what happens in las vegas, stays in vegas
I've been a bad, bad girl this past week, not a way to end 2004. As a testimony to my self-indulgence, I shelled out $170ish just in a couple of days.
-$15 went to skin care product
-$5 went to a novelty key chain that I couldn't refuse
-$12 went to 4 fancy smancy hairbands
and the big check of $140.44 (tax inclusive) went to 1 jean jacket, 4 no-sleeved smancy fancy tops, 3 sweaters, 1 long top, 1 long black dress skirt, and 1 smancy fancy scarf bring grand to $789.88.
Now I don't know where I am going with these, but somehow I convinced myself to believe that one day I'll be needing them. Not a good idea, but other than S,D,&R&R, I don't know what to do to get high.
New Year's Eve was a blast of sorts, if you compared it to the past 10 New Year's Eve at home watching Mr. Bean reruns. Yes, we (my sister and I) went to the Mexicans after all, doing the Mexican dance even when we were sober. Needless to say, that I was thinking less of the match-making efforts than the fun I'm supposed to have with no strings attached. It was good enough not to rehash the night but just enjoy it while I can while I'm there.
My sister and I have two very different versions of the "story." But I told her, that she doesn't see what I see because she's more naive. I know when I'm being hit on, and more so, when I'm rejected, and I can see when she's being hit on but she seems to be oblivious to it. You don't have to tell me twice or even say it out loud for me to figure out what's what. I say there's a triangle...no, not even, but more like a hexagon with lines only pointing in wayward directions, but she's says there's a match - a match that she is eager to continue.
A match that is not according to the original plan. Both my sister and a 14 yr old guru - eldest daughter in the Mexican family (seems more mature than my sister) says that the latecomer Headless Horseman suits me better. Maybe so, but it means diddly squat if he's shooting lasers in my sister's direction, which my sister doesn't see because she doesn't believe that she's being hit on quite a lot, 10x my rate. Even her friends tell her that customers were flirting with her and asking her out but she doesn't believe that she's hot enough to be hit on. Anyway, she doesn't believe that anyone could like her more than just friends, even if other people could see in plain sight that they do. Even if a guy spells it out for her in big letters, she always says they are drunk and don't know what they are saying. Frankly, her confidence level is not quite up to par, because she doesn't see that she is much prettier than she thinks.
Anyway, she's trying to match make me with the Headless Horseman and I told her, don't bother. I certainly don't want to be the "pity date." I know that the "just friends" sign is flashing in big letters when I see them. And it's no big deal. What good could it do? I'm just there to have fun, and the boy-hunting days are over. Well, it's more like my parents' boy hunting days are over. I certainly don't need to aggravate myself thinking about it when there's nothing going on. The Chef that my pseudo mommy wants to hook me up with? Well, certainly, I can tell it's kaput when it is. But who knows? No need to read more into it than what it is, because I've been too preoccupied with signals or lack thereof that I miss them, or misinterpret them. So much for the advent of communication or straight talk. But I had fun nonetheless partying with them. Whatever that comes out of it or not, is a thing that only time would tell. No need to be sitting on my ass moping around the pig of the lost years, the burns-flanders of christmas past (what a regretful circumstance), and the jumping beans of the new year, because I'm leaving that all behind and start new.
-$15 went to skin care product
-$5 went to a novelty key chain that I couldn't refuse
-$12 went to 4 fancy smancy hairbands
and the big check of $140.44 (tax inclusive) went to 1 jean jacket, 4 no-sleeved smancy fancy tops, 3 sweaters, 1 long top, 1 long black dress skirt, and 1 smancy fancy scarf bring grand to $789.88.
Now I don't know where I am going with these, but somehow I convinced myself to believe that one day I'll be needing them. Not a good idea, but other than S,D,&R&R, I don't know what to do to get high.
New Year's Eve was a blast of sorts, if you compared it to the past 10 New Year's Eve at home watching Mr. Bean reruns. Yes, we (my sister and I) went to the Mexicans after all, doing the Mexican dance even when we were sober. Needless to say, that I was thinking less of the match-making efforts than the fun I'm supposed to have with no strings attached. It was good enough not to rehash the night but just enjoy it while I can while I'm there.
My sister and I have two very different versions of the "story." But I told her, that she doesn't see what I see because she's more naive. I know when I'm being hit on, and more so, when I'm rejected, and I can see when she's being hit on but she seems to be oblivious to it. You don't have to tell me twice or even say it out loud for me to figure out what's what. I say there's a triangle...no, not even, but more like a hexagon with lines only pointing in wayward directions, but she's says there's a match - a match that she is eager to continue.
A match that is not according to the original plan. Both my sister and a 14 yr old guru - eldest daughter in the Mexican family (seems more mature than my sister) says that the latecomer Headless Horseman suits me better. Maybe so, but it means diddly squat if he's shooting lasers in my sister's direction, which my sister doesn't see because she doesn't believe that she's being hit on quite a lot, 10x my rate. Even her friends tell her that customers were flirting with her and asking her out but she doesn't believe that she's hot enough to be hit on. Anyway, she doesn't believe that anyone could like her more than just friends, even if other people could see in plain sight that they do. Even if a guy spells it out for her in big letters, she always says they are drunk and don't know what they are saying. Frankly, her confidence level is not quite up to par, because she doesn't see that she is much prettier than she thinks.
Anyway, she's trying to match make me with the Headless Horseman and I told her, don't bother. I certainly don't want to be the "pity date." I know that the "just friends" sign is flashing in big letters when I see them. And it's no big deal. What good could it do? I'm just there to have fun, and the boy-hunting days are over. Well, it's more like my parents' boy hunting days are over. I certainly don't need to aggravate myself thinking about it when there's nothing going on. The Chef that my pseudo mommy wants to hook me up with? Well, certainly, I can tell it's kaput when it is. But who knows? No need to read more into it than what it is, because I've been too preoccupied with signals or lack thereof that I miss them, or misinterpret them. So much for the advent of communication or straight talk. But I had fun nonetheless partying with them. Whatever that comes out of it or not, is a thing that only time would tell. No need to be sitting on my ass moping around the pig of the lost years, the burns-flanders of christmas past (what a regretful circumstance), and the jumping beans of the new year, because I'm leaving that all behind and start new.