A typical weekend morning conversation

Me (yawning and rubbing my eyes): I love waking up next to you.
Him: I like it too.
Me: You didn't let me finish.
Him (blinks)
Me: I love waking up next to you because it means you didn't kill me in my sleep.

posted by angie at 11:05 PM
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Things are things, yo.

I am saddened to learn that Paul Newman, the man I both respect for his incredible movies (Cool Hand Luke) and his witty and tasty salad dressings, has passed. He has and will always be one of my 'actors older than me who I'd definately marry', so it's with a sad heart that I take him off the list. Every time one of them dies it makes me feel older - the older we get, the faster they go.

The boy is great, really. I have one minor bone to pick with him but I'm going to wait with that until he gets back from his birthday weekend wedding trip (this was something planned well before he and I met). Nothing serious at all, so no worries.

I'm back on the market for second jobs. I love mine, but I don't make enough money to feel safe anymore. Like, safe should my car take a shit or safe if something came up. I have no savings, no health insurance, and no credit cards. I do have a loan with a couple grand room on it, but really, it's a line of credit so it isn't even my money. This girl is BROKE, ya'll. I can afford food and shelter etc., but any money that comes in goes straight back out. I cannot wait to cohabitate with someone for the sole fact that I'll get to split rent and utilities. I won't get a roommate though - this girl likes her space.

I love my new car. Well, new-to-me car. I've had the Golf for about a month or so now and I swear to god if I don't hug it every time I get in it. It's dusty though, so I have no idea how THAT happened, but other than the constant vacuuming it looks like I'll be doing it is awesome.

I really cant think of one other thing right now.

posted by angie at 10:51 AM
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Viva la Douchebag!

I'm great, just busy as all hell. But really, really great.

Looks like this one is finally stickin', ya'll, and he's a hoot, very sweet, and we've had so many adventures already in just this past month that I'm starting to lose count.

We've got plans for halloween, next summer, road trips... yeah - we're talking about this stuff already.

So, since every damn time I mention a boy here he turns into a douchebag and heads for the hills, let's test this theory again, shall we?

posted by angie at 10:25 PM
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Well, shit

Since it's been discussed with the other party to some degree, I guess I can spill it a little with less worry of the universe and all of its shitting:

I think I've got an almost relationship.

I say almost because we're in the very early stages yet, but it's moving steadily in that direction, we're both completely smitten, I've taken an online dating profile off and he hasn't logged on since Date 1, and shit - I actually quit smoking officially (I have been a very passive smoker for a very long time - not everyday, not always a full cigarette - I'm the smoker that smoker's hate).

But holy balls internet - I'm HOOKED. I wasn't even looking. Ya'll know my history with men - I seriously WAS. NOT. looking - I don't need that bullshit. This one? Totally bullshit free. Someone needs to highfive me like, yesterday.

posted by angie at 9:30 PM
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Update

There has been an interesting turn of events in blueshoeland, and while I have to be vague and not talk about Fight Club (every time I discuss new things here the universe pisses on them), this is really, really great.

We're going to cross our fingers here that the momentum just of the past 48 hours only gets stronger. The best part: I'm fairly certain it will.

I'll give full disclosure when I'm past the point of EPIC FAIL.

posted by angie at 11:15 PM
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Did you ever:

Spend money (ok, a lot lot of money) on something so completely frivolous and spontaneous that you had regretfully giant buyer's remorse? And it was an item YOU COULD NOT RETURN?

gah.

Yesterday was one of my most expensive days ever (even counting days with car repairs). Although it was really, really fun. And the sushi? Oh dear god like heaven with rice.

posted by angie at 6:22 AM
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While we're at it

Dear internet:

Since we have this relationship... you know... where I tell too much and you just nod your head and smile... I think you should know:

I give my number out to nice guys who I have no intention of dating.

In fairness, I ALWAYS try to talk them out of getting my number with things like 'its complicated right now' and 'I really just cant see someone', but they fight for it.

Hard.

This poor guy. This poor guy who is painfully nice and bought me drinks and was great to talk to and just. didn't. do. anything. for me.

He's a peach, but not MY peach, if that makes sense.

This poor guy couldn't understand me trying to not givve him my number. He told me I was full of it and then basically guilted me into his number (unintentionally).

This poor guy does not even know the half of it, and while being brutally nice he's basically not what I'm looking for at. all.

Ugh. Dear beer and whiskey - a big f.u. from this girl.

I'll set him straight, but it will make me feel really, really crappy. And the failsafe? No response.

m.e.h.

-Angie

posted by angie at 2:40 AM
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Bitchin and beachin

It's no secret that I LOATHE my cell phone. It's cute and sassy and the interface is so fuXXored that I can actually hit a button, get up and grab something, come back and STILL WAIT. The carrier's response? "Maybe just hard reset it by taking the battery out."

So ya'll know, to make the thing usable I have to do this at least twice a day.

However, I have good news. Apparantly this paperweight of a thing is upgradable (hello new every two!) at the end of October. I can seriously suffer my ass off to wait for this. In fact, as I'm grandfathered in (I've been with this carrier for yeaaaaars), I get a whole whopping hundred bucks toward my next phone, and last time with the internet rebates, it made this one free. So here's to spending a little to get something FANCY.

On a totally separate note - I may be having my first beer hangover ever (mild but still) from Pabst. Last night was a trip. Thank god today I get to go sit on the beach and cook it all away.

posted by angie at 10:20 AM
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The Hilarity Continues

I love checking my email, because despite getting 4 bazillion spams, a choice few have subjects that nearly make me pee my pants. Here's todays bit:

• Children Admit To Being Little Shits. Video
• John Mccain "I Promise To Invade Your Vaginas."
• [video] Mccain Vows To Replace Secret Service With His Own Bare Fists
• And Now We Return To The Subject Of Jennifer Anistons Breasts
• the comments I get about my nights with women are amazing, people think im wizard!
• John Mccain Kicks Lilly Ledbetter In The Crotch

posted by angie at 6:05 PM
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Halvsies

You know, I'm too independent for my own good. I prefer to do a lot of things myself not because I do them better but because I can. But being one half without the other sometimes, many times, makes me tired.

I'm so tired of dating already. So much effort on my part and so little on theirs. I really am not cut out for it, but that's what you have to do, I suppose.

There is one who is a very casual non-boyfriend. Someone I can text and IM and have a lot of fun with. But as much as those are really the only things I want right now from anyone - appreciation and someone to curl up with as I sleep - at the end, well, beginning of the day it isn't always enough. And in my brain, even though I know that this person is not someone I'll fall for, it's hard not to fall into the same old routine of almost wishing he'd fall for me.

I guess, then, the trouble isn't the dating. It's the other halves involved. I keep choosing differently, but they all end up being exactly the same - not interested in any effort whatsover. It's this lack of effort that makes me so. very. tired.

posted by angie at 8:44 PM
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