"How can I forget you...you're the only person I know"

~ Jason Bourne (when Marie tells him he will soon forget about her)

Why is it that the person who you despise the most is the one you cannot forget about?? I admit it...I was desperate at the time. My standards were drastically lowered. I was in need of someone to talk to. But I'm totally over it now. Today I got an email from "He who must not be named". Someone I've managed to push so far back in my mind that I don't even recall any events that happened as even existing. Why would he write after all this time? Why would someone even bother? Boys are strange. They don't make any sense what-so-ever. I skimmed the e-mail and recognized the tone and cadence to be all to familar. I quickly deleted it...it made me sick to my stomach that he was even thinking of me....probably for awhile now (not to sound conceded) but that's what people do in a situation like this...they would think about writing, then actually think about what to write, and then read it and then re-write it, then read it again and then sit there for about an hour debating whether or not to send it. And then after you send it you think about what the other person would say, how they would reply, when they would reply. I don't think I will reply...I wish I never replied.

If you don't play there's no music. If there's no music they don't dance. If they don't dance they don't kiss and fall in love and I'm history.

-Marty McFly

The OAR concert was AWESOME!!! Matt Nathanson Rocked out and was funny as ever...just wished I could see an entire show with just him playing. Although he didn't have his side kick celloist, Matt Phish. Kinda of disappointed that he wasn't there Matt handed me the set let after they played. Yes! He handed me a set list. I was front row center in the pit. Although I do wish it was standing room only just because the energy of the crowd was dismal because it was a seated room. That sucked because I was standing next to two boys in high school who looked like they have never been to a concert in there lives...and they may be in the closet as well...they had matching t-shirts in which they made themselves. Oh well. They'll learn.

Back to OAR...they were awesome. They need more mic from the sax but they still sounded great. They only played for an hour and a half but that's okay too since I had a flight to catch early the next morning.

I guess this is one of the dilemmias that would face if I moved to Arkansas. The only concerts I would go to would have to be in Little Rock or in Tulsa OK.

Well, the office is emptying out and I must leave...work work work. God I better get a pay raise for this!!!

ELLEN: "I think I broke my nose" RUSTY: "I stabbed my brain" AUDREY "I just got my period"

Yep...I'm at the home of low prices...yellow smiley faces...and blue vests...that would be Wally World. It's actually a lot nicer than expected. Maybe it's because eerything is so darn cheap. Food, clothes, drink...heck I can buy a house for under $100K if I wanted to. The area is growing. It's interesting though. You would think it would be desserted with a bunch of red necks with one tooth. But it's not. I guess if you think about it, it is home of one of the largest corporations in america which means they can't be all that stupid. There are more people from everywhere else than Arkansas (San Diego, San Fran, NYC, Dallas, etc). So it's not too bad...although it's not too good either. It's a little above average. It's no New York with the diversity and food, it's no Seattle with the scenery, it's no West palm Beach with the luxury, and it's no Dallas with the...uhmm...with the....with the...baby love??? I think only one person would think that line would be funny.

Well, 5 more weeks (at least).

I Do Not Wear Polyester Hair, Unlike Some People I Know Like Tawaana!

I use to have polyester hair...at one point in my life. But it was definitely a fashion statement. I have short, black, flippy hair and I had platnium blonde weave put in. It was placed in the back beneath all of my hair. I only had about 2 rows of the stuff. It looked pretty hot because all you saw was a little bit of blonde peeking ou from under my hair. So I use to say that quote all the time "I do not wear polyester hair..." but now I can't say that because I did. I only had it in for about a month. It was hard not being about to scrub your entire head when you shampoo it.

I think getting my hair done is like therapy for me. I have to change my hair every so often to break out of the pack. I don't know if I'm trying to be different or if I just enjoy gossiping with my hair dresser, who by the way is absolutely fabulous. His name is Michael and owns Alcheamy salon in Dallas. So if you're ever in the neighborhood give him a call. Well, back to my therapy...getting my hair done is cheaper than therapy. And I've seen a professional therapist and it kind of sucked because he was cute. So I had to stop seeing him. My hair dresser is cute, but he's gay so I don't have to worry about anything. I wish my hair wasn't black, I would do some crazy shit to it. Although I may be bald because of all the chemicals that I would've eventually destroyed all of my hair and and scalp and would leak into my brain and caused major brain damage. Although I think all the drugs I did in high school and college, a year after college, last week...took care of that already.

Greg's hair last night was by far my favorite . He had it short but minus the blonde anything. It was all brown...probably naturally brown. I'm still not digging the side burns though, although I can't really picture him without them. He changes his hair style more than I do.

All My Life I Had To Fight!!!

So I've decided to have all my Blog titles as a quote from a movie...since I do live my life One Movie Quote at a time.

Work has me going to Arkansas for the next two months...Bentonville, AR. Where the hell is Bentonville. The place is suppose to be really nice, up in the mountains. Why couldn't they send me to Seattle or Oregon, or even Southern California. After moving from state to state to state...I have come to the conclusion that the only place I can probably live in would have to be close to the ocean. And for some reason every time I go to California I feel at peace. I wish Rob didn't move from San Diego so soon, otherwise I would've been visiting him every weekend from Phoenix. I think being landlocked is the worse thing that can happen to a person. Just the smell of the ocean and the sound of the waves is amazing. Although it has been said that I do have an Infatuation with water. We were in Vegas and the most spectacular thing there, in my eyes, was the Bellagio Fountain. It was just amazing watching the water dance in synch with the music, from classical music to Frank Sinatra...although the only on I didn't like was the "God Bless America" one or was it that Lee Greenwood song they did. I don't quite remember.

Oh Vegas...so many memories. We went to Treasure Island to watch the pirates fight and in the very beginning we yelled out "HEY YOU GUYS!!!!" as an homage to one of our beloved movies - The Goonies. And I will never forget standing there waiting for the show to start and Taylor starts singing "I don't want no scrub. A scrub is guy who ain't gettin' no lovin' from me". That was also the night I finally had my bowel movement that I waited for the last 2 days. That was such a relief, I was getting worried there for a minute.

He is Dead to Me...

Reasons Why I hate Boys:

1. They Lie

2. They Lie

3. They Lie

I Podders Unite!!!!

So I have an IPod...I'm such a tech jukie I don't understand where I get it from. Actually I do, from my dad. I swear he buys things just to buy it because it's the latest and greatest. And for some reason my dad has an addiction to purchasing watches? WTF? Watches?? His latest watch is this huge gold shiny thing...he looks like a pimp when he wears it. It's so bling bling that it's embarassing. He has purchased about 10 watches in the past 3 years. But that does include christmas presents and birthday presents that he has given to us children. I just hope that I don't get another watch for my birthday this year.

Jamie just called me and told me to stop pickin' on Mandy Moore...sorry Jamie I hate the Bitch. I don't know why, I have nothing against her personally. She just annoys the hell out of me...her and her fuckin' lisp.

Spear Britney and Mandy while you're at it

My ears are in so much pain everytime the damn radio station plays that stupid slow song by her. I don't get it....as soon as I hear her electronic voice through my speakers I must immediately change the radio station. I think it has an effect on me when it's on while I'm driving. I suddenly become one with rage. I'm not mad because someone cuts me off on the interstate or someone fails to use their blinker at the appropriate time. I'm freakin' mad because Britney Spears manages to have a crappy-ass song played over the air relentlessly when there are so many other artist out there that have songs that are more "toxic"??

And another person (while I'm on this soap box) I just don't get is Mandy Moore. WHY IS SHE FAMOUS??? I cannot name one song she has sung...or a movie that hasn't flopped in the box office. Her latest album "Covers" is a collection of Cover Songs...what? She couldn't write her own??? Please America, make her 15 minutes of fame be over. And Andy Roddick, please dump her...you would've won Wimbelton this year if you had.

There are, of course, people in the world that are more deserving of fame...like me, Keri, Taylor, Jamie and Rob. We are a sitcom and I'm sure if we were on TV we would be the #1 Watched Show (Sorry Greg). And if you doubt that statement, all you have to do is sit in a room with us for more than five minutes. Actually you don't even have to sit in a room with us, you just have to read our emails. Sample one below:

" From Keri to Rob
Subject: Re: you don't love me anymore...
Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2003 12:00:05 -0500

You left your umbrella in the Stang. Vic gave it to me to give back to
you. And yeah it is ghetto and broke. In fact I have a lovely red puffy
spot under my right eye thanks to your umbrella. I went to the mall last
night and it was starting to rain when I went in. I grabbed your umbrella
instead of mine and off I went. Well I'm browsing in a store and I go to
look for something in my purse. At the exact moment that my head's bent
down your umbrella decides to attack! The handle caught me right on the
cheek bone under my eye. I cried it hurt so bad. Your umbrella is ASSY!"

Of A Revolution

My friend Ryan is suppose to go with me. I'm just waiting for him to cancel at the last minute. Although he did promise and I did threaten his life if he didn't go. So we'll just have to see. The only thing I don't want to do is meet his parents. I have to pick him up at his parents house. Oh the agony of meeting the parents...although it has been said that parents like me...I guess it's that facade that I present that first 5 minutes of being smart and responsible...oh if they only knew!!!

Luscious Confections

So I have a new nickname at work. We're doing new creative concepts for a chocolate drink and we had to think of names and characters. The name I thought of was Luscious Confections, which pretty much sounds like a porn star name. Needless to say, they didn't use my idea. But everytime I do manage to get my way, which means I have to do a little flirting in the process, they say "Luscious Confections is at it again!". Supposedly there's a T-Shirt in the works.

They did choose a name I said "Quirl" with a Squirrel as a character....which is all too funny because there are only 2 people on this earth that knows the histroy of that name...myself and Keri. And now whomever reads this entry.

"Squirrel" was born our Senior year in college. Keri had long brown hair, which I made her get cut. Well, in order for them to cut it they had to tie her hair up in a pony tail and cut it all at once and then shape it up. Well, she decided to keep her ponytail once they cut it off and she kept in her pocket for most of the day. So everytime someone would comment on how cute her hair cut was, she pulled out her ponytail of hair to show. And someone said that it looked like a squirrel was stuck in her pocket. And thus Squirrel was born. And I will never forget that was the same exact day Baby Love came by the apartment and we (me, Keri and BL) had a couple of drinks and some smokes and sat around and had a hell of a time. We will never ever forget his blue button down shirt with rolled up sleeves. Ahhh...the good ol' days.

Last Night's CSI

So last night's episode was a re-run but of course what isn't now-a-days. Greg 's screen time was minimal. His hair was kicking with the blonde chunks and he's wearing it a lot longer. His side burns do need to be trimmed up but all in all he was still looking smashing.

I guess I'll tell you that this year's series of CSI was not my favorite. Even though my favorite character, Greg Sanders, did have more lines, his character took a left turn for the worse. He use to smart, funny, wise ass - knows the answer to everything, cocky lab rat who was up in everyone's business. This season he became the insecure, unsure about himself and his brain power. And there was no funny Greg this season. He didn't dance around or play any of his head bangin' music. I miss the old Greg...CSI PLEASE BRING HIM BACK!!!!!!

Where I've Been

Supermodel

Since I work in Advertising, we are doing a new ad capaign for a shoe store. We were shifting through head shots for models and picked a few. The designer's layouts call for shots of shoes only and in walks me in my Size 6 Converse All-Stars. He asked me if I would like to model shoes for the ad. Of course the shots will be from mid-calf down but it's still exciting. I have to bring in 4 different pairs of pants and they're sending me to get a pedicure. I'm excited about the pedicure more than anything else. Mainly because I take pride in my toes.
"I mean, you see how picky I am about my shoes and they only go on my feet" - Quote byCher from Clueless

I'm Getting Old...

My friend Jamie sent me his Blog link today (http://wtfjamie.blogspot.com/). And since I do keep a journal of my own, I figured what the hell. This past weekend was Fourth of July and I've finally recovered. My friend Ryan invited me over to a pool party. I invited one of the interns in my company to come with. We had a really good time...from what I remember. I knew good times were to be had when we pulled up in front of the house and I had to rescue someone from parking a car. This guy didn't know how to drive a stick, so I had to jump in the car and park the car for him.

Although, the most interesting story of the night was when Ryan's friend Max told a story about how the last time he smoked weed (he kept on referring it to as "The Incident") was about 5 years ago. To make a long story short, he felt all weird, went in the bathroom and came without touching himself. That was the funniest story I've heard in a while. Although in the back of my mind (well not so far back) I kept on saying in my head "I could totally trump his story with my vibe story". But I didn't tell it. I figured I would save it for another day.

I must be getting old. We started drinking about 4:00 in the afternoon. By the time people started to show up (8'ish) I was already tapped out and passed out on the couch. I woke up around 3 AM and looked around to see no one was there. I'm glad I don't remember anything and I'm glad I passed out. There's no telling what kind of ass I would've been otherwise.

Well, until next time Ryan...we must do this again.