Wednesday, July 31, 2002
only in the world of Portia
I hate Tampa soooooooo much sometimes. You know that six degrees of seperation thing? It always turns into like 2 or 3 degrees with me. Ugh. But yeah, you can't have any fun in this city without a friend of a friend of an associate of a nephew of a god daughter being your next door neighbor. Wha? Ok. I stiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiil don't know what to cook for the houseblessing shindig, I'm seriously considering something simple and cheap like some bomb ass spaghetti, but I don't know...I know some clumsy people. Ooh! While typing Ij ust now remembered that I need to print out directions for people. Really they could do it themselves, but hey, I want gifts, so I'll be nice. SO why does verizon manage tosell me something everytime i call? I called tocancel my long distance and they sold me DSL...damn I suck. But I mean, they're a highly reputable company, so it's safe to be compulsive...at least for now.
Ok, so I haven't really been to the gym since the "tragedy," and I guess it's an "out of sigt, out of mind," thing with Leroy Jenins...THANK GOODNESS! It's hard to be aloof and mean when someone is so pitiful. This has given me an opportunity to allow my bitch cells to reginerate, and when I encounter him again, I'll be, "bitch on wheels," (co workers name for me sometimes) ok, so maybe not so dramatic, but I'll continue to be immune to the charm and crap.
Ummmm. It is so hard to go to work the week before you go on vaca. ooh guess what?!? Nevermind, I forgot. And I'm sure it was hella important. Whatever else I was going to post has escaped me... I'm out.
.: posted by Princess Portia 4:43 PM
Monday, July 29, 2002
the beautiful people (or not)
Ok, so as I prance through the Kmizzle in a slightly inebriated stupor, looking for smell good cleaning stuff, these talent pretty people model types recruit me...I typed this all once, but road runner and aol are the devil, so I'll have to tell you that story on a rainy day..anyhoo...my next door neighbor (yes you!) is a cool cat, except for when he tries to hook me up with his barely legal underaged child pornogrraphy charges friends...yes I know I'monly 20, but still..a girl has to set boundaries. And I know I've mentioned more than once on here how werid and wrong guys are between 20/21 and 11 months...but he brings me food and newspaper...it doesn't take much to please me...(umm yeh it does) So yeah, I thought about doing some internet whore recruiting today, but I changed my mind..the stable is empty, but there are no thoroughbreds right now...so I'll wait until the spring when the breeding is good (my best friend would be proud!) But umm..anyhoo...
So I think someone is stalking me again, Penelope won't stop growling and barking (she hears something outside) paranoid much?? yep!
Have I told you lately that Sprint PCS is the devil?? Yeah, tell them I said that too, just wait until my contract is over so I don't have to pay that $150.00...I hate commitments..I mean, err, contracts. Today was like the busiest work day this week. Oh, it just started, but still...it wasn't fun. You know, my back really, really hurts, and I haven't seen the New Austin Powers yet, and I can't wait a week to go on vacation, and tomorrow is kind of payday but I have to pay bills, and Ihaven't washed my car in like 4/5 months, and why is jacksonville like loving me and stuff? And why do I volunteer to do nice things for people (for a nominal fee of course) I already need to do traffic school for myself, now I have until 8/19 to do it and the long behind test for jville. But umm..not for free, so that's fair I guess. I need 600 extra dollars like last week..I seriously need a hustle...my houseblessing shindig is saturday...did I already say that? Even If you're not invited you can still buy me something...go to my wish list thingy (I'm too lazy to link it) and I'll be your bestest friend for an hour....nitey night!
.: posted by Princess Portia 11:25 PM
Sunday, July 28, 2002
an Alanis day
Isn't it ironic? That's the question of the day... let me see if I can think of an analogy to communicate the irony of my weekend. Ok, say you have this beautiful piece of art that you were going to sell, a potential buyer made a hella awesome offer on it, but was taking a really long time to follow up on the offer. So, out of the blue, another buyer makes this kick ass offer, not as good as the first offer, but hey, it's money. So you sell the painting, and less that 24 hours later the original potential buyer calls still communicatin interest in the piece of art, yeah, the one with the better offer. Doesn't that suck? Especially since you didn't really want to sell the art to the second person, but when broke, cash is cash... oh, if you knew how deep this analogy was...I need to write a book...lol. There are many, many, "layers." (Dr. Evil voice like he's saying, "lasers.") Ok, that is all for now...I'm in the middle of creating my latest dessert masterpiece....ciao
.: posted by Princess Portia 3:40 PM
Friday, July 26, 2002
FRIDAY!
This week went fast in a really slow way. I promised, promised, promised myself that this weekend I would unpack my books and stuff...I mean, I put the freaking bookshelf together, but it's kind of bare. It's been a busy week in an UN-busy kind of way. It's been eventful in a very uneventful kind of way. Speaking of events, I need to print out driving directions to put in with my houseblessing shindig invites. I'm serving food. So I better get some good ish. Really I would rather people to just do that money tree thing, where they pin money on a tree. Yeah Baby! Umm Austin Powers in Goldmember comes out today, and my scrillaz are reserved for other things, so I can't go see it yet...damn. I'm excited for my Canadian husband mike Meyers though...he makes me giggle...that's where the attraction comes from. Umm...I'm really not motivated to type anymore. I want to go home and eat, brush my teeth, wait 30 minutes, then go to sleep. And MAYBE, just maybe wake up later and do something. But nooooooooooooooo.
Oh, on a completely different subject because my mind works like that...I did go to belly dancing, well I went to the wellness center, was on the treadmill, ol'boy started abs class...I pushed the stop button on the treadmill, but it chose not to stop, though I did...until I started busting my ass trying to catch my balance and not really fall. So yeah, i busted my ass on the treadmill, right in front of fuck boy, Spanish tutor hoe, random Puerto Rican groupie with a fucked up shape, and all the old women, and this one semi-hottie that was flirting with me moments before...damn. Needless to say 47 seconds after this incident occurred, I was dressed, out of the locker room, and on my way to the parking lot.... Just thought I would share that....
.: posted by Princess Portia 3:26 PM
Tuesday, July 23, 2002
oh so confusing
ANd people say that I'm complicated and confusing and complex and hard to figure out and blah, blah, blah? Umm they haven't met ol'boy. Who is ol'boy you ask? It doesn't matter, because he's getting on my nerves to the point that I'm not going to bellydancing tomorrow because I don't wan't ol'boy to think that I'm going to the Wellness Center to see his stank ass..."why would he think such a thing when it's a semi-public place that you go to all of the time anyhoo Portia?" Because he's Leroy Jenkins, the man who thinks that because he starts calling you and wanting to spend time and develop a serious association you actually will want to too...ha! Silly, silly, man-whores, when will they learn? It's really obnoxious now though. See, I went to the gym today, spoke when I came in, now usually after I work out I stretch like a good little exerciser (wha?) but today, I was on a mission and really tired. I just wanted to come home. I didn't even shower there. I waited until I got home. So WHY do I get a call on my cell phone exactly when a certain someone would be leaving work, talking some, "oh, you don't know no body?" (I don't know if it was said that ghettoliciously, but you get the point) and I'm like, "umm, I spoke when I came in." Ok, so to sum up this conversation, basically now that Leroy Jenkins has decided that he really, really likes me, the feeling is supposed to be mutual, and I'm supposed to play the game. Ugh. It's like, stop it and stuff. For Real
Besides, my heart is reserved from Justin from American Idol, that boy's got hella charisma and charm, not to mention the most adorable smile with a gap that I've seen in a loooong time. Not to mention that he has that barefoot incense Eric Benet, Chai Tea, rice dream, renaissance man style going on. Which is absolutely the sexiest. You know what? I figured out what it is about me...I like companionship (oh this is totally a new topic, by the way) when it's cold outside, but if I were to get with someone now, they would want to hug outside of my 50 degree apartment, and mm I live in Tampa FL. Saturday's low was 86 Tampa, FL Waaaaaay too hot to cuddle outdoors Tampa, FL. Maybe if I move to Alaska I'll want a man year round. Hmm...ok, but yeah, I'm using the weather as my excuse...and I'm sticking to it!
Have I mentioned lately how aboslutely wonderful my Penelope is? (my dog) She came to the new apartment, and left off on her well trained pee on paper skills like it was nothing. She has her own potty plce room and everything. If there was no Pene, it would be the packrat room, but umm..she's here, and I'm glad. Oh, line of the week: "Coochie is the Devil This is a certain unnamed person's discipline mantra that thye feel the need to say everytime they come into my presence...they're trying to not scrump, and apparently, I'm causing an issue. What's weird is, I dont' even know this dude like that. Ok, so random guys think about sex every time they look at me and have to come of with chants to control themselves...hmmph, ok...great...super..fantastic. My computer is once again possesd from the devil...I have to do an exprcism (scandisk/defrag) or some random person whose reading this could always upgrade it for me so you can always read my posts. All I need is a new harddrive, like 256k of memory, and a new Video card...a good one. I promise I'll post everyday and eat my vegetables! Ok, my hand hurts, and it's almst past my bed time. Have a wonderful eveing, and happy early almost my mini vaca (aug 5-9)
.: posted by Princess Portia 10:43 PM
Monday, July 22, 2002
liquid lunch
umm..my tummy hurts. I had Boliche` and margaritas for lunch...odd, odd, mix. Yeah, don't go to the latin restaurant that only serves Margs and Daqs for lunch...it's a trap. I was feeling pretty giddy earlier..now I'm just quesy...step away from the glass...
.: posted by Princess Portia 3:28 PM
rebound much?
Ok, so someone please tell me why like 40 people are trying to use me as rebound girl? Umm, that's like not going to work and stuff. Don’t' just call me or email me out of the blue talking some, "I want to see you crap." What's weird is it wasn't just one person...4. FOUR!! Like some memo went out or something. You would think I was on the news on Wednesday night or something, or I won the lotto how people are popping up from under rocks. The thing is though, these are all people that were never keepers, and there's not enough change in the world to make me change my mind now. Also, if the scrumpage was mediocre/garbage (same thing in my book!) before, it's not going to get better, and if it is, It's not going to be my buhdussie doing the research!
On a completely unrelated note, my ex boyfriend that lives in Michigan, we'll call him...umm, I don't know, I'll think of a nickname in a second. But to give you the background, he was the one that created the monster than we now call, Horny Ass Portia! Yeah, He was my first scrump. And yeah, we're still friends, he just joined the world of baby momma drama, so we were talking about that, you know, doing the whole, "catch-up," thing. Of course he had to go into his whole, "I'll always love you Portia, no one cares or listens or smiles or makes me laugh like you," and blah, blah, blah, amazing this, blah, blah, blah, beautiful that. It was nice for the ego, but still very strange. And then he dropped the freaking bomb:
"Portia, you know I still love you, and I know that you say you're a different person now that you were before, but I just want to know...
...
...
if I make some sacrifices, will you make some sacrifices? I mean, (stutter, gulp, stutter...) I want to spend the rest of my life with you...
*** at this point, I say "oh shit!" and almost drive off of the road...***
then he's like:
"umm just kidding about that last part (he wasn't I could tell!), well at least for now I'm just kidding, but yeah Portia, what I was saying, I know I live far away, but I want to be with you, even if I have to fly down here every weekend. I'm willing to make those kinds of sacrifices because I love you. How do you feel about that?"
Ok, so yeah, at this point, I'm like totally freaked out, but glad I can use the excuse of driving to avoid eye contact. So, trying to be nice and not laugh, I said, "well, I can't say that I'm emotionally available right now, there's a lot going on in my life, but up to this point we've maintained an awesome friendship, and I don't want to lose that...now if it grows into something else many, many hours away by itself, then that's destiny, but I can't say that I can give you the time, effort, long distance attention that you deserve..." (woohoo I got dat good game!) So then I try to change the subject and start asking him questions about music (he's a DJ and has a record store)...but yeah, that was weird...traumatizing even! A long, long, time ago I wrote a post about always being the, "love lost," and how all of the guys, now see how amazing I am and blah, blah, blah...I'm so sick of people catching on to my greatness and loving me to death after the fact... that's just not cool!
umm what else? (Since this post is already like a novel!) Maybe I should say who else...Leroy Jenkins called me 7, count 'em, 7 times in one day. It was sooo high school. When you call, talk for 20 minutes, go eat or watch something on TV or something trivial like that, then call back. 7 times! And twice the night before! Whoaaa there pickle! So yeah, that threw me off a little. The thing is, every time I talk to him he wants to talk about all kinds of warm fuzzy funny things, and I'm like, ok, umm can I get some?" (haha! just kidding!)
What else? Oh, my freaking AC stopped working last night, it got so hot in herrrrrrrre I took off all my clothes! (Stupid song still in my head!) That's twice, the day I moved in, and today. IT does this little "check ac," light thing, like a freaking car...ooh, check engine lights...I don't want to think about those...I just went over 36,000 on my car. I wonder if it actually takes anyone 3 years to do that! Yeah, probably old folks. Ok, I'm getting sleepy, and I have a long day ahead of me, so I'm going to shut up now...thanks for reading!
.: posted by Princess Portia 11:16 AM
Saturday, July 20, 2002
another satisfied customer
Ok, so i said I might come back for a drunken post...and here I am buddy! SO Portia, you ask, why are you drunk and at HOME on a Saturday your lushness?Umm I don't want to answer that. But hey, I'm making progress...I WAS going to go to the club (ugh) but the best friend was battling the crampage, and it aint' no fun if your homies can't have none. But despite any humor you may read in this post, don't let it fool you: I'm not Happy-drunk, I'm pissed, sand, grumpy, cry baby drunk. I would say I wanna go home, but umm..I'm here...this sucks lactating nipples (what in the world did I just use as an anlogy?) But yeah, I'm not happy to be home, not getting any, my only options for entertainment being cable tv, more drinks, this raggedy ass internet crap, or my dog. That's pitiful man. You would think I was some ugly, fat ass, un witty, un charming, un interesting, unfunny, un beautiful person. (wow, that was very self-complementing). Shit, the ugly hoes are probably having more fun than I am right now. Do you want to know what the highlight of my day was? Do you REALLY want to know? Freaking Kash N' Karry had an unadvertised sale on chicken breasts, so the were $.50 a lb....and since you know I cook a lot and stuff....
sad huh? YEah, that was my day, I mean, my best friend came over, and we ate, drank and talked shit and had fun...but she went home to her boyfriend with the big ass eyes that lies about stupid shit, and I stayed here...as previously stated, we were gonna go out, but she wasn't feeling well. Yeah, I'm kind of sick too...sick of sorry ass Tampa with it's sorry ass guys (that I've encountered thus far) and it's sorry ass recreation, and it's sorry ass, hot ass weather, and it's sorry ass, lame ass radio stations, and, blah, blah, blah. Did I mention that I'm not in a good mood? Yeah...no funny, happy, fuzzy posts here...am I even punctuating correctly?
.: posted by Princess Portia 11:59 PM
I forgot
I said that I was going to sleep until 2 p.m....but I forgot. I said that I was going to actually call people and participate in recreational activities outside oof my home, but I forgot. Ok, or maybe I didn't. So it's 10 am Saturday...someone that has gotten 5/6 hours of sleep each night this week and had some sort of excessive physical exhertion (sp?) every day this week should still be asleep. But the sun's out (is it! It's like 5 million degrees!) and it's all bright and fluffy outside, so I should go spend money that I shouldn't spend. You know, do that yard sale thing since I already act like an old woman. Go haggle with people about their valuables that I'll probably buy, throw in my trunk, and completely forget about until the next time I have a flat tire and have to exply that mess out to get to the spare. (With all of my previous tire drama, maybe I shouldn't jinx myself like that!) Ok, the bad attention span is kickin gin, I just thought of something else to do...besides typing this...maybe I'll type more this afternoon, maybe you'll get lucky and awaken to a drunken post tomorrow...maybe, maybe, maybe. Wait, I've noticed that I've been typing things in "3's" a lot lately...it's kind of annoying and juvenile, I really should stop...ok, if I do what usuallu do and exercise my right to be a scrub, rather than posting again, have a great weekend!
.: posted by Princess Portia 10:45 AM
Thursday, July 18, 2002
infinite silence
It's soo quiet in my apartment once the stereo and the computer are turned off...so I'm forced to think. Oh joy! (Oh no!) I've been having disassociation remorse in regards to a certain freind of mine. Not even really disassociation, just extreme nonchalance. I can't help it though, I'm lazy. It wasn't like I wasn't putting much effort into the friendship because there was, "someone else," I just had a lot (or not) going on...I had a lor of personal and financial and residential inventory to do. Now it's pretty much complete, I'm situated at home, work, school, everywhere. My attention span just won't allow me to focus in on my priorities and people. Or maybe it will I just don't try. Ok, there's my rant for the day.
I'm debating whether/not to go home on my lunch break. I think today calls for a liquid lunch. Hi, I'm Portia, and I'm a lush. Umm not really. Ok, I know I've said this time, and time again, but I'm going to kick my social skills up a notch and stop being so freaking antisocial. I mean, I have people in my world now that I would actually call friends, I'm talking dinner party, help me move, buy me a birthday cake and gifts type friends. It's a healthy start. Has Big Brother 3/4/5 (whichever one it is) started yet? There's nothing on t.v. (not counting the food network, there's always something good on there except for when Martha' s dull behind goes on).so I have no excuse to sit in th ehouse. Except for the fact that it's a new apartment, and I have a new blender. And an ice maker. And liquor. Umm...I'll just have to have guests, why leave?
Ok, so Mr. Nice guy had a hellified panic attack and this is why he disappeared. Said it would be," best to stay away." Umm..ok. What's up with that mess? Too much drama for me. So umm..I'll pray for him. Laa dee daa. Why in the world oh world oh world dop people want to harrass me when I've cleary communicated that they "get's no love," or like for that matter? Oh drama. Well umm, happy almost Friday, time flies when you miss two days of work!
.: posted by Princess Portia 11:27 AM
Wednesday, July 17, 2002
situated
ok, so all is gravylicious on the home front. I'm finished moving, and I've sworn off of Leroy Jenkins (he's the debil!). Yeah...so all is wonderful. Monday I learned who my friends are, and whoa re just the sorry ass guys that are packing but not worth my time because they're not about shit. Umm yeah. Pardon my portugese. It's kind of really really quiet in mi casa. I'm talking sleep with Teddy Bears rather than just use them for decoration quiet. I have hella groceries, and hells dinner parties planned though, so it's all good. I don't really have much to say right now,maybe when I get home to the quiet crib, but the voices inside of my head are too loud to tune out right now...toodles
.: posted by Princess Portia 5:12 PM
Thursday, July 11, 2002
blessings
Ok, so thus far this week has had a few downs, but they weren't low enough to distract me from all of the wonderful incidents that occurred this week. So yeah, I'm moving Monday now. For free, well for the deposit that I had to pay anyhow, and that's about it. So I'm absolutely thrilled, and I'm getting new furniture and crap...oh, guess who's helping me move?? Yep, Leroy Jenkins. (Umm didn't I say the other day that I wasn't speaking to him anymore? Did I say that out loud? Oops?) Well we're still not the best of friends, but he's trying, and I have a big ass couch and some heavy behind mattresses so umm I'm not going to turn down some muscular assistance. I have soo much stuff on layaway that was going to be staying in there until the end of July, but hey, you have to do what you have to do for the sake of home interior. Oh wow, there's a Pier One clearance center only a few miles away and I never knew! I thought it was a regular Pier One. You know where I'm going this weekend. Oh goodness, I am kind of stressed about the move though, I'm now doing it on a Monday night, instead of a Friday night, and I have nothing packed yet. And I have clothes all over the place. And wow, *stressing* wow. I'll figure something out. I just don't want to spend my first night in clutter...I have my floor plan figured out to a tee, so I want to go ahead and get most of the decorating done that night. Unless I get, "distracted." (By exhaustion man, stop thinking like that!!) So yeah, these are going to be an interesting 3 days.
Speaking of interesting...here's one for the books. Interesting lies/rationalizations guys tell/make that are Soooo see through quote of the year:
"What?!? The really pretty Puerto Rican chick you see around me all the time? Well, you know I'm starting Spanish in August, and she's helping me out, so I can make sure I pass.... uhh yeah, she's going to tutor me..."
What the FUCK ever! I hate when guys lie about stupid shit. I mean, the chick is pretty, sweating a guy that’s only mediocre appearance wise (but PACKING) ummm she had to encounter the Big 10 t be all up in your grill like that. It is sooooooooo a high school line. Studying for Spanish. Ha. As if. It's called index cards bitch. But umm, yeah...I heard that, "somewhere," (it has nothing to do with my life/friends of course!) and thought I would share the sheer comedy of it.
I wrote a poem today, I don't know if I'm going to post it though, it's one of those from the heart poems, and I don't need ya'll seeing all up in my emotions and crap...nah, remember, "I'm hardcore."
Do you remember Mr. Hollywood from my "all by myself," post? (See archives for way back in January or February). Well he is once again, very creepily emerging somewhat in the picture. (At least trying to). I had forgotten how sexy he sounds on the phone, but I sure as hell didn't forget his "handwriting." Which isn't the best handwriting I've seen up in these here parts...(Someone will get that!). I'm so sleepy, but I have an afro, and I don't think I want to sport it again tomorrow, but I don't want to do my hair, and I don't know what I'm wearing tomorrow, but it's Friday, and I never know until first thing in the morning, which is fine, since it's c-a-s-u-a-l day. Is it the 15th yet???
.: posted by Princess Portia 9:39 PM
Tuesday, July 09, 2002
that girl kicks ass!
Ok, so I got another award at work. This was the "quarterly," award, and it comes with a monetary bonus. Just in time for moving day. That's beautiful, beautiful, thing I tell ya. I've just had so much favor in my life lately...So umm yeah, today has been a good day! I'm going to see little Olivia and Casybug today after I go to the gym. Ooh! Leroy Jenkins is sooooooooo mad at me. I've stood him up 3 (count 'em!) 2 times in the last 7 days. I'm sorry man, this whole normal people recreation with him thing weirds me out. SO I guess he says we're supposed to be," exploring a friendship," or some crap like that, but the whole being his friend thing...ummm. Can't I just go to the gym and have him verbally abuse me 3/4 days a week and occasionally partake in the post-work out shot (or 6) with him? What's all this concrete friendship label stuff? Nahh man. And yes know he may read that, but it's nothing I haven't told him...I mean he's still cool with me and all...I'm just, umm I don't know. I'm as sooooooooo ready for my new apartment; the 7th can't come soon enough. Want to see my floor plan? Ok, because I'm a compulsive obsessive dork, here ya go:
umm never mind, I couldn't get it to show up...I'll have to try that again later...("but I don't wanna scan it mommy!") uhh yeah. See, I need to stop posting at work. I’m always losing my train of thought. There was some other interesting crap I was going to say, but umm I forgot and stuff. So tata for now!
.: posted by Princess Portia 5:08 PM
Monday, July 08, 2002
woe is me and my tongue ring
Ok, so about 5 1/2 years ago, on a whim I decided to get my tongue pierced. There was no sultry, secret, erotic plan behind it, I just thought it was cute...I mean, I was like 14 1/2 man. There are so many nauseating mis conceptions about tongue rings...but that's not what I want to talk about. I wan to talk about guys getting caught up in the hype. Ok, so on more than one occasion, I've been in a situation where I was kissing some guy for teh first time, and he busts out with the kindergarten la lala just moving his tongue aorund randomly just all up in my mouth style of kissing. And it's like ewwww. I refuse to believe that any guy has functioned through life thus far, actually having been in some sort of association with someone of teh opposite sex, and be so bad at kissing. It makes no sense. So then I did some thinking. After much research (ok, not really, but it sounds good), I realized that the same guys who kissed me like they were conducting scientific research in my mouth with their tongue were the same guys that had lots of silly or naive things to say about tongue rings. So I've decided that I will not kiss another man-whore with my tongue ring in my mouth if they in any way "over notice" (wha) my tongue ring. If the express any type of interest in it's presence...I'll let that be my red flag...and proceed to take it out if I decide I want to partake in some muggin with them.
Ok, I just used 14 types of slang in one paragraph. So wrong. Ok, so on another note. "JR." at Carrabba's I heart you sooo much. Thank you thank you thank you!. Listen, I went to Carrabba's on Saturday night with a girlfriend, and she knew one of the chef's (junior) and HE. Hooked. Us. Up! I'm talking like almost everything on the menu, even the desserts. All. For. Free. Wow. So yeah, I have a new best friend chef guy...but I can't eat that stuff too often, might explode.
.: posted by Princess Portia 12:54 PM
Friday, July 05, 2002
MIA much?
So great attention span disciplined chick is not my middle name this week...sue me! Not much out of the ordinary happened. The 4th was boring, all I did was eat and drink and drink and eat and drink. I have to make up for it this weekend though. I think I'm supposed to be going to O for some female bonding of the best friend type. I went to sleep at way too normal of a time last night, but I'm still sleepy. I have no one to train today, so I'm doing the help-desk thing. There's an unspoken law in the banking business that if a Federal holiday falls on like a Thursday, the Friday that follows is like a holiday too. Which means no one should be calling here, and no one should be bothering me. ANd I shouldn't be at work...I should be at home starting my drinking at noon. Oh happy day. I think today a few co-worker's and myself will have to make it a liquid lunch day. Ruby Tuesday's Happy hour it is.
So umm, I haven't returned the calls of someone that I should have returned calls from after a certain, "encounter." My apologies if you're reading. I've been umm, "busy." And stuff. And etc. And blah, blah. I'm sooo bored. I shouldn't have come to work today, but my supervisor took the day off, so I had to babysit, basically. Now I could use this time to be productive and do some crap on my web page, but I don't know...the entire point is that I don't want to do anything. Umm bye dude.
.: posted by Princess Portia 10:23 AM
Tuesday, July 02, 2002
registries and stuff
Ok, so since I have all of this artistic freedom in mynew place, I'm going all out. I registered with Target's Cub Wedd (I called customer svc to make sure it'sok since I'm not getting married!) SO that'll ensure that people that I invite to my housewarming dinner party don't buy me fucked up crap. Like generic ass pots. It's like, as much as I cook, you better get me the T-Fals' or shut up. Actually, for the record, I bought my own pots...
.: posted by Princess Portia 5:33 PM
Monday, July 01, 2002
moving day!
Ok, so it's official..I'm moving August 2nd. No roomates, no excessive rent,quiet neighborhood...I'm hella thrilled. Awesome weekend this here was (country much?) I'm feeling very well rested and umm "relieved." I can actually paint this apartment...and wallpaper and etc.. So I was up in Lowe's picking out colors and stuff today. Now that's fun! I have no clue what colors I want yet, but it's still fun to look.
Have you noticed that this is like the summer of family/kidsmovies?? Scoopy Doo, Lilo and Stitch (I wanna see that!) Hey Arnold (that too!), Men in Black 2, and so on, and so forth. That's a lot of freaking disney/pixar/dreamworks crap in 2/3 months. Ok, whatever else I was going to say doesn't matter anymore...I'm sleepy.
.: posted by Princess Portia 10:07 PM
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