tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78747042011-07-18T09:37:37.604-04:00here's the beat. i'm in my late 20s. i work very hard, i live in sobe, and i've been told that i'm looking at a lifetime of singledom. perfect. <p> note: names have been changed to protect the innocent. who am i kidding? no one in sobe is innocent.any single girlnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1071100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1124772013446818712005-08-23T00:32:00.000-04:002005-08-23T01:16:20.950-04:00

what can be said that isn't being said everywhere else? six feet under was amazing. an amazing show that did not stay around a second too late and left way too soon. but clearly, as i mentioned before, the end was not going to be typical. no tidy wrap up, no cheesy shit eating grins. oh no, instead, as each fisher married, saw birthdays and died, i cried, trembling with that oh too familiar

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1124245314866336612005-08-16T22:12:00.000-04:002005-08-16T22:33:14.130-04:00

Abs-o-lutely, positively the funniest thing i've seen all year. matthew mcconaugHOT and his bongos recreated by characters that are a combination Barbie's Ken meets string puppets. well worth the wait. mild hardcore ken puppet nudity.http://www.halligan.org/michael/private_media/050811205059_TSG_VCD_NTSC.mpg(via A Socialite Life)

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1124242684567711092005-08-16T21:28:00.000-04:002005-08-16T22:50:12.686-04:00

Today's WTF Award is for the worst PR attempt i have seen to date: Sean "P. Diddy" Combs has decided to drop the P from the Diddy. So please people, just call him Diddy.Diddy alone kinda gives me the creeps. don't really know why. i just don't like it. but the funniest part of all this was the announcement on the Today show this morning. as he announces it, the crowd just stands there for a sec,

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1124162290663269392005-08-15T23:04:00.000-04:002005-08-15T23:18:10.666-04:00

when i turned 16 and filled up my honda accord, it costs me less than $15 to fill up a 12 gallon tank. cost of gas hovered around $1.07 a gallon.today I drove by the amoco on us1 and coconut grove. the cost of gas? $2.60 per gallon. last time i filled up my 12 gallon tank (i think the price per gallon was around $2.49) was over $32.what does this mean for our society? will we start to use gas

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1123050219423287242005-08-03T01:54:00.000-04:002005-08-16T22:34:26.736-04:00

This is what i just read from R:"It would be fun if you moved here. Don't give me that stay clear of my circle crap, woman.I know, okay, okay...I wish things were different. I miss ourfriendship. I really do.But I would be glad to help if I can."This is the one that rocks my soul.

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1122945667510267452005-08-01T21:06:00.000-04:002005-08-01T21:40:44.806-04:00

i have watched hbo's six feet under since it started. i was hooked instantly. partly because of the great writing, partly because the topic was odd (funeral home??) and had never been done before, but mostly because of the casting. I remembered Lauren Ambrose (who plays claire) from Can't Hardly Wait - you remember her too. She's the one who ends up having sex in the upstairs bathroom with the

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1121746203453038022005-07-18T23:53:00.000-04:002005-07-19T00:10:20.660-04:00

the losers always come back. they do. they always do. and this is why I dedicate this new special column to the losers. May they always remind me what i've left behind. el gringo de latinos. again he gave me a talking to over SMS. but this time the weirdest thing happened. he was sweet. apologetic. but then suddenly it seemed that he only wanted just someone there. i swear, i learned really fast

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1121652334182356962005-07-17T22:02:00.000-04:002005-07-17T22:07:51.290-04:00

OMG! My Cable has just SHUT OFF ON ME. At 9PM... just as Entourage is coming up... hello DVR... this is not good for our relationship. Vincent Chase may be an asshole in real life (story for another time) but he sure is great to look at. meeeow!Dammit.**update: it's back on. purrrrrrr.**

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1121644384501049262005-07-17T19:30:00.000-04:002005-07-18T01:33:12.993-04:00

DMB rocks. great show last night... met up with tons of people from work. on a bad note, my relationship with my dvr is on the fritz. its not recording and I'm too lazy to call the cable company to do anything about it. I think it might be that I didn't give my dvr enough attention, it being summer and all. so I need to get it some tlc tonight, especially since it is the only special

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1120799651638041852005-07-08T01:10:00.000-04:002005-07-08T01:14:11.640-04:00

the worldchill index is still cooooool

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1120798542048042412005-07-08T00:51:00.000-04:002005-07-18T01:34:09.716-04:00

first, i read this post by on of my newest favorites, The Daily Sketch. He writes this on the impact of porn on the male sex drive. i have to agree. or if granma would say, why buy the cow if you can get the milk free from BitTorrent. or something like that. I now have proof why my last relationship died. Well, that and the fact that he "couldn't afford to pay for this month's electricity bill,"

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1120758731522538432005-07-07T13:51:00.000-04:002005-07-07T13:52:11.526-04:00

the images coming in from London remind me of 9-11 and I feel an utter sadness in my heart. I thought I had gotten over the images and feelings of 9-11, but today’s malicious attack on common Londoners reminded me of the pain I felt in 2001. those poor people. just going to their jobs…to make money and put food in their children’s mouth.I understand hate. I know hate. I know there are people that

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1120625645465185242005-07-06T00:29:00.000-04:002005-07-06T00:54:05.476-04:00

quick... think of the most perfect 4th of july. think of the postcard you buy in walgreens, the commercial on tv, the dream holiday. think beach blanket bingo meets Macy's fourth of july spectacular.i was there.this fourth, was by far, the BEST fourth of july i have ever had. it started at 2p. i called M+B, who were not having any beach day after my drunken behavior and blow off from the night

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1119068393928157552005-06-17T23:59:00.000-04:002005-08-02T21:18:48.746-04:00

what a fucking day.my company decided to do a blood drive. they do it once or twice a year, which i always scoff at. i gave blood once, in high school. it ended with me on the chair, my legs tilted to the sky above and smelling salt under my nose. ever since then, i've been like, no way, not for me.today i decided to give it a try. i'm older, weigh more, and feeling confidently robust. it really

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1118899981674287512005-06-16T01:27:00.000-04:002005-06-16T01:33:01.680-04:00

i wish i could have talked to him tonight, but we just missed each other. And when i tried back, his phone was off. Damnit. I really could have used some sweet words.oh yeah...Have I mentioned that my mother is in rehab? She went in right after she kicked my dad out. But juicier... he wouldn't leave. instead he tried to kill himself, and then she told him about the affair. He now lives with

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1118729068513566402005-06-14T01:58:00.000-04:002005-06-14T02:04:28.520-04:00

he txt me this: I'm thinking about fuckingme: thinking about fucking?Him: ur ass.Eewwwww.At that moment i wondered if i should tell him he's so small (where it matters) that's why i never would even consider it. But before I hit the send button I stopped short, thinking what's the use? Asshole probably has a small brain to boot.Nasty fucker, that el gringo de latinos.

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1118726773764561502005-06-14T01:25:00.000-04:002005-06-14T01:26:13.773-04:00

I can’t help what happens when he speaksmy legs quiver, body shivers, I’m all weak my face gets red, all flustered and hotmy mind races about him touching that spotwhen will he talk that that way again?when he does I hope it never endscause with so much distance, so much spaceit’s all I can get until I sit on his face

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1111558955302720882005-03-23T01:00:00.000-05:002005-03-23T01:37:33.063-05:00

There's a light at each end of this tunnel you shout cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out And these mistakes you've made You'll just make them again if you only try turnin' around 2Am and I'm still awake writing this song If i get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me threaten' the life it belongs to. And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd Cause these words are my

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1111473880079508652005-03-22T01:22:00.000-05:002005-03-22T01:44:40.080-05:00

so much to say... i'll keep the stuff brief that i'm not interesting in chatting about, but will give you an idea of where i've been...seattle for business (love my reps!!), mean food poisoning that tortured my weekend down to a shred of three hours (the rest was spent sleeping), and now...i guess i'm a romantic at heart. i want to hear that i'm everything. that nothing comes before me,

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1110484859265232202005-03-10T14:56:00.000-05:002005-03-10T15:00:59.266-05:00

serena ray is the new porn star name lexi will be taking on, according to her last night as she was telling me how she1s going to get into adult films.i'm not sure how i feel about that.

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1110249442134944072005-03-07T21:33:00.000-05:002005-03-07T21:38:24.753-05:00

i've decided that's i'm a major bo bice fan (if you don't know who bo is - he's the cutie long haired guy on american idol). just freakin adorable. go bo!

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1110170491107423922005-03-06T23:32:00.000-05:002005-03-06T23:41:31.110-05:00

by the way, i ended up calling two people last night that i have continuously not been there for recently... my mom and kass. my mom got me through my horribly depressed night and kass did her part as well, invited me on the boat today. told me to be at the docks at 11. i didn't make it to the docks. so instead she texted me: i love you. And then she send a pic of her baby lab sleeping on a

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1110169218436848312005-03-06T22:57:00.000-05:002005-03-06T23:25:11.586-05:00

i've seriously had enough. after the umpteenth time being told that "hey babe, i'll call you later, byeee!" and then not hearing from him until the next day (albeit, the next day) I texted this to TDB: hey - next time you tell me you're gonna call but then don't: lose my number. I just think, fuckin 'ell. if he can't handle a simple promise while he's not in my country, how will he ever be that

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1110081463672857122005-03-05T22:45:00.000-05:002005-03-05T22:57:43.673-05:00

i haven't posted in a while. mostly becasue nothing exciting or noteworthy has happened in my life. but also because i'm feeling just lost. I just don't think i'm happy. with anything. i'm alone most of the time, working the other part of the time. i'm scared where life is taking me (or not taking me). I know i have a great oppotunity at work, but i really am not connecting with miami beach. the

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1109077678507241412005-02-22T08:07:00.000-05:002005-02-22T08:07:58.506-05:00

my new email is up and running. send me email at singleinsobe@gmail.com

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1109046167399401772005-02-21T23:09:00.000-05:002005-02-21T23:22:47.400-05:00

i've had a pretty crappy day. When i woke this morning (ok - was really this afternoon), i stretched and created a major pinched nerve/knot in my upper back. after that, the day didn't improve and wasn't v pleasant. i didn't go grocery shopping like i needed to, didn't wash laundry, didn't go into work like i wanted (granted it was a day off, but i just wanted to get a little ahead). to make

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1108525369300262152005-02-15T22:30:00.000-05:002005-02-15T22:42:49.303-05:00

so i bought a wireless card today to go with my wireless router at home and the hotspots at work. i installed the software today and it worked at the office. it doesn't work now. the following is the transcript of my chat with the belkin tech support. Alvin Johnson: Hello, how may I help you? Alvin Johnson: Before we get started, may I have your first and last name, telephone number (with Country

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1108440349408186622005-02-14T22:33:00.000-05:002005-02-14T23:20:59.156-05:00

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.So won't you kill me, so I die happy.My heart is yours to fill or burst,to break or bury, or wear as jewelery,which ever you prefer.Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,the dim of the soft lights,the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingersand the time on the clock when we

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1107290545307667102005-02-01T15:41:00.000-05:002005-02-01T15:42:25.306-05:00

I just might go postal. these fuckers deserve it! I can’t believe that the bossman actually said what he did. rude. absolutely RUDE! (if you’re reading this and you’re in law enforcement, I should mention that I’m not actually serious.) here’s the deal… I asked six months ago for help at work. I’m the only person who does my job and it’s typically the job of three people. I have anywhere between

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1106574915636251562005-01-24T08:45:00.000-05:002005-01-24T08:55:15.636-05:00

ok - so one date and i'm already done with the black underwear model. sure he was delicious to look at. sure he had a smile that was captivating. but....he also wore white. now, usually this is not a big deal. wear white, wear black, wear neon green. i don't really care. but the difference here was that he admitted that he ONLY wears white. from head to toe. ALL white. ALL THE TIME. apparently he

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1106417130387842112005-01-22T13:49:00.000-05:002005-01-22T13:05:30.386-05:00

I'mmmm baaack! london was amazing. absolutely fabu. spent the majority of my days sleeping, unfortunately, because i couldn't get used to the time change. but i did spend plenty of time "getting after it." pubs and clubs and restaurants, oh my. even saw b-list celeb joseph fiennes at the table next to us at a restaurant in primrose hill (at least i think thats what the area was called). but what

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1105510087249394362005-01-12T01:03:00.000-05:002005-01-12T01:08:07.250-05:00

call the queen. tell her to lock up harry and william, shutter buckingham palace, and hide all the pints! lord knows london hasn't seen a hurricane like me before. LONDON HERE I COME!

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1105426449682647592005-01-11T01:47:00.000-05:002005-01-11T01:54:09.683-05:00

i left my door open in my car over the weekend. when i got in my car, papers were cascading out of the glove box, things tossed all around. and my sunglasses were gone. now this may not seem like a big deal, but when your face is as small as mine only kids glasses fit. finding a pair that fit are a big deal. and expensive. generic $20 sunnies are way too big. they usually cover the majority of my

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1105426007585222712005-01-11T01:35:00.000-05:002005-01-11T01:46:47.586-05:00

so seb won't stop calling, emailing, calling, texting and all around being too availabel and obnoxious. Hey - he was cool and all, but then the non stop attention happened. jeez - give me a moment to walk the dog, for christs sake. anyhoo...I was supposed to go over his place on saturday, but being hungover (as mentioned previously) i was looking for any reason to get out of it. i found it. he

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1105255446046042342005-01-09T02:18:00.000-05:002005-01-09T02:26:30.610-05:00

the past few days, i have spent countless hours on the phone with my mother. she lost her job this week, and she actually had the balls to say sorry for being such a shitty mother. now i know this is partially true, though i have NEVER, ever told her this. why would i? to kill her self esteem to nothing? according to her superiors, she was fired due to her poor "performance," which is to say (at

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1104788090463904372005-01-03T16:34:00.000-05:002005-01-03T16:34:50.463-05:00

josh-ooh-a just called me. poor guy. i'm just overwhelmed as is. When it rains...

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1104739212834499422005-01-03T02:59:00.000-05:002005-01-03T03:00:12.836-05:00

i've been laying in bed talking to myself for the past two hours and i just can't fall asleep. WTF???

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1104715407166922152005-01-02T20:21:00.000-05:002005-01-02T20:23:27.166-05:00

adam just called. he wants to see me on wednesday when he drives down to the keys to get his captain's license. and then he wants to take me out to dinner on sunday. how come the moment i say he sucks and isn't calling me he calls me? argh! why oh why oh why oh why? and what do i do?

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1104714175693324382005-01-02T20:00:00.000-05:002005-01-02T20:02:55.693-05:00

i will no longer endorse iron sushi as a quick sushi fix. they forgot my soup and there was some weird wire thing in my sushi. it was on the top and very noticeable. if they can't take the time to QA the food to make sure no wires are in the food and that all items are in the pack... then i can no longer say i am a customer. well, no longer a customer after i pig out on what they did send.

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1104713092893842752005-01-02T19:36:00.000-05:002005-01-02T19:44:52.893-05:00

well if you all haven't realized, i don't link to others. which is like, a serious blog crime. it's not that i don't want to, i just don't know how. and i'm too lame to figure it out. hey - someone at blogger! hey - put this linking shit into a damn template whould ya?? so without further ado... here are some of my favorite blogs to read. Steph Does South Beach Fanless PageSixSixSix AdRants

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1104710398023770342005-01-02T18:42:00.000-05:002005-01-02T19:21:36.806-05:00

can you believe it's 2005? i seriously have not had this kind of new years in my life. so while i wait for iron sushi to come by let's muse a little about where life is and where it's going. and yes, i know that iron sushi kind of sucks, but i'm getting 3 rolls, miso soup, a sashimi app and white tuna handroll for the grand total of $20, so fuck it. so single in sobe is looking not so single in

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1104395363759111622004-12-30T03:26:00.000-05:002004-12-30T04:18:45.986-05:00

rumor has it adam clayton of u2 is lost in the tsunami. being that i'm not into reporting celeb gossip, i can't verify the truth to this rumor, or bono's oral capacity. craigslist via gawker additionally, it has been reported that jesus was on vacation at the time the tsunami hit. some guy seems pretty pissed about it. amazingly, j-dawg responds to the reported vacation. via craigslist

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1104392149901854802004-12-30T01:48:00.000-05:002004-12-30T04:15:53.970-05:00

in 1987 i was 11 and starting to notice boys. i would dream about my wedding, when i would have children, what i would name them, scribbling my name on notebooks substituting my current crush's last name for my own. at the same time, i hated my parents. they were put on the world for evil reasons. they were ruining my social life (mind you - at that time, social life was measured by how late you

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1104313243314736102004-12-29T04:13:00.000-05:002004-12-29T04:45:57.536-05:00

wow. what a week. i can't believe what's going on in indonesia and india and sri lanka and the rest. in light of all that's going on over there, i almost feel that as americans, we have to look and see what real tradegy is. yes, there will always be someone who wants to knock us off the "american throne" that we've built for ourselves, but to hold on to such hatred in the world when real tradegy

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1104054442702260362004-12-26T04:38:00.000-05:002004-12-26T04:47:22.703-05:00

it's the end of christmas day. i'm happy because of tons of reasons. first of all, i finally got laid last night. saw adam and he made all this dreaming about don knotts right. secondly i was surrounded by friends all day long. from the ones who called to the ones i actually saw. i hung out with sara and her family for dinner and then came back to miami beach to hang out at mindy's house with

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1103917519448424652004-12-24T14:32:00.000-05:002004-12-24T14:57:02.696-05:00

ok... now i'm really worried about my sexual mental health. last night i had another sexual dream: i'm at my old house (my parents house) waiting for the mechanic to come fix something. when he comes to the door, it's don knotts. yes don knotts of three's company, andy in mayberry, and others. but he's slightly younger looking. so i let him in and all of a sudden, bow-chickie-bow-wow, porn

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1103916242921141102004-12-24T14:23:00.000-05:002004-12-24T14:28:29.476-05:00

have you ever noticed how the donkeys get no respect around the holidays? there they were, the means by which Joseph and Mary rode around the hillside, day and night. carrying some pregnant-ass woman around who never saw the busy side of the bedsheets. the savior is born. the world is saved. then suddenly, some jolly fat guy in the red suit becomes an icon, and poof! the donkeys are irrelevant

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1103777448347390632004-12-22T23:39:00.000-05:002004-12-22T23:55:43.263-05:00

a couple weeks ago i started thinking about vacation and where could i go? i immediately thought about london. the dutch boy from cannes lives there. and then i got this nice bonus check from work. and i was going to put half of it in the bank... but then i thought... you know what?? life is about living. what have i done to truly live lately? so i called the dutch boy, who coincidentially

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1103775902239413882004-12-22T23:17:00.000-05:002004-12-23T00:20:11.923-05:00

ok, now that i've typed that, i realize the double entendre. i like it. i'm leaving it. so last night, i had this intense dream. there were waves and sand, and a really hot guy walking up to me from the beach. i was wearing white linen which was blowing in the wind. his long sleeved white shirt was rolled at the sleeves, wet at the bottom, and open all the way down... the... happy trail. um

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1103647318856775502004-12-21T11:36:00.000-05:002004-12-21T11:41:58.856-05:00

who pops up early this morning? the dubai guy. he asks if i'm coming on to just see his name. I say no - wanted to see his flirty grin on my computer screen (his pic is his display pic). and chatting ensues. Lee says: and what is so filthy about my grin? Single says: actually doll, i said flirty, not filthy. but i would suspect that as well Single says: i think i need a dubai vacation Lee says:

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1103603260866658732004-12-20T23:24:00.000-05:002004-12-20T23:58:44.053-05:00

kaya got her first card today. well, it was actually addressed to me and her, but because it's the first card this year with her name on it, i consider it HER card. she did the most unbeliveable thing today. i was at bill and mindy's having dinner and she must have found a piece of pita on the floor. i swear to you, this dog brought this piece of pita to me and rested it on my right foot. she

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1103603070037453852004-12-20T23:23:00.000-05:002004-12-20T23:41:57.826-05:00

omg! the dubai guy is online....hmmm... what to say what to say... single says: now don't lie... you come on here earlier and earlier just to see my name. and don't try to play all coy. Lee says: busted (sexy hugh grant accent rips through my head... i can hear his voice!dammit. it's me! I'M THE ONE. i'm the one who still dreams about you!) single says: stop trying so hard. it's pathetic. :)~

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1103512796727295132004-12-19T22:09:00.000-05:002004-12-19T22:19:56.726-05:00

i want to write, yet i can't. i want to talk about so many things, but my brain is mush and my fingers can barely reach the right keys. so instead, here's some random thoughts that i want to put out there: there's this loneliness i'm feeling (not because I am alone - but because I am alone during the holidays for the first time ever) that won't go away. it nags at me. kassie's call came weeks

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1102875542521905372004-12-12T13:02:00.000-05:002004-12-12T13:21:57.360-05:00

listening to: Remember the Ocean - Let go of me. so i had to be up early today to get my new DVR service - WOO HOO! no more missed deperate housewifes, scrubs, ER and others. it will be well worth the cost. but now i'm up. and of course, no one else is. i want to call mattias. actually i already tried. i'm trying again in a few. i'm hungry. this is not normal for me... but i'm going on empty. i

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1102549144300137732004-12-08T18:37:00.000-05:002004-12-08T18:39:04.300-05:00

Who Links Here

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1102304955616569772004-12-05T22:35:00.000-05:002004-12-05T23:16:54.776-05:00

so this weekend was the usual. friday night was supposed to go see deron in ft lauderdale. he was visiting from PA for his girlfriend's b day. got stuck at work until too late and ended up coming back to club casa. sara came over with eddie and mattias made a quick stop by. never ending games of sorry ensued. then went into work for a short jaunt on saturday followed by a night out at tobacco

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1101786403504982302004-11-29T22:41:00.000-05:002004-11-29T22:46:43.503-05:00

well jeez. what a day. i woke up with the worst rash on my sides and my back that i have ever seen in my life. i have no idea what it's from. woke up and bam. there. everywhere. itchy and nasty. looks like hives, i think. i mean, i've never had hives. but i would imagine this is what they look like. ick. then got an email from a certain someone about work. turns out a major cable network will

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1101758073930619932004-11-29T14:52:00.000-05:002004-11-29T14:54:33.930-05:00

Target is having a sale on crack and marijuana. sweet jesus. I don’t know if I can get there in time before they’re all sold out.

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1101707606602378872004-11-29T01:44:00.000-05:002004-12-05T22:55:38.160-05:00

the weekend couldn't have been better. i went up to the ol' stomping grounds for a little class reunion action, and got more action than i could handle. helllo josh-U-A. known him for 16 years, and found ourselves enjoying each other like never before. but then also found that we may have been just friends for a very good reason. was enjoyable, don't get me wrong. but very awkward. couldn't seal

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1101272457727683952004-11-23T23:38:00.000-05:002004-11-24T00:00:57.726-05:00

every time i go home during the week, i do one thing. i bring home my laptop, but i leave the power plug. if something is that important, i can go back to the office and grab it, but i have always had a problem with being online. it's an addition i can't shake. so i hope to have this written by the time my battery pack expires (which may be in ten minutes). ------------ an open letter to my

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1101231364470337242004-11-23T13:32:00.000-05:002004-11-23T12:36:04.470-05:00

this from my mother: Dear XXXX, I am sorry for the conversation we had last week. I was hoping that when we did finally speak to each other we could do so in a civilized manner. It wasn't a good day for me and the fact that you called me at work and started the conversation by yelling at me did not make me very receptive. It made me defensive and aggravated. I apologize for trying to plan a

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1101089072747909832004-11-21T20:54:00.000-05:002004-11-21T21:05:27.053-05:00

i've been part of the jetsetting, work-aholics this week. which made my weekend lame. all i wanted to do was chill by myself and sleep. this time sleep was brought on by sheer exhaustion. not by too much fun. this thing in the nba has me convinced that the financial divide between players and fans has created too much anger, resentment and trouble to ever go back. the fans are pissed. they can

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1100548001302058412004-11-15T14:45:00.000-05:002004-11-15T14:46:41.303-05:00

I have so much to do. I’m behind on a project at work, and I have so much more to do besides the project, but all I can think about is her. she’s supposed to care about me, put me ahead of everything else. does she know the reason I don’t want to have kids is because of the way I was raised? the fact that she never went out of her way to make her own child happy, her own selfishness getting in

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1099601792042128562004-11-04T15:54:00.000-05:002004-11-04T15:56:32.043-05:00

jeeezus. I swear I live on a planet of egg shells when I’m in my office. I can’t talk, breathe or even just be without the critical eye of one person. no, not my boss. no, not my supervisor. my cell mate. she’s constantly criticizing and upset over who knows what. so I try not to answer too many questions. try not to get involved too much with her business, even though half the time instead of

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1099498736790260142004-11-03T11:17:00.000-05:002004-11-03T11:38:00.573-05:00

can you fucking believe it? they claimed victory, even though it’s still “too close to call,” but it does seem that the bush team has won the election. that’s fucked up. I don’t know anyone who voted for him. and now we’re stuck with his smirking, arrogant mug for the next 4 years. meanwhile, America is in the crapper, and I can’t help but think it’s a direct correlation to the level of people’s

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1099426782321812972004-11-02T15:17:00.000-05:002004-11-02T15:19:42.320-05:00

ok people, I did it. and you have to go do it too. you feel good when you do it. though sometimes it may take a little while, it’s worth it in the end. GO VOTE. don’t let your voice go unheard. typically this isn't my style, but if you need a push in any direction, think dems.

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1099339584314646232004-11-01T15:04:00.000-05:002004-11-01T15:06:24.316-05:00

I saw R this weekend on lincoln. he showed up with her. and they walked around the group. smiling, saying hellos, getting beer. at one point, he was talking to dusty and I was right next to dusty. he was talking about all of our costumes, telling dusty they were pretty funny. and there I was… slutty cow girl with my lil bandito dog. he told me I had a *great* costume. he grazed miles of bare cow

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1098851716790343692004-10-27T01:07:00.000-04:002004-10-27T10:33:59.393-04:00

so i'm going to try a new format. i have to say that i'm here. on my patio. well kinda. i'm partially out. I have my cat by me. dog is on the 5x2 patio i have. can i call it a patio? and i thought i would listen to the ipod. this will be my favorite new toy. i love it already. dave matthews says... "i let you down. how can i be such a fool like me....tail between my legs." i think it may just

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1098849261383422942004-10-26T23:50:00.000-04:002004-10-26T23:57:03.986-04:00

i think i have discovered my perfect happiness. here's my recipe: 1. take a new FREEE iPod. 2. add my entire collection of iTunes 3. add a cigarette 4. add the open back door that lets out to a little patio 5. add wi-fi access 6. add me reading blogs. ...equals perfect happiness. or so I think. I'm going to try it. I'll let you know what i think. I also think that my poo doesn't stink.

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1098847114434031762004-10-26T23:17:00.000-04:002004-10-27T10:47:57.410-04:00

I'm sending the following to sara bear. ************ I've decided I'm going to go. ;) actually... I'm SOOOO there. -----Original Message----- From: Reunion Committee [mailto:classmailer@reunited.com] Sent: Tuesday, October 26, 2004 8:51 PM To: me Subject: Matt MAY is coming to the reunion! Matt MAY is Paid.

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1098394232672082132004-10-21T17:27:00.000-04:002004-10-21T17:53:35.386-04:00

remember back in the day, when you were a little kid and you would play with the brightly colored magnetic letters and spelled your name on the fridge? why let the fun end. this site is just like that, yet you're playing with a whole bunch of other kids on the block. beware... highly addictive site: someone stole my letters

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1098369098668131282004-10-21T10:29:00.000-04:002004-10-21T17:55:31.340-04:00

all I can say is go red sox!! hell has frozen over, and I couldn’t be happier for them. read about their win.

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1098288645896496602004-10-20T13:07:00.000-04:002004-10-20T12:10:45.896-04:00

been wanting to share this funny story from the beasties concert this past monday. was stopped by two guys while mindy and I were walking back to the floor. guy #1 says, “hey bob, let me introduce you to some pretty girls.” He comes up to us and does a quick “Pretty girls, this is bob, bob, pretty girls.” We start chit chatting. guy #1 says he hasn’t seen the beastie boys since he was really

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1098135403259588512004-10-18T17:35:00.000-04:002004-10-18T17:39:28.860-04:00

just to show i am equal opportunity offender... drumroll please. may i present the penis name generator: My penis's new name is Ernest the Irresistable Ferocious Beast.Take Name Your Penis by badasstronaut today!Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator. and no, i do not have a penis. though if i did, i assume with that name i'd be quite the catch for the ladies.

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1098104156066185412004-10-18T08:46:00.000-04:002004-10-18T08:55:56.066-04:00

got a call last night at 2 am. jonny said that bill and dustin and himself had gotten arrested and were in back of police car. he was using his one call to make sure i could sign for him when they got here. he told me to get mindy too, so she could sign for bill and her bro. little weird how we had to sign for grown adults, but whatever, right? weird how his "one last call" was made from his cell

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1098079304650269572004-10-18T02:01:00.000-04:002004-10-18T08:58:13.346-04:00

according to this auto generator, my boobie's names are twin peaks. i kinda like that. Your Boobies' Names Are: Twin Peaks Get your own Boobie Names

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1098076466132198692004-10-18T01:48:00.000-04:002004-10-18T01:16:20.276-04:00

so i haven't written much, right? and so much has happened. so i have to do some quick update ramling (i seriously love and hate life and all that comes with it. it can suck, and it sure as hell can be great. and all those times, whether good or bad, make me want to remember it all.) Deron moved to PA. lost his job as a cell phone company store manager. damn cell phone company. fired him after

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1098074003422469012004-10-18T01:27:00.000-04:002004-10-18T00:33:23.423-04:00

been bad in so many ways. haven't written cause i'm too afraid to read what is really happening... not talking to my mom or dad because they are alcoholics... too much partying to forget about said parents... told i was pushing love away by a psychic... had party supplier try to get with me last night... and i kinda wanted to... but good news...I didn't. afriad i will. someday.

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1095691855476386682004-09-20T10:30:00.000-04:002004-09-20T10:50:55.476-04:00

i've been sick, deathly sick for the past 5 days and haven't posted. I know I'm bad. but i seriously couldn't do it. i could barely lift my head and swallow juice, let alone type a coherent sentence. i missed work for two days. and now i'm back in the office, and the work is swallowing me whole. but now i just have to type and get this off my chest. this girl is such a bitch. i'm so tired of

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1094756745718218732004-09-09T14:42:00.000-04:002004-09-09T15:05:45.720-04:00

not very proud of this, but I have a new theory on why nebraska isn’t calling. d-ron texted me today telling me that if I took nebraska to the game and not him, he would no longer be my best friend. I said, “seeing that he’s not calling me, don’t see that as a problem. but if he’s not calling me, then who is he calling!” so d-ron asked for his phone number and looked up the his account (he

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1094742981318936502004-09-09T11:13:00.000-04:002004-09-09T11:16:21.320-04:00

I called nebraska yesterday. probably a mistake. but I figured it would be my final, last-ditch effort to see if there’s anything there. I left a message (of course) and offered him the fsu v. miami ticket I have. if he doesn’t call by tonight… that’s it. I’m absolutely deleting his number from my cell’s phone book. that way, no matter what, I can’t embarrass myself ever again. unless, I see him

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1094682833327736982004-09-08T18:28:00.000-04:002004-09-08T18:33:53.326-04:00

Got this from RDick today, and thought it was a good line… certainly applies to how I’m living recently! Good motto to live by ... "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand - strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming, "WOO

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1094673137551920432004-09-08T15:47:00.000-04:002004-09-08T15:52:17.553-04:00

so I have this extra ticket to the FSU v. Miami game this Friday, and I wanted to bring a boy, but now I have no idea who I’m gonna bring. can’t bring Nebraska, he’s fallen off the face of the planet (or maybe I call him and still invite him??). can’t take rapid fire, cause he already has tickets. REALLY don’t want to take anyone from work, mostly because I wanted a date thing. I need a date

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1094575298452363362004-09-07T13:40:00.000-04:002004-09-08T18:40:25.890-04:00

see, now this is why I hate my job sometimes. damn people are so reactive. I consider myself more proactive. so a make good on an email rental didn’t go out because a hurricane threatened our coast and made communication impossible. Let’s get over it and move forward. Stop asking why didn’t it go? Who’s to blame? and start asking, When can we make this a success again? Are there any new

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1094564938687028042004-09-07T09:47:00.000-04:002004-09-07T09:48:58.686-04:00

I love my company. walked in today to a surprise breakfast. bacon, sausage, quiche, fruit, and all kinds of pastries were on tables lining the walls. in the middle of the lobby…all the partners in chef hats and aprons making omelets and scrambled eggs for the crew. LOVE IT! chatted with CP for a while as he made the best omelet of my life. mmmmmm. cheese, mushrooms and scallions. mmmmMM! and as

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1094503804243273262004-09-06T16:46:00.000-04:002004-09-07T10:29:15.233-04:00

**hurricane frances was brought to you by the fine looters in your neighborhood, home depot, texaco, publix, zephryhills water, atm/cash machines and your local drug dealer. we thank you for your patronage.**

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1094502062371713862004-09-06T16:15:00.000-04:002004-09-06T16:39:24.846-04:00

Start with 5 days of anticlimatic anticipation, add in a condo complex filled with alterna-cute boys and girls, stir in absolute boredom. Store for 3 days at room tempurature, then add in a few hits of weed, a shit load of alcohol (including 1 magnum of red wine and 5 cases of beer), one hot boston boy with a bi-sexual girlfriend... guess what you get?? the most insane weekend of my fucking life

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1094277364439993752004-09-04T01:53:00.000-04:002004-09-04T01:56:04.440-04:00

still nothing has happened. what a dissappointment. i mean - it's not like i wantd soemthing to happen, but still. i'm drunk. been drinking all day. nothing else to do. not even a drop of rain. ok... well a little rain, but seriously. we've all been duped. they say tomorrow afternoon. yeah. we'll see. regardless... it means a good 5 day weekend. awesome. will check in later. all my love. hope

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1094245707392314972004-09-03T17:02:00.000-04:002004-09-03T17:08:27.393-04:00

well... here we are. and i'm gonna try to keep this updated as i get through this storm. i'm at home. decided to stay, as crazy as that sounds. it's kinda like a party. there are a few of us in the complex that have stayed. i haven't said hi to the downstairs neighbors yet, but the couple next door is doing fine. kaya and i go over there and say hi every few minutes. kaya plays with the cat, i

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1093976581968345082004-08-31T14:21:00.000-04:002004-08-31T14:23:01.966-04:00

I feel guilty for not writing. I’ve let thousands of ideas and thoughts slip by. party moments have been a dime a dozen, and completely notable. the vmas were this weekend. the party didn’t stop. an I have plenty to record in words. but that’s not whats compelling me to write. as many parties as one might attend, and as many laughs as one might have, it means nothing without people around you to

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1093288022649478922004-08-23T15:05:00.000-04:002004-08-23T15:07:02.650-04:00

...can i let this continue? rapid fire just IMed me and now i have plans for tonight. drinks at my place at 9 pm. i just don't find that we have much to talk about. but i still find him incredibly attractive. i think i need more than a pretty face. why oh why oh why do i torture myself???

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1093272818517567482004-08-23T10:52:00.000-04:002004-08-23T10:53:38.516-04:00

i must assume he has either: a.) been kidnapped by fundamentalists who are hoping to thwart the parallysis work of cute lab techs b.) possibly eaten by wild pack of wolves. I refuse to think that after we had such a good date on Thursday and made plans for the weekend that he would just disappear. Must be some rational explanation. Like hungry wolves. he couldn’t be scared? no way. can’t be

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1092867929107894592004-08-18T18:14:00.000-04:002004-08-18T18:25:29.106-04:00

i have made a bad decision. i let someone know about this site. and she's made me feel like an asshole for sharing. her response: -----Original Message----- From: xxxxxxxx Sent: Wednesday, August 18, 2004 5:46 PM To: me Subject: Re: what i promised. ummm..okay. I don't remember you telling me anything about this and frankly I think its a bit weird. Why would you want anyone reading your

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1092838753675666232004-08-18T10:06:00.000-04:002004-08-18T10:19:13.676-04:00

i'm having a bad morning. a morning that only a woman could understand. woke up with the urge to pee. nothing new there. except the urge didn't end once the bladder was empty. matter of fact, was more intense. and if you're a woman, you know what that means. i need to go to a doctor asap! then while walking the kaya dog, an old lady yelled at me to get my dog off her lawn: "get your dog off my

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1092801334925798882004-08-17T23:49:00.000-04:002004-08-18T00:03:12.510-04:00

ummm... does anyone else think: - bob costas sucks? "that match was just sheer drahma..." hmm. okay. it was swimming buddy. it was exciting. but drah-matic? - that the boy swimmer (phelps?) that everyone raves about looks slightly, well, not all mentally there? i swear, he's always got a goofy look on his face like he's about ready to shout, "mother-fucker! bitch! suck a dick!" - that from

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1092797150906875612004-08-17T22:21:00.000-04:002004-08-17T22:45:50.906-04:00

remember that second date with nebraska drew? well apparently, just because you study neuroscience (and yes, i know what that is now. i googled it.) doesn't mean you have the ability to use what you study. nebraska brain double booked. he had tickets with his "entourage" to go to the projekt revolution tour. on another subject... isn't it just about time that misspellings became way lame? i mean

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1092795059878675772004-08-17T21:55:00.000-04:002004-08-17T22:20:45.116-04:00

Do: have a plan (+1) Don't: show up on late (-1) unless you don't know that date is frantically cleaning house in underroos because date does not want you to think she is a pig (+0/even) Do: Tell date how gorgeous she is (+1) Don't: freak out when date's dog noses you in the groin. (+1)say you hate cats. especially if you haven't met date's cat. (-1) Do: Pick a good restaurant (+1) Don't: Forget

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1092628422572401312004-08-15T22:53:00.000-04:002004-09-06T16:32:04.830-04:00

what a fantastic weekend. friday was a pretty chill night. bear came over and we hung out with her friends iris and paul, who live just a few blocks away. watched the olympic opening ceremony and played some games. prior to going to their place, rapid fire called and asked what i was up to. i think he wanted to go out to dinner, but since i already had plans, he backed out of the asking. i told

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1092428032498187182004-08-13T15:55:00.000-04:002004-08-15T23:55:02.486-04:00

we're all at work. but not working. we've become hurricane center storm chasers. walk by any desk, and weather.com is up, or at least minimized in the taskbar. it's almost as if the one with the most up to the minute information wins. it's an obsession. chris the media assistant was the first to announce - "it's now a category 4!" even people outside the company are storm chasing. rapid fire IMs

any single girlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7874704.post-1092411683029060052004-08-13T11:27:00.000-04:002004-08-13T16:23:36.610-04:00

got call from one of my bestest friends in the world - bear - last night. she said - let's go watch SPAM! and knowing that i am so utterly broke and would be in all weekend long, i thought that it would be the best way to be able to handle the lame-O weekend i'm about ready to have. so off we went to "the district" in the design district to watch the beloved spam all stars. who rocked. after

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