Musings From Beyond the Looking Glass

Electricb00 did a wonderful first post. I will just share with something odd that happened to me last night. I got a text message that said: "Hey its lindsey this is my new number so call me". I do not know a Lindsey. I texted: "I think you have the wrong number", and she texts back: "No lol its me bitch tit". In hindsight, I could have texted back: "OH! Well I do have a friend named Bitch Tit! How have you been ole chum?" but I just said: "I don't know a Lindsey. This is PC." In other news, I am home from work. Had a good gossip about Kate Gosselin to L at work. My US Weekly article totally trashed her. She has gone through 40 nannies if you would believe. Still debating over whether to watch the season opener. How does she look so different from when she first had kids? I do agree that US Weekly was a bit harsh with her. I am dismayed about the Tori Stafford case. I don't know why the police didn't put out an amber alert right away. It all seemed a bit lacsidasical. My thoughts are with Tori and family. I was also very sad by the fact that Randy Steele passed away yesterday. :(

So, I'm sitting here wondering how to start this blog. I can start with the usual, hey this is me and this is what i do, but i cant really be bothered, so i figure ill do what i do best, ramble and hope that something worth while comes of it. And since this is the beginning i think that i should start at the beginning, of my day anyways. I woke this morning at about 1030, after having a sleepless night due to the unreasonable heat that had over taken the small two bedroom apartment that i share with M, my roommate,( more on him later) and i did what i usually do lately and that was check my emails to see if my new found crush had sent me anything to start my day off, which he had, just a quick good morning and a recap of his night a work. I then exit my room with a smile on my face to find that it was empty, for once actually empty, and this only makes my smile widen, you see, if you've ever lived with a roommate you'll understand when i say that you NEVER have the house to yourself and when you actually do its like a gift from god. i then have my morning smoke thinking to myself "man this sucks, i really should quit. tomorrow" always tomorrow, then i jump into the shower, warm, soothing, perfect and as i reach up to grab the shampoo to wash my hair i find...nothing, its empty and all girls know that theres nothing worse than having to wash your hair with body wash, it gets it clean but its just not the same. I leave the shower my hair smelling like my Ivory body wash, already drying around the edges feeling less then soft, i don't know if crackly is the right word but its the one in going to use. and as i exit the steam filled bathroom in my towel, loving that i didn't have to dress and could actually walk to my room in such a manner, i enter the living room and see M, and several of his friends sitting on the couches playing video games, me being slightly embarrassed by my nearly nakedness scurry to my room cursing under my breath. Once i finally muster up enough gumption after the usually morning rituals(hair, makeup, teeth and clothes this time) i return to the front room to find it empty once again and once again I'm left cursing under my breath. the timing of some ppl. after what felt like hours of trying to gather belongings to venture out into the world to start my day(stupid keys are never where i leave them) i walk downtown to catch my bus, i think today ill bring my resume to the store that called me, looking forward to the sun on my face and the music in my ears thanks to my freshly charged iPod when I'm stopped "hey can you spare any change??" "what??" as i remove my head phones sounding put out he "asks" again "can you spare some change?!" oh, thats exactly what i thought he asked, dammit i hate downtown. "No sorry" headphones in soon but not soon enough to hear that apparently im a bitch. meh, what does he know? I'm on a mission, and my favorite song is on, thats what i know. "the chills that you spill up my back keep me filled with satisfaction when were done satisfaction of whats to come" Hopping on my bus a song in my heart i sit, and sit, and sit, man is this ever a long bus ride!! and finally i arrive at bonnie togs, a children's clothing store apparently, meh, a jobs a job right? so i walk in and i get looked at like I'm nuts, maybe it was the Lamb of God band tee, maybe the tattoos, but either way, i felt like id walked into the wrong place. i fill out the application and hand the woman who didn't speak more than two words to me and i leave, yeah, I'm pretty damn sure i wont be hearing from them anytime soon. So back to my music and back to the long, long, long bus ride back, man why did i even apply to this place to begin with?? finally back home the song stylings of sir mix-a-lot still fresh in my head "i like big butts and i cannot lie, you other brothers cant deny, when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung!" And thats where i am now, well more or less, sure theres gaps, but really nobodys missing out on much, heres a breakdown of what im leaving out: talked to crush, blushed like a girl, giggled like a child, cleaned stanky litter box, walked dog, taked to T, visited mom, listened to neighbours scream at each other and play hot n cold my katy perry over and over again. thats pretty much it, and now the neighbours are having a domestic and im getting irritated because im trying to do something here dammit,"you change your mind, like a girl changes clothes, and you PMS like a bitch, i would know" dammit not AGAIN!!