2006: The 3/4 point

2006 has, without a doubt, been the most emotionally turbulent year I've had. Ever. And it's not even over yet. Some highlights and lowlights from this year are:

(+) Bonye06 was a great time.
(+) Meeting my baby cousin Keegan who is cuter than your baby cousin. Or your baby.
(+) Seeing my grandmother survive open heart surgery.
(+) New job. The peace out to Pohly was well needed.
(+) Realizing that there are people in this world that I can trust completely with my whole mess and knowing they won't judge or exploit me.


(-) Losing one of the women who raised me to cancer and not being able to attend the funeral.
(-) Dan Skillz. Everything about Dan Skillz from his car to his obsession to his stalker like tendencies. This hatred actually spans back to 2005 and the biggest mistake of a tradeoff I ever made.
(-) Do You Still Hate Me? Yes, yes I do.
(-) Relinquishing control and having it blow up in my face. Big time.
(-) Repercussions of the biggest mistake of a tradeoff I ever made still slapping me in the face. This is closely tied into the above control issue.
(-) New job not being the escape that I so foolishly had hoped it would be.
(-) Losing friends to foreign countries and different corners of the globe.

Clearly, the low points are winning out right now - unfortunately, they show no signs of letting up.

Fuck you, 2006.

Sexual Harrassment and Civil Rights, too

I, like thousands of others in the world, choose to go the Planned Parenthood for my preferred method of contraception. It's cheap, it's easy, it's convenient, and it's necessary; rubbing my stomach and chanting "No baby, no baby, no baby" probably wouldn't be as effective as the pill.

This morning, I made my tri-yearly visit to the neighborhood Planned Parenthood to pick up the afore mentioned pills that I've been on since I was wee lass full of spritely spunk. In all these years, never have I ever had a problem doing this.

Today was different however, and I found myself dodging people trying to force their religion on me as I made my way inside to do nothing more than pick up a prescription. Retired women with nothing but time on their hands holding signs and their ridiculous male counterparts bee-lining towards me, propaganda clutched in their God-fearing fists, images of damnation for my harlot-like ways coming to life as they spoke.

Which brings me to my real topic: the rights and freedoms of the patient vs. the rights and freedoms of the peaceful protester.

I understand that protest is part of every American's constitutional right to free speech - I do. However, what I don't understand is how shoving propaganda in my hands, ears, and face is not harrassment. They're not just standing outside and chanting; they're not marching to get the word out - they're mentally and verbally attacking.

Granted, it's a public street and a public demonstration... but I'm a citizen and have rights too, don't I? A right to not have my personal space violated. A right to not feel threatened when going to the doctor's office. Certainly I have a right to keep my private life private.

Is the law protecting these people's rights or is it simply allowing them to violate mine?

How to Annoy Me

Play hot and cold games with me. You want me, you don't want me, which is it? Figure yourself out and then get back to me - I don't have time for indecision.

There are days when I, much like every other American worker on the planet, hate coming into work. I'm tired, I'm sluggish, and goddamnit if I don't wish I could stay in bed all day eating leftover domino's and watching 10 Things I Hate About You. These are the things that make me human.

Unfortunately, along with my humanity comes my sense of responsibility - professionalism, if you will. So, regardless of how much I hate to do it, I drag my skinny butt out of bed and into the shower.

Today was one of those days... until now. You see, I've just found out that my KICK-ASS company has been keeping butter flavored secrets from me on the 14th floor. That's right, free popcorn. And not crappy free microwave popcorn. No sir. Free, fresh, movie theater popcorn. From a cart.



My office now officially kicks your office's ass.

Always late, never early

Two weekends ago, Super Best Friend and her boyfriend came up - much merriment for sure ensued. As I am wicked busy at work today and don't have the time to properly fill anyone in on anything, below you can find a pictoral summary of events.


Bask in the glow of the jager.


Drink the jager in one hour. ALL of it.


Take drunk photos of self and Super Best Friend. Head out.


Pass out before midnight.


Some other good times about this trip in no particular order: having a hamburger thrown in my vegetarian face in Harvard Square, the BodyWorlds exhibit at the Museum of Science, stealing a ride on the commuter rail, Super Best Friend and boyfriend getting along famously with Peru, and table taps with crayons at Big City.

Super Best Friend Weekend

This weekend my very first roommate from my very first college will be visiting from NY with her boyfriend in tow. Fun filled activities for two of my favorite people in the entire world include: a Duck Tour, Ghosts and Graveyards – a Tour of Haunted Boston, and some dinner at Cheers.

Keep your eyes peeled for us this weekend.

If you see a tour guide holding the largest bottle of Jägermeister available above her head whilst adjusting a fanny pack full to the brim with nips this weekend that would be us.

A pictorial recap of our misadventures in tourist Boston and beyond will follow next week.

Astrologically Fucked

I'm sort of obsessed with my star sign - whenever I get a spare moment I am constantly reading up on all things Scorpio. These studies are often accompanied with many awed noises as well as a few light bulbs of clarity beaming over my head. Today was no exception and a new website revealed these not-so-fun-but-totally-true facts about my psyche:

If Scorpio can't tell it like it is, Scorpio prefers to keep quiet. It should be mentioned that Scorpio has quite a few secrets. Scorpio has forgiveness issues...

We could write a whole book about the looks that Scorpio gives. We'd have a chapter on staring and a chapter on x-ray vision. No doubt people say things about Scorpio's eyes: "If looks could kill," "I feel like you're mentally undressing me," etc. ~ Hotscopes.com

Why blame myself when I can pass the buck onto my star sign? Seriously, people.

How to Charm Me*

Pick me up from a horrible, 6 hour train ride and give me food that doesn't smell like a pickled foot preserved in crisco. Later on that night drive me home and help me with my bags... even though its 1 am on a work night.

*I don't know who started this "How to Charm Me" post title but it's a keeper.