Naïve Thoughts

Am I really identifying with a Taylor Swift song?





my rational and irrational sides want to beat each other to a bloody pulp.

BARF BARF BARF.

Cramps!

You: What's wrong?
Me: I am a girl.
You: I like that about you.

You're sweet but it still feels like my uterus is being stabbed by excalibur.

This was a pretty crude post, but whatever. These cramps have made me feel awful and hindered my productivity for days. 

The Market for Something to Believe in is Infinite

Sometimes, friends send me messages about their jobs/employment and this one really hit home for me. It clearly articulates why I am loving my new job and think it was a true blessing in disguise to have been let go from my last job. It was rough to be in limbo and not have a job for those few months but it really has turned out for the best.

It's hard to stay motivated, no matter how much you like the work you are doing, if you really hate the people you're doing it for and secretly wish for everything to implode.

I'd say in my case it was less loving the work but loving my coworkers and the professional relationships we had developed.

(via)

Some People's Children...

If I could fire people from life, I am quite confident that this would qualify as grounds for termination.

think before you tweet

Little Boxes Made of Ticky Tacky

So, as some of you may know I landed a new job and start tomorrow at 9am (I'll post about it later no promises). And since I am staying in San Diego for the foreseeable future I had to find a new place to live, which means MOVING. I found a lovely 1 bedroom apartment in Ocean Beach (which was a couple minute drive before). AND as many of you know packing/moving is not high up on my list of favorite things to do soo.... yay: new place in a great area, bleh: everything related to getting there.

my life in boxes

I have so much crap and I have moved every year since 2004. I always say to myself that I am going to purge as I pack or unpack but it never seems to happen. This go round I was able to make some progress on getting rid of things, but I am getting down to the wire and I am sort of in the mode of just throw it in a box/bag/car/anything and get it to the new place. I am hoping to actually sort out a lot of it once I am there but I fear it will turn into the same thoughts of, "this place looks messy, let me shove things into every crevice and hide it all so that I don't look like a slob."

I have packed up most of my things and they are all labeled and sorted. These are the visible and highly used items like dishes, small electrics, desk accessories, books, entertainment, decorative items etc. However, I am now getting to the back of the closet, under the bed type items which leave me wondering one, if not all, of the following things:

1. I own this?
2. Why didn't I shred and throw away all of these snail mail credit card offers?
3. Ohhh, there you are! 
4. Gross.
5. Erin, why on god's green earth...? just why? 

I have the rest of tonight (but I already started drinking a nightcap sooo...), tomorrow night and Friday night to get everything ready to go. Then I move on Sunday (Saturday is a fun detour of brewery tours for Michael's birthday/THE RAPTURE). 

Though my postings are always sparse at best, I may be off the interwebs for a bit with settling in to the new job, moving etc. But I'll be back soon with exciting posts on topics like (again no promises): 

• Things my roommate left behind
• Sad Keanu visits my old apartment complex
• One word: newjob
• Livin' right near da beach boy-eeee!
• Viva Las Vegas

Out of Context

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So a zillion years ago (2004/5) when facebook was not so serial and lame, people used to (and I suppose still do) put quotes from their drunk friends completely out of context. I've decided to run with this idea and publish a few out of context quotes from friends/family because it will make me laugh later and you will just think WTF? Enjoy.

1. i half regret not eating worms on the 5th... actually no... I just wish I had a kegerator
2. because i'm a kissy-kissy
3. don't be jelly. be slutty jam
4. too much coffee and i think i used cocaine instead of creamer again
5. maybe it was a fetish thing, not a political thing, after all

I am still dancing in the coma of the drinks I just had

If/When I own and operate a bar, this will be the last call song:

Don't depend on me to ever follow through on anything

But I'd go through hell for you.

Get What I Want

My part time lover (lie) and full time friend (true) Courtney reminded me that this song is amazing.

Squeezing the last bits out of San Diego, maybe

This is a picture of me at the San Diego Zoo Safari Park yesterday.

You can see the rest of the pictures from our adventure here.

Truth

BRB Crying.

I'm sick of seeing you cry and wasting all your time on someone who will never care enough.

The universe doesn't owe you anything. Never forget this.

"We are so convinced of the goodness of ourselves, and the goodness of our love, we cannot bear to believe that there might be something more worthy of love than us, more worthy of worship. Greeting cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time."
— Zadie Smith White Teeth

Just Your Type

Greatest

CatPaint is why I will never again be productive in any way.

SHARK!

Super Bass

“Conversation, banter, whatever you want to call this thing he was doing with Nora—to Danny it was like an IV dose of joy.”

—Jennifer Egan, The Keep

And I'll have you know I'm scared to death...

You be the anchor. I'll be the wings.

Don't Forget Mom

An email from my mother regarding my lack of words with friends moves:

You did not play scrabble with me last night so I became worried about you. Are you ok? Are you worn out from your company?

LOVE.

Never let your friends tie you to the tracks

Some people are just heroin.

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life.

The high is amazing but the rest of the time you are sick and looking for your next fix (I am basing my entire analogy on this movie).

Barf.