Filed under: the redhead
The Redhead: i am a borderline only child, since i was 5 when my sister was born
The Redhead: that’s apparently about the cutoff
TJ: I’m a borderline only child because I choose to behave like one, since my siblings are lesser people who were really never worth my attention.
The Redhead: hee.
The Redhead: this is why we get along
TJ: Because we’re both self-centered in a non-apologetic way?
The Redhead: not to mention cheeky and cute!
Filed under: life
I had a meeting with my boss shortly after I made the last post. I’m on good terms with her, always have been, but I’m always a little tense going into these meetings. And it was a meeting I requested. But whatever.
Boss: Oh, you look nice today.
TJ : MY UNDERWEAR TOTALLY MATCH THE THEME. So… uh. I wanted to talk to you about an alternative work arrangement… hrrm.
Filed under: life
One of the (very few, as far as I can see) problems with being single is that sometimes you do things that you know you’re just not going to get any appreciation for.
A couple of people have commented that I look nice today, it’s true, I really do, but they’re just seeing the shoes, skirt and shirt. I’m really fighting the urge to yell after them,
“Oh, thanks. I coordinated my underwear with the rest of the outfit, want to s– HEY! WHERE YOU GOING? COME BACK! IT’S ALSO BLACK AND WHITE! I’VE GOT A THEME! A THEME!!“
The Redhead: you haven’t posted anything to the blog in forEVER
TJ: OKAY
The Redhead: what about wednesday and thursday of your week of misbehavior??
She’s right, I could totally write about those, but tough crap. Here’s an embarassing thing that happened to me one time.
So I had gone out to Michigan to see my most recent ex-boyfriend (who wasn’t ex-y at the time). You may be familiar with his snarky comments randomly scattered throughout the entries round these parts. Anyway, I got there on a Friday, and on Saturday, his parents came up to have dinner with us and go out to karaoke (yes, he likes karaoke. He’s all right looking, so I let it slide.)
Anyway, so I travelled all day Friday, drank quite a bit, nearly got stuck in Detroit, but there’s yet another story, and by Saturday afternoon/evening, I was a bit tired, a bit residually hungover, and just not generally feeling my very best.
His parents arrived, he was cooking dinner (yet another reason why I let the karaoke slide) and I talked with them for a bit. I believe my first words to his father were “I don’t have to take this crap from you!” and at some point I got in a bit of a tensely polite argument with his mother over whether or not said boyfriend needed to lose any weight (I didn’t think so – and don’t think that’s because I’m not shallow, and beauty is on the inside. I’m totally shallow. I just like big dudes).
So anyway, boyfriend is cooking dinner, boyfriend’s mother is playing Tetris, boyfriend’s father is engrossed with Google Earth, and I took the time to slip away to the bedroom to lay down for a few minutes.
After some time, boyfriend’s mother, being the concerned and excellent parent she is, came in to check on me. I sat up, we chatted for a few minutes, talking about how exhausting the trip was, about the bed boyfriend had made for himself that I practically needed to be picked up and thrown into, and the little carebear I had given him that was sitting on his nightstand, and we both went out to the living room for dinner.
After finishing eating and starting to think about getting going out to the bar, I was leaning against the boyfriend, looking tired, and boyfriend’s father made a comment on it. Boyfriend’s mother said “Maybe someone shouldn’t be keeping her up all night,” and winked at me. Something she had been doing, along with making curious little comments, all through dinner. I was starting to become a bit puzzled.
The parents left to go check into a hotel and meet us over at the bar in a little bit, and I talked briefly with the boyfriend about how strange his mother had been acting. He wasn’t sure what it was about either, so I tried to remember if, in my exhaustion, I had said something strange, or acting funny, and I started to go over what had happened since they arrived.
“Well, she came into your room and rubbed my back for a second, we talked about the trip… Oh, and I showed her the carebear… which was… right next to the open box of condoms.”
Sweet.
Filed under: the redhead
The Redhead: for real, that girl is batty
TJ: she’s not very… well thought out.
TJ: but she’s nice!
The Redhead: kind of like the opposite of me
Filed under: quick clips
So I’m having a pretty ‘meh’ day. I’m not in a bad mood, I’m not in a good mood. I don’t really feel like doing anything, and I’m pretty okay with that. Reading a little, goofing around on the internet a little, considering cleaning my room in that ‘no way in hell it’s gonna happen’ kind of way.
And then I came across this. This… I don’t even know. Here’s the thing. I’ve completely snapped out of my ‘meh.’
But the scary part is, I don’t know if I snapped out of it because this was just that damn funny… or because I actually enjoyed it. I think I’m dangerously leaning towards the latter.
via Awesome!
Filed under: life
Hmmm… my Mother sense is tingling. I think my daughter is somewhere being happy. I must find her and burst this bubble, post haste. POST. HASTE.
What’s that TJ? You’re going to the beach and there is going to be perfect weather and you’re going with your best friends and you have SPF 4 million sunscreen and you’ve discovered the key to being able to drink all you want with no hangovers? Well… I hope a bird doesn’t SHIT IN YOUR EYE.
