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bullets are pretty chill

Reasons why I am happy right now:

  • I am going to ‘n’awlins’ for pardi gras.  With my little bro ! Yes!
  • My bogus cleanse is over and I can once again eat hard food…and drink (ergo:)
  • I am a bit tipsy.
  • The worst day of work EVER is finally over :) :) :)

Things that are cramping my style right now:

  • Consideration of the hangover I’m going to be doomed with tomorrow
  • My concern for America’s economic future
  • The piles of work I have sitting on my desk anxiously awaiting my attention

Thus, blogga-world, I do not believe you will be hearing from me until I return from New Orleans–I will be bringing my laptop, of course, and I’ll have my mobile so perhaps I shall feel motivated to blog…although more likely than not I’ll be intoxicated.  So there’s that.

Also…I just feel inclined to say that I was reading a fellow blogga’s thoughts on blogging recently, and she said something like ‘I am a writer, and not, I want to add emphatically, a diarist.’  Now…I want to emphatically add that I was equally amused and annoyed by this statement.   This could be a reason why I’m not the prom queen of  blogga-world, but in case you couldn’t tell, I am a diarist!  Weblogs are not theses, they are not novels, and I don’t really take them all that seriously–this is mostly due to the fact that I don’t take anything too seriously, but of the things that should be taken seriously in my mind, weblogging isn’t particularly high on the list.  Thus, I put very little thought into what the hell I write on here and just kind of ramble about whatever is on my mind at my time.  I don’t censor myself and I don’t really think about how I might be coming across.  Sometimes this results in me reading things I’ve written and feeling like an arse, but the thing is that I spend most of my life behaving in an appropriate and polite manner and this is sort of my outlet for the thoughts that are not necessarily expressed.  I think this is kind of problematic because I think writing something makes it seem as though the ideas being expressed are well thought out or complete depictions of the issue at hand, and thus a passing thought becomes this statement of what I believe or think–when often it’s just a small slice of my overall view on something that is skewed by a variety of factors, ie. recent events in my life, my mood, my disposition, etcetera. And for the love of god (or whatever) please don’t take anything I say all that seriously. Lord knows I don’t.

That is kind of ramble-y, but hopefully you get the point even though I don’t think I’ve made much sense. I really enjoy the fact that I don’t need to worry about being politically correct, polite, etcetera on here–sure I think it probably leads to me expressing a lot of negativity and shit, but it needs to be expressed my friends! Also–believe it or not–I rarely curse in real life.  Isn’t that strange?  I was thinking about how a lot of people don’t curse in their weblogs, and the thing is that I don’t really curse when speaking–but I do curse when thinking.  Haha.  Doesn’t everyone?

So the things I say on here…I think they should be read as thoughts, as writing for me is more of an expression of thought than it is a means of stating something.

Hah, I think that sounds kind of contradictory and stupid, but it is the best way of conveying what I’m trying to say…

I think I need some sleep!

If I don’t write from nola, peace and love for the next few days! :)

x C

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f my life

Firstly, if you have missed out on the brilliance of this website, then I suggest you check out fmylife.com!  It is quite hilarious, and totally my sense of humour, as there is nothing I find more amusing that the absurdity of everyday life.

Secondly…my apologies for being a delinquent blogga.  I spent the majority of last week paying for my one day of freedom with extreme productivity and also dealt with a bit of an internal conflict regarding the concept of keeping a weblog.  But I’m chillin’ now…so it is all good.

Thirdly, the past week or so has been overflowing with manly misadventures so  I suppose I shall update you on what has gone down!

I made the rainbow cake (which will be a tale for another day) for Mason and he kind of freaked out…he made such a big deal out of it that I didn’t really know what to say or do.  I am generally immune to awkwardness, but I didn’t really think it was a huge deal, and he acted like I’d given him a kidney.  Marley told me this was because I was ‘clearly declaring my love for him, à la Napoleon Dynamite’ (in the film Napoleon’s sidekick with a poor grasp of the English language, Pedro, suggests that in order to ask a girl to a dance, Napoleon “bake her a cake or something”).  This left me feeling like a big dork, a sentiment that was only made worse the day after Mason’s party when my coworker Theresa commented that Mason ‘looked like he was going to cry’ when I gave him the cake.  Not exactly the reaction I was going for.

This strange situation was further compounded by the fact that I had to work Saturday night–I had volunteered to work on Valentine’s Day because I’m not the biggest fan of said cheesefest and especially of the behaviour it tends to induce in Mr. Martini, although I was no more interested in spending the “holiday” with any of the other men in my life right now.  Not to mention, I knew most of my coworkers were in relationships so I thought it would be nice if they could have the night off to recite poetry and listen to Sinatra.  See, I’m not entirely bitter!

However, Mason switched shifts with someone so that we could work together Saturday night…so that ‘my Valentine’s Day wouldn’t completely suck’.  I thought this was very sweet, and was quite excited that we’d be spending the evening together–even if it were to be spent at work.  After the cake incident, though, I was a bit weirded out about this, especially since he has a girlfriend–I imagine they are on the verge of breaking up, but nonetheless, I’m not trying to spend singles awareness day with someone who is not single…

Then there’s Mr. Martini, who spent the weekend here despite my numerous reminders that I would not be available on Saturday, and true to form, planned a super over-the-top date for Friday night.

Unfortunately, one of my very best friends was dumped by her EVIL boyfriend on Thursday.  Yup, you read that correctly.  Her boyfriend of five years broke up with her right before Valentine’s Day.  I cannot tell you how angry this makes me, but I am comforted by the fact that I know karma will come back to bite him in his sorry ass.

So, considering that my friend was feeling a bit psycho-crazy, I thought it best to not leave her alone Friday night…however, I also felt awful cancelling on Mr. Martini.  So, I told him what was up, and because he is so crazy awesome, he said that she could come along.  I also felt like getting her out and about and wined and dined would be good for her morale.  And my dear, sweet, Mr. Martini was so very cool about it and even got roses and chocolate for my friend.  How nice is that?  I was really happy that he was so nice about her crashing because we hadn’t seen each other in a while and I think he was looking forward to some intense romance…but, he was perfectly kind and understanding, he even listened to my friend moan throughout the entire evening and was totally sincerely sympathetic and comforting.  It made me appreciate him so much more, because I know he isn’t particularly fond of this friend and we haven’t been on the best terms, and the fact that he was so sweet about the whole thing was just incredibly endearing.

Blah blah blah, this entry is boring me…

To sum things up, Mason and I had fun making fun of the yucky couples on Valentine’s Day, and my girlfriend joined in, as she chilled at the coffee shoppe all night so she would not be ‘drowning in an ocean of tears’ as she so nonchalantly put it.  Then, the three of us went out and drank massive amounts of tequila and continued to have a number of laughs at the expense of Cupid et al.

However, tequila has long been an enemy of mine, something I conveniently forget all-too-often, and upon approaching Mr. Martini’s hotel, I felt the uncontrollable impulse to tell the cab driver I needed to get out.  It is true, I showed up at my (ex) lover’s hotel room at 2 am on Valentine’s Day, exceptionally intoxicated.  How tragic am I?

Mr. Martini was awake and seemed pleased to see me, although I do believe he was somewhat taken aback by my drunken state as I tend to be on my best behaviour in his presence.  I don’t recall much but I believe I went to sleep straightaway, presumably after confessing my undying love and devotion to him.  The next morning, I awoke quite late and probably looking somewhat reminiscent of roadkill, to an awesome champagne breakfast (I obviously skipped the bubbly) and Mr. Martini smirking at me and inquiring as to when we were going to ‘talk about last night’.  I believe I told him “never”, and left it at that–truthfully, I kind of wish that Mr. Martini had skipped the very sweet gesture of ordering breakfast because I was probably blushing throughout the meal and really, really just wanted to leave.

But it gets better.  I arrived at work yesterday to discover that Mason and my friend had spent the night together, ‘but nothing happened.’  My friend confirmed this supposed innocence, but  it’s kind of the latest turn-off in a string of unappealing actions for Mason–not least of all because I think it highly inappropriate for someone with a girlfriend to be sharing a bed with anyone…and certainly not my best friend who just had her heart broken.  Although he tells me “she said she just didn’t want to be alone” and he “felt bad”, to me this screams of shadiness.  Perhaps I am imagining it though…maybe they’re both just oddballs. In any case, it makes me think to myself, “fuck my life”.

So tonight I must face Mr. Martini…and I am really embarrassed because I unfortunately have very little recollection of the other night.  Boo!

…f my life. :)

I hope everyone out there in blogga-land had a fantastic Valentine’s Day, devoid of drunken debauchery and intoxicated impromptu sonnets!

xx Charlee

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Lazy Saturday

Ahh–I just woke up.  How I love Saturdays when I have nothing to do in the morning aside from sleeping as late as I fancy. :-)

However, I am a little hungover due to being quite a bit overserved last night–someone I have been seeing rather casually wanted to take me to some cocktail party, which was, as expected, lame (not in a manner totally dissimilar to my date!)  How I wish I could find a man who did not bore me terribly in one way or another (thus forcing me to get my drink on, heavily.)

On that note–I unfortunately didn’t end up meeting up with Mason, which is sad because he is indeed a man who does not bore me in one way or another.  Of course there’s still that whole girlfriend thing…

Anyway, I must be off, I have lots of little errands to run today and it being the new year and all, I am actually going to drag my arse to the gym.

Later!
x C

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