. For Tiffany's sake, since she was kind of enough to give me permission to recount this tale, I must clarify the the disgust with this person was not solely based on appearance. Moreso, it was the spe...or lack thereof. According to Tiffany, he was just really passive and weak in places in life that she wants a man to be strong in. I'd always ask her, "well then why do you even hang out with him?" And her response would always be something along the lines of, "well, everyone needs friends." Ha. Ok, there was a funny moral/point/ed to this story, but I completely forgot. Work drama can be so distracting. They're lucky they pay me...
.: posted by Princess Portia 2:51 PM
tylenol 3...you're the greatest
So I wake up feeling all wonderful and pain-free, not feeling like I just had a tooth extracted, all thanks to good ol' Tylenol 3 and ibuprofen 800's. I'm still a little tired, but hey, I can eat today, so it's all good. My mouth hurts when I
If one more person calls me 10 minutes before my alarm goes off, I'm going to seriously start going off. That is the worst thing in the world. Well, one of them...it's just so much better when you can wake up at your own pace. That's why I'm going to start going to bed at newscaster's hours...I'm talking 9:00 p.m. After American Idol is finished. But then when the new season of Real World starts, I'll have to stay up for that as well. Oh well...
You know, I might have a houseguest this weekend...Jacksonville is back from Under the Sea, so he has to come see the new digs. It's that whole absence makes the heart grow fonder thing. When you don't really communicate with someone for 4 months or so, they're wonderful. Or at least that's how it works for me.
Heh, my supervisor and I were just talking about this chick at work that is having car drama and almost bought a low grade Mitsubishi for $360 or so a month...and my supervisor was like, "well she's young...you're young..." and I was like, "but sweetheart, my payments are a hundred and something less," and she was like, "but Portia, you're different, you're not like most girls your age, you're well put together, umm mentally and stuff." So I think that was a compliment. I mean, people always tell me I'm "special," but I usually assume they mean weird. It's nice when your "superiors," notice your efforts, not just at work, but throughout your life. Ha. The joys of being Me. Umm whatever.
.: posted by Princess Portia 9:00 AM
Tuesday, August 20, 2002
one down, 3 to go
So the lovely Dr. Y hooked me up this morning. He took out my upper left wisdom tooth. (Tooth #16 for you "edumacated folks") And so, I can't talk. And I hurt. And I'm high off of Tylenol 3...One wasn't cutting it..so I graduated to 1 1/2. And I'm hungry. And I'm going to cry. And I"m at work. Why in the world am I at work??? I really want to go home. I really need tog o home. I should have had a big behind breakfast of like catfish and grits or something before I went to the dentist. Water isn't cuttin git, and broth would just make me mad. The Dental assistant said I could eat as soon as I felt up to it..hmmph, they failed to mention the fact that I wouldn't. I'm mad it took 10 shots to get me numb...I don't know where I would have developed a high tolerance from. But those shots are whats hurting now...my gums are all tenderish. Oh, and I'm feeling not too nice. I have this sudden urge to bitch slap the next person that comes to my desk and asks me a question that can't be answered by a head nod. Grrr. I thought this would be a long post since I haveso much I want to say, but I've been banned from speaking, but my vision is blurred and my hands feel all tinglyish. This gauze is nasty too. So far, the only highlight of today is that I got to keep my tooth. Too bad I hung the tooth fairy from my ceiling fan..no scrillaz for me, oh well, it's cool to look at. I'll make a centerpiece out of it and put it on my coffee table next to the candy dish...you know, a "conversation piece. Umm yeah. Have a less painful day than I, toodles.
.: posted by Princess Portia 1:25 PM
Monday, August 19, 2002
Ow!
Ok, so since apparently if I don't put something in my thoughts, it didn't really happen:
My wisdom teeth are kicking my behind. I am in pain. I am evil. Talking isn't fun when everytime your mouth moves you feel like 46 wasps are stinging your gums, and 24 ants have crawled up in the root of your molars and are biting away. It hurts. It sucks. I mean, the pain I can tolerate 9as long as the pills keep poppin!) It's just the thought that if I have to wait too long to get these pulled, my teet will start moving and getting crooked. And you think I'm pissed now? Woohoo...Iw ould NOT be fun to be around with crooked teeth!
Is that a good enough excuse for my extreme anti-socialness? If not, whatever. Ok, so seriously, last Thursday-today has been ok, I've just been chillin on the painkillers and trying to suffer through this crap while my dentist is MIA. When I see Dr. "Y" (that's really what I cann him, because Yamaguchinakasawason is kind of hard to say when he has hs hands in your mouth). I have this new, razy schedule at work..I had to do it for school, which starts next Monday...oh joy...back to the traffic nazi's, long winded proffesors with links to terrorists (we have had a few at USF), and blah, blah, blah.
I like to assume that most people that read my thought or any of my web based profile have at least a basic grasp of what type of person I am, and how to approach me... Excessive persistance is very much a turn off. I guess most girls are flattered by it, but it freaks me out. The first thing it makes me ask is, "why are they so anxious/eager/persistant/insistant??" It's definately a crimson flag. Would it be too dramatic to say it makes me nauseaous?? I mean, don't get me wrong, being persued is a wonderfully entertaining, time passing thing. But don't be pitiful. I hate that.
Ooh! The other day the Lovely Tiffany and I were having a discussion regarding the silly things boys (I mean men, but boys just sounds so much more demeaning!) do that show they're insecure/intimidated around us. One of these things I couldn't let pass without mentioning it in a post... Let me giev you a little background.
Tiffany and I are both attractive, intelligent, interesting ladies (this is the general consensus, not just "self proclaimed greatness"). And sadly we tend to attract guys that are definately eye candy, but later revealed to be not so capable of the mental stimulation. This is usually discovered in the middle of one of the, "getting to know you," covnersations when an exchange occurs like the following:
Portia or Tiffany: "So, how was your day?"
Potential Man-Whore: "It was mediocre. The superflous weather masticated the capitulation of my car, but only after 4:00, because in the anterior postulation, it was exceptional."
What the hell? No joke, we encounter this crap all the time. I'm talking mis-usage and all. And it can't just be us! I mean, yes you should put on the charm when trying to gain someone's interest, but really now...just be you. If that's really how you talk, (with the exception of the mis-use of words), that's one thing. But it is soooooooo obvious. Come on now, don't talk to me in MLA research papaer format if that's not how you would talk to your best friend...isilly, silly boy! Ok, enough of that rant.
Let's see, while I'm playing catch-up..is there anything else? Oh yeah, the next non-booty call, (that will never be a booty call) (do I even have booty calls???) that calls me at 3:42 in the morning (club dismissal time!) talking about, "Can I come see you?" And I'm like "bitch I'm asleep," (I'm not too cordial when u wake me up for nonsense), adn they're like, "I'll come sleep next to you," and I'm like, "my dog is covering that territory just fine," will be shot. Run on sentence much? But seriously, that mess is not cool. Nothing in my actions/words should lead ANYONE to think that it's cool to try to BC me. As I've told many before...I'm too cute for botty calls :op (shut up beanie!).
Ok, blah, blah, blah...go to work or something...I'm spent.
Wait! HAve I mentioned the fact that I still have not seen AP3??? What's wrong with me??? Oh yeah, nevevrmind.
.: posted by Princess Portia 1:43 PM
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