Monday, December 15, 2008

When left to my own devices...

So, I decided to stay home from work today. Life has been a bit overwhelming lately, and it's reflected in the crap state of my apartment, which has not, as yet, completed the unpacking process (as if I have nothing to do with it). So I thought the best way to make my soul feel less chaotic would be to make my environment less chaotic. And I will say, it has worked. I'm not completely "cured" of my maladies, but I feel a hell of a lot better.

I will admit, I have not showered today, I have not brushed my teeth, I have not eaten a real meal. I DID however, brush my hair. Mostly because I found a hair brush I'm particularly fond of and wanted to reaffirm my affinity by using it. I brush my hair less than half a dozen times per year, so I'm not sure this counts toward grooming.

The clean up project found me starting my day in a bathrobe. But that became a bit cumbersome, considering I kept having to re-tie the belt. There was the option of ditching the robe altogether, and I don't mind doing all this stuff naked, except for a couple of issues. 1) I'm pulling stuff out of boxes. A lot of the boxes have dirt and dust in them. I don't want to get that all over my nudity. 2) I have big boobs. And when I get going, my boobs start to sweat underneath. It's just uncomfortable in a sticky way, and why most women who have big boobs don't relish going bra-less. Plus, there's something about having them strapped down with a barbaric combination of elastic and wire that makes me feel more secure throughout the day. 3) It's COLD in my apartment. Even when I'm moving around. Being naked and cold seems seriously ridiculous considering the bulk of my project consisted of folding and organizing my own clothing.

As the first hours of my day wore on, I grabbed different articles of clothing to put on my body. The end result being what you see below:



At first glance this ensemble may not seem hilarious, but when I break it down, you might laugh at me like I laughed at me when I finally took a good look at myself.

First, the pants. I will say, this was the first article of clothing. They are pants I believe once belonged to Nassim's brother. They just appeared one day after I had lost my favorite pair of cargo pants. Nassim had gotten an earful of whining when I realized they had gone missing, and I suspect he might have stolen them from his brother and placed them gingerly among my other pants so as to ease my misery. Sweet guy, huh? Of course, I poo-poo-ed them, and never put them on until now. Half because they clearly were NOT my beloved cargo pants (why the hell does a 36 year old woman own cargo pants if she's not a gardener or a zookeeper? I don't know, but they're comfortable and this isn't What Not To Wear), and half because I didn't want Nassim's brother to catch me wearing his pants. Now that I've worn them, they're pretty great as hang-around-the-house pants. And there's no longer any danger of Nassim's brother catching me in them.

I walked around with just the pants on for a while. Then, as I mentioned, I got cold.

As my coldness reached a crucial act-now level, I was dealing with a pile of clothing I will never wear. When I got my job almost a year ago, I realized I would need some new work clothes. My previous job at Dolby afforded my boss the freedom to wear fleece jackets, elastic waistband floods and clogs. All at the age of 42. You can just imagine what my idea of "business casual" was. My preferred shopping venue is online. And a site like bluefly.com was a favorite. Of course when I got my load of bluefly articles, TWO of them were defective. But did I return them? Oh no. That's too much work. There's a flaw in this system, I know. I've improved since then Especially with the reminder of the two articles of clothing hanging around. Yes, not only did I order them, receive them, and then not return them, I KEPT THEM AROUND for no reason I can think to give. Well, I found one of those two items today. A lovely light blue cowl neck made of jersey material. The front of the cowl neck was partially sewn to itself, giving it an assymetrical look. I've occasionally wondered whether it's supposed to be that way, but am reassured once I try it on. It's been tried on eight times now. By me.

But today, I didn't need to take it off because I wasn't going anywhere. I didn't have to wear a camisole underneath, and what's more, I did not have to wear a bra. Now, my outfit is almost complete. I have Nassim's brothers pajama-like pants on, and my defective bluefly.com cowl neck with no cami and no bra on, creating a daring plunging neck line rarely seen off the red carpet for good reason.

But really, to make the outfit whole, one should accessorize. Upon unpacking a random box, I found my one and only belt. It's a pretty awesome belt I rarely wear because one time someone took a picture of me wearing it and I looked fat in the photo. Yes, I realize the belt had nothing to do with me looking fat, and in fact, it probably helped lessen the "fatness", but somehow I associated the belt with me looking lumpy in this one photo (I think I might have had a bit too much to drink when that photo was taken and I will say I never sit up straight when I'm lit - thus accentuating the "fatness"), so I put it away to be dealt with once the sting of the photo wore off. It's a wide brown leather, with black, gold, bronze and silver rivets all over it. Very cool. So why not put it on? Why not indeed.

Now that I no longer need articles of clothing, I go about making my apartment look like a human being who gives a crap about her life lives in it.

Six hours later, I took one look at myself and realized how unironically I put myself together on this special day. I just felt I had to take a picture of myself with my cell phone, and post that bad lad on the internets for all to see. I hope this has reached in you in good spirits.

Happy Holidays, people.

PS: You can thank me later for covering my braless melons with my forearms. It was totally done on purpose.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

getting old

You know you're getting old when you watch the movie Juno and relate more strongly to Jennifer Garner's character than JUNO herself.

Plus, all you people making babies out there are making me itchy to make my own. Is that weird to admit? Meh, too bad for you, it's all your fault anyway.

As a side note, I'm immediately going to iTunes to buy the Juno soundtrack. It's pretty F-ing awesome.

And then as another sidenote, I think it's interesting that it took me until almost 36 years old to get this biological clock a tickin'.

Plus of that (as Nassim would say), it's raining the first real rain of fall in San Francisco. It's such a relief to me. The sun is beautiful, but it freaks me out after a while. That's what I get for growing up with 4 seasons, i guess.

PS: I don't like Sarah Palin.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Fly London

I found a great line of shoes today. Their tag line is something about universal youth fashion culture. What the hell is that? As far as I can tell, these shoes are for the woman who likes John Fluevog in theory, but just can't get with the drama of it all (particularly of the hourglass heel - eesh).

Fly London's website is irritating design junk (although it clued me in on some wicked bags), so check them out at endless.com

http://www.endless.com/s/ref=topnav_sk__gw/102-9198084-1304905/?type=&showDesigner=&node=242169011&keywords=fly+london

Saturday, September 20, 2008

just popped in my head

With a deep pang of discomfort I realized that in my adult world with all the stupid struggling and anxiety and self doubt, the source of my courage to live, to change, to persist is at the center of my "inner child". Where all that fairy princess hope still exists. Doesn't that seem to be a bit of a conflict? Doesn't that mean I should be reconsidering the part of my life considered adult?

Monday, September 15, 2008

Scared Rabbit

I love how I ran into my ex on Friday night, and he ran away so scared. If I had to put his expression into words it would have said this: "I am such a douchebag. She is so hot. And so awesome. I acted generally like a jerk when we were together. Man was I an idiot. I'm now going to run the F away."

Ok, that might be an exaggeration. But he WAS gape mouthed and dopey shocked. And he DID run away.

Thankfully, I had had the presence of mind to wear an awesome outfit that evening.

Overall a satisfying experience.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

babies

EVERYONE I KNOW HAS HAD A BABY IN THE LAST 4 MONTHS. WHAT'S UP PROCREATORS!!??!

hammerhead sharks

a hammerhead shark can detect a half a billionth of a volt of electricity. this is more than enough to pick up the heartbeats of fish. they're the only being to hunt using electricity on this planet. i'm so amazed. thank you animal planet.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

SOS

I'm sending out a distress signal. I'm now on my fourth hour of Rock of Love. Brett Michaels is a loathsome human being. Pretty much a douche. He loves the word "awesome". A whole lot. He says "Here's the thing...".

And there are women who continue to want to sleep with him. I'm pretty sure these women had collagen injected in their brains. OOPS! I missed your upper lip! I cannot relate to a single one of them. They make me itchy. But I need to see this competition through.

What cracks me up is his ridiculous decision making skills. "Yes, she's manipulative. Yes, she's lied to me, but she's doing what she has to to get her man, and I like that."

Yet, I feel i need to see this through. I need to know who is chosen to be his ROCK OF LOVE.

Monday, June 30, 2008

fabulous one liner

"That kid's fruitier than Carmen Miranda's hat rack."

I will be applying this liberally.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

another bathroom thing

yet another wrapper on a society obsessed with sealable airtight products.

What in the F is the deal with toilet seat liners? Why are we using these? Is it to absorb the pee drops some women can't resist leaving on a public toilet seat (another blog altogether)? Disappointingly and frrom experience, it doesn't absorb the pee enough. Are they some magical barrier preventing the spread of all those nasty toilet seat transmitted diseases my great aunt warned my mother about? Or the crabs my sophomore year college roommate claimed she got from a toilet seat? Could their plague have been avoided?

Women who use these possibly-thousands-of-butts-touching-the-same-place preventers seem overly fussy to me. And they seem like germaphobes. These are the same women who harass their hands with antibacterial gel several times a day. We live in a world crammed full of people and its getting more crowded. Toilet seat liners aren't going to prevent a damned thing.

But PS: Here's what I LIKE about the toilet seat liners. It's fun to pee on the middle part until it collapses into the toilet. Although I don't like it enough to continue using them after my These-Are-Useless realization.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Meditation

Is it considered meditation if you're sitting on the toilet? Honestly, I get into some deep relaxation and heavy thoughts when I'm sitting there. My mind can either be deeply engaged in my body or float far far away. Plus, I'm more naked, so I feel closer to my "natural state".

The only issue I face are the other women who share the bathroom. Sometimes they use the bathroom for meditation purposes. Most of the time this does not distract me from my own, but sometimes it does. What I really don't like are the heavy breathers. These women act like the bathroom is a trauma to be endured. They really throw off my vibes.

Monday, June 23, 2008

hell is knocking

http://www.heelarious.com/index.php

further evidence we are very very close to the end of the world. VERY CLOSE.

From another article about the HEELarious baby heels, "The weight of a baby standing up in them would apparently crack the heel in half." Crack in half and splinter into your baby's feet? Are there homing devices embedded in the shoes by the Departement of Social Services tracking all the A-hole mothers who buy these? Jesus on a stick, I hope so.

Friday, June 20, 2008

pink lemonade

Wikipedia says some guy accidentally put cinamon candies in his yellow lemonade and it sold "surprisingly well". After that, grenadine was used to color pink lemonade. So... pink lemonade is pink because of food coloring and it has always been thus. I am unimpressed, folks.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Question

What the hell is PINK lemonade?! Seriously, I was pouring a package of Pink Lemonade flavored EmergenC into my Nalgene bottle, and thought "Is there such a thing as a pink lemon?" and not in the ironic way. I feel like the plastic coating on my American life has finally seeped into my brain.

Anybody got any answers on the pink thing?

Friday, June 6, 2008

in a meeting

i was in a meeting this morning. the meeting went pretty well. i like talking about designing databases, organizing information (seriously, shut up). but then i got bored. the views from our offices are reeeeaaaaalllyyy nice. I often just stare out the window to give my brain a break.

halfway through a point being made, i lost it and my attention carreened into the Bay and Angel Island and Alcatraz. i mentally perked up a few seconds later realizing i had lost the thread of the conversation. i laughed to myself thinking, "this is one of those moments in the Simpsons where Homer has a thought bubble with a circus monkey banging symbols and Homer's voice saying 'doh doh doh doh doh....'" Then I literally thought "doh doh doh doh doh...." and truly lost any hope of recovering back into the gyst of the meeting. that seemed pretty dumb to me.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

the ring

Is it wrong to build my own engagement ring online while at work? Probably no more wrong than blogging about it directly afterward.

In case you'd like to know...

square cut platinum shank setting

.84 carat D color Very Good Cut WS1 (I don't know what that means) diamond

It only costs $5250!! Uh, hmmmm.

I know I should be concerning myself with more important issues. But the girl in me is calling out to the lovely shiny ring. Kiss me, lovely shiny ring. I want to wake up with a craggy deep indentation on my cheek from your pointy pointy corners. I want you to distract me with your brilliance while driving around town. I want to jiggle my hand ever so slightly to adjust your placement, so that others may see you better.

There aren't too many aspects of the All-American wedding dream I actually buy into. Yet, clearly, I'm a deer caught in the ring's dazzling-cut, D-colored headlights.

Monday, June 2, 2008

perusing

I was perusing the other blogs. I became slightly dissillusioned.

#1 Lots of blogs that LOOK interesting - judging from the pictures - but are in a different language. Primarily Spanish. NO ABLA damnit...

#2 Lots of boring pictures of white people's babies. Your baby is fat and blonde. Duh.

#3 SCRAP BOOKING. What? Yes. I went through probably 20 different blogs. THREE of them referenced or were all about scrap booking. I call it crap booking. Because who give a crap? Crap Booking is lame. Did you know there are crap booking classes?! Mid American INSANITY, I say. Go back to school or something. Leave the puffy paint to the 3rd grade glitter princesses.

PS: Sorry to all you crap bookers out there.

the lawyer was mean to me

Ok, really. This is work. No need to be mean. I swear to god, she was angry from the moment she called. "This is just a renegotiation. Why are we making all these changes?!" Yelling. My boss could hear her yelling from my handset. I became a wrung out wash cloth. When she demanded not to deal with me "You're not an ATTORNEY?! I think I should speak with an attorney..." My response? "Ok, that sounds nice. Goodbye." And I hung up. I was so completely discombobulated that "Ok, that sounds nice." was the only thing I could think of to say. I just wanted her OFF... MY... PHONE.

I think I just failed "Angry 101 - How to deal with difficult client lawyers"

Saturday, May 31, 2008

I got the ULTIMATE compliment from a good friend today. she wrote me an email and told me she missed my blogs from myspace. Considering myspace is now a passe joke along the lines of friendster or even the word "rave" as in "I went to a 'rave' last night and I'm still trippin", I had to figure out where to post my funny-narcissistic thoughts. Because if someone tells you they like your writing, you get off your butt and start typing. Otherwise, you've wasted one of those "you really like me" moments that actually mean a shitload to anyone who receives one, whether they admit it or not.

Thing is, I'm in a relatively stable relationship. Usually, when I'm in a stable relationship, my life calms down to the point where I become kind of boring.

Another issue is that when I was blogging on myspace, I had a loathsome job. No, wait, I had a loathsome boss. She, in turn, made my job rather loathsome. Plus, my life. My life eventually became loathsome as a result of boss/job. When you have a loathsome boss/job/life, you don't give a shit about who catches you blogging at work. You blog, you shop, you pay bills, you try to fart when no one's smelling. Anyway, my current job is not nearly as glamorous as my last one, but I gotta say, my boss rocks, and when I leave at 4:30 (yeah, I said 4:30. JEALOUS?! I would be), I do not give my job a second thought. In light of this, I will probably have less time to just blah blah blah all about ME.

So, maybe I won't be so interesting. Maybe I won't be so funny. If I'm not, please do not tell me.

By the way, Chelsea Handler isn't as funny as she should be. She's like a dumbed down, less bitchy version of Kathy Griffin. I like Kathy Griffin way better.

Here goes.