Things...
Ok. So yesterday I think it was? I check my friends info and found I am no longer friend of the ex. Not sure when that happened, but I have been freed. So of course today I looked at her journal right quick out of curiosity since I had been thinking of her lately. She seems surprisingly ok. *shrug* Good for her. The reason I had been thinking of her lately is because I have spent way too much time discussing Michigan and ICP lately. It had become a running joke with Miranda... "See? I TOLD you. Michigan people are CRAZY! No offense, of course..." being that she was from Michigan. Now that I moved I miss my Michigan girls. Miranda, one of my supervisors, and my manager were all from there. At first I thought to myself "I'll never fucking escape them... surrounded by Michigan girls. It's a goddamn nightmare." But they turned out to be tolerable and ok... all absolutely fucking nuts, but nice. I miss talking to Miranda... about her wedding and the house she bought that I haven't gotten to hear about. It sucks. I miss my seat by the window with the palm tree. I'm still adjusting to sitting next to Miriam with a Y who sits between Erick and me. So I spend all day between calls e-mailing him to roll over a little so we can talk behind her. One day I'll get fired for rolling my squeaky chair too much. Enough about work.
I just bought tickets to the Havana Night Club thing at the UM Convocation center for Rick. I couldn't get him what he asked for... after I finally bought them, I realized maybe those were cheaper than what I got. Oh well. I tried to call him, but he was at some work shop of something. Won't be home for a while. I hope he's ok with what he ended up with. My mom came in and started asking questions, so now she knows he's up to something. "Oh god. It's one of Rick's bad ideas, isn't it!? *terror expression*" I hope it turns out ok. I told her it wasn't that bad. He got the tickets for her for Valentine's Day. I'm not sure why... the show is in March. I don't ask questions. With him, asking questions is bad. I also don't know why he thought I could get up before ten and that would go unquestioned...
Today I'm going to see Menopause: The Musical with my mom. That should be pretty funny. We may make a day out of it depending on how the beginning of the day goes.
I absolutely love Charlotte Martin. She's beautiful. I downloaded some recently posted stuff from Archive.org yesterday and she's great. I wish she'd come all the way over here sometime. Cough drops and red wine sounds like disgusting combination. I can't believe she does that to her mouth. Egh. She didn't play Keep Me In Your Pocket at any of the short shows I downloaded yesterday. I love that song for some reason. I found an LJ community for her yesterday and joined it or whatever. I think I might remove myself from the Gay Cafe community... they post a LOT and I rarely read it.
Archive.org is great, but evil. Considering my selective compulsive addictiveness... I decided one day that I will have all Howe Day shows... then realized how many there are. I will never finish. Thank you to all the tapers who tape Tori, Howe, and Charlotte... you've made my mother think I'm totally insane to have all the shows I have.
Maybe if I type it I'll remember to call Erica. Note to self: Call Erica. I'm excited. I may get to see her this summer. I decided last month that I was determined to go up and see her this year and a few days later, she had posted she'll be heading down here with any luck in the summer. So that's good. I don't normally get excited. I forgot what it feels like.
A good percentage of my friends are in turmoil right now and I just want to kick someone's ass so that at least one of them will feel better. Girls are EVIL. Boys are EVIL. All of you should be asexual like me... and have no desire to get abused by a relationship and just become a bitter hag with cats. I may not be the happiest, but at least I'm not upset like everyone else. Please... one of you... let me kick someone for you? I'd be glad to do it. In some of the cases... they probably don't even know what I look like... so it won't come back to you, but you'll know and feel better... :D
On another note, I miss my friends. This week, other than Carlos, I had the longest conversation with Carolina. That is messed up. I haven't talked to her in months since she moved to NY... and rarely ever talk to her.
Well, it looks like my AOL is working for now and sending my files that I've been trying to send for days, so I'm going to go watch some TV with my mom... wearing no pants since Rick isn't here. Woo. And I suppose I'll have some breakfast also.
I just bought tickets to the Havana Night Club thing at the UM Convocation center for Rick. I couldn't get him what he asked for... after I finally bought them, I realized maybe those were cheaper than what I got. Oh well. I tried to call him, but he was at some work shop of something. Won't be home for a while. I hope he's ok with what he ended up with. My mom came in and started asking questions, so now she knows he's up to something. "Oh god. It's one of Rick's bad ideas, isn't it!? *terror expression*" I hope it turns out ok. I told her it wasn't that bad. He got the tickets for her for Valentine's Day. I'm not sure why... the show is in March. I don't ask questions. With him, asking questions is bad. I also don't know why he thought I could get up before ten and that would go unquestioned...
Today I'm going to see Menopause: The Musical with my mom. That should be pretty funny. We may make a day out of it depending on how the beginning of the day goes.
I absolutely love Charlotte Martin. She's beautiful. I downloaded some recently posted stuff from Archive.org yesterday and she's great. I wish she'd come all the way over here sometime. Cough drops and red wine sounds like disgusting combination. I can't believe she does that to her mouth. Egh. She didn't play Keep Me In Your Pocket at any of the short shows I downloaded yesterday. I love that song for some reason. I found an LJ community for her yesterday and joined it or whatever. I think I might remove myself from the Gay Cafe community... they post a LOT and I rarely read it.
Archive.org is great, but evil. Considering my selective compulsive addictiveness... I decided one day that I will have all Howe Day shows... then realized how many there are. I will never finish. Thank you to all the tapers who tape Tori, Howe, and Charlotte... you've made my mother think I'm totally insane to have all the shows I have.
Maybe if I type it I'll remember to call Erica. Note to self: Call Erica. I'm excited. I may get to see her this summer. I decided last month that I was determined to go up and see her this year and a few days later, she had posted she'll be heading down here with any luck in the summer. So that's good. I don't normally get excited. I forgot what it feels like.
A good percentage of my friends are in turmoil right now and I just want to kick someone's ass so that at least one of them will feel better. Girls are EVIL. Boys are EVIL. All of you should be asexual like me... and have no desire to get abused by a relationship and just become a bitter hag with cats. I may not be the happiest, but at least I'm not upset like everyone else. Please... one of you... let me kick someone for you? I'd be glad to do it. In some of the cases... they probably don't even know what I look like... so it won't come back to you, but you'll know and feel better... :D
On another note, I miss my friends. This week, other than Carlos, I had the longest conversation with Carolina. That is messed up. I haven't talked to her in months since she moved to NY... and rarely ever talk to her.
Well, it looks like my AOL is working for now and sending my files that I've been trying to send for days, so I'm going to go watch some TV with my mom... wearing no pants since Rick isn't here. Woo. And I suppose I'll have some breakfast also.