Happy Halloween…

so Trick or Treat?

I think I actually I’m a little of both. This got me thinking about something that my dear Wombat commented on and he was completely right I am Ms. Cryptic. I often like to think of myself as a complex puzzle, but I’m just not willing to offer up the solution. How about you all (my dear readers) ask a question about me? I think this is going to be fun. I look forward to them.

I should have...

Apparently all I do is contemplate the meaning of life. I should have been a philosophy major. Next I'm going to start working on my 12 step program.

It's offical...

I've entered the darkside. . .this is even worst then when I started smoking menthols.

Oh What! Oh What! Did I do?

how much

I have the best fiancé ever, unfortunately I don’t deserve him.

Number of attempts to hangout with “Big D”: 2
Number of times he has been a jackass to me: 3
Number of times Ellie has pestered me to buy a Halloween costume: countless
Numbers of time I passed out before 9 p.m.: 3
Number of sleeping pills I took before I passed out (since Friday): 4
Number of times I’ve gone vegan: 2
Number of times I thought about meat & cheese this weekend: um?
Number of bottles of wine consumed since Sunday: 3...oops!
Number of days until I see “Big D”: 5….too long
Number of ex’s telling you, you were the best sex they had: 1
Number of minutes on the stairmaster today: 45...OMG!
Number of bullshit emails this morning: 4
Number of times I've though of quitting life(today alone): 10 and counting.

Half-Naked v. Fuck Off & Die

Thursday....

I usually look forward to Half-Naked Thursday hence the my picture to the right on my blog, which by the way is the closest (real) peek of me any of my readers will ever get of me.

Before I digress too much its all about Half-Naked Thursday in my book. Going to work has been a joy ever since I told the guys in the office about it and they take their shirts off for me at random times of the day for me (thanks guys). Unfortunately today is anything but that. It was offically Fuck Off & Die Thursday for me and that one goes to the CTA. I mean really some of the fault could have fallen on me. I wanted a few more minutes i nthe bed this morning, decided to ration my gas and just not be bothered with sitting in the car and finding parking to get Starbuck's. But I blame the CTA, solely, I left home with plenty of time to spare thank God, I refuse to learn that lesson the hard way and be late. Train comes I get on and get off at Belmont to change to the Red Line and by Fullerton the conductor is on the PA system, "there is an emergency in the subway and the train will be stopped for awhile it is in your best interest to get off and take the Brown or Purple Line into the Loop".

Damnit are you kidding me I have to weigh my options as to which stop to get off becuase of, either way I have to catch a bus or walk the rest of the way. So I get off and proceed to walk the rest of the way to my destination, the bus was too crowded and I wasn't exactly thrilled with the CTA at the moment. Luckily I made it on time.

So here is to you CTA, FUCK OFF & DIE!

Happy Thursday people.

I know, I know...and you should too

I should know that Starbucks around the world have it out for me and that I should just give up and never buy coffee out again. I apologize ahead of time but the Pumpkin Spice Latte, completely overrated. I just have one question, maybe two. First of all, when I order a SOY Pumpkin Spice Latte why would I want whip cream on it? Whip cream that I assume is made with cow’s milk, two seconds after I order a drink sans the cow’s milk. Other topic on my mind, while in CVS last night there was a caption on a magazine that read “Better Sex, 20 Minute Rule”. Any thoughts, comments or concerns about that? I would like to know what comes into your mind when you read that. Oh and more thing, I know I should have been at a meeting instead of taking a detour after lunch and buying porn with Ellie...that was fun!

I just realized that I hadn’t posted anything in a week. I apologize to those of you who read often. I knew life was crazy, but not this crazy. Well have no worries as usual things have not been slow in the department of dump all your bullshit at CrazyBeautiful’s feet and she will clean it up on her hands and knees and with a smile to boot.

You would think I’ve been caught in a world wind romance with Charlie from the lack of blogging, life has been anything but.

Bullshit currently at my feet.

1. My friend Steph’s ex-boyfriend moved across the street from me (completely a coincidence). Problem is you would never know they haven’t been dating for the last two years, so guess who knows his daily comings and going without wanting to? I knew this would create a problem, then everything seemed ok, now I have a feeling I’m going to be caught in the middle of something ugly, time for a vacation!

2. I’m up in arms with CM this relationship either has to end or some serious changes have to be made SOON!

3. I haven’t talked to Charlie in almost two weeks. I just can’t be bothered at the moment, I have too much on my plate

4. Apparently it is peak Hay Fever season. And Guess who has been suffering?

5. Steve (crazy ex) called me Friday.

life defined

Masochism (mas•och•ism) n. A willingness or tendency to subject oneself to unpleasant or trying experiences.

Murphy's Law n. Any of certain humorous axioms stating that anything that can possibly go wrong, will go wrong.

(and yes there is a reason behind all of this...patience people)

no. 9 charlie (part3)

Where did I leave off…oh yes! That night was not the last of Charlie. I went to bed with no guilt or remorse, as I had so many other nights. I’m pretty sure there was a part of me that thought I would never see him again. Sure enough he called me the next day. I don’t think I answered his call. I do know that when we went out it was a Thursday and I called again that Monday. On my way home that Tuesday he calls and wants to know if I want to go to dinner that evening. I assume that has to be a good thing. That was the first time and hopefully the last time I had dinner at Charlie’s with Charlie. As far as I’m concerned Charlie is quite the dichotomy, he presents himself completely not of whom he appears to be. I know you should never judge a book by its cover, but that does hold some validity. He even reached over to give me a kiss when I got into the car. A surprise I was ambivalent about. We had dinner together that night and it was simply OK. But this is the time when you either start to have things in common with a person or you don’t(it may have been wiser to do that before I let him in my bed). It was becoming more and more apparent that the only thing we had in common was getting deeper into one another’s pants. As the night came to an end (so I thought) and we were at my place again he of course wanted to come in. I was not going to let this happen again. So we went to his place. We laid on the couch and talked about life and nothing special. As I look back on it, we still had nothing in common; I was simply along for the ride. The conversation always lended toward and this was not the first time, was his ex, this man was so insecure for someone who had so much to be thankful for, but couldn’t realize it. I mean I can be slightly empathetic looking back, but enough was enough, he was all me, me, me. We laid on the couch awhile longer and finally moved things into his bedroom. That night when he dropped me off at home was the last I saw of Charlie. That was until Thursday of last week.

back to the regularly scheduled program

I finally gave Charlie a call Tuesday evening on my way home. He still keeps picking up on the second ring. I know I shouldn’t read into it that much, but It just floors me that he all of a sudden cares. The chat was so-so. He asked me what I have been up to, I asked him back. Then he mentions that his air conditioning was broken and it was miserable in his condo. He was just starting to fish for what my schedule was like and if I could make time for him, little does he know I’m a little wiser the second time around. I only play the fool once, never twice (at least not with the same guy). Then he asks me if I had air conditioning at my place, I say no. I then told him I was on my way home to take my mom out to dinner for her birthday. He says I should call him when I’m done with dinner. Yeah, sure thing sweetheart. Then he mentioned that we should have dinner soon, he suggests Charlie’s, ha! No more dinners with Charlie at Charlie’s. I end the phone call frantic again. For the life of me why does he get me all exasperated when I speak to him? I have not called him back since then.

Today I had an extremely frustrating morning and bailed out of the rest of my day at around 11:30, the world can bite me for all I care. I sat at home this evening thinking it would be a great time to call Charlie. I could not call him. Luckily Steph called me and I rationalized a bit. I think I’m over him and just enjoy the idea of him wanting me again. There goes another one who realized he let a good thing go.

fuzzy haze

PR plans instead of Marketing Schemes.

AD Copy instead of Publics Messages.

I'm starting to think this is not the profession for me...and thats all I can say.

Back to that Media List. Ain't Life Grand!

saga continues....

This is just a partial update on life. Kepping this short. Charlie finally got back to me last night, it was 9:16, but never-the-less I did get a call. Buuuuutt....I was unable to answer it becuase I was occupied with something (um..someone)else. Stay tuned.

I’m convinced that it is strictly lack of sex that is causing me to act more neurotic then usual. I had two chances this weekend and missed out on them both. First attempt was by Dean, but it was at 3:30 in the morning, second one was Lonnie (I should not be getting naked for a guy named Lonnie, another tale to tell). I never called Charlie back, I needed a breezy and carefree message to leave him, I couldn’t come up with anything and the days and nights start getting longer and further apart and I just would have seemed desperate. So I gave him a call this afternoon and he picked up on the second ring. He was so proud that he sent me a text on Thursday. He said he would call me back…yeah, I’m not holding out for that one and I’m not going to call him back at least not until tomorrow.

OH WELL (sigh).

We interrupt this otherwise daily train wreck for something a little more fun and entertaining, the Chicago Bears are 4-0!!!!