'Ello Dere

I'm sure that that one reader I pretend to have feels abandoned. To you: I am sorry.

To everyone else...well, no point in wasting HTML if you're not even reading it.

Basically, nothing of super interest has been going on to report, and I'm no good at looking things up on the Internet just to have something to talk about. It should be natural and free flowing, not forced.

I know...baggage sucks! Ex's suck! The shit they do to you that causes you to do shit to the first person to treat you like a princess, sucks! SIGH!!!!!!!!

Also, getting pedicures and manicures are awesome! I'm sure to become addicted. However, I have broken my dependency on Red Bull...I now just use it recreationally. HA!

I can get facebook AND myspace on my phone for free, as well as my e-mail. I am now plugged in 24 hours a day. It's a sickening feeling, really.

And finally: I need out of this city. I work in the inner city and it is the single most depressing thing in the world. I can't handle it. I want to cry every night when I get home because there is no beauty left in this city. All the buildings, streets, people are all gross and dirty and derelict. I wish I could make everyone value what they have and take care of it. It's truthfully depressing. Luckily, I have a gorgeous back yard and my boyfriend lives in a lovely neighborhood so I get some reprieve....some.

Roasted Butterflies

Wow, does this heat wave suck...

...so do these butterflies. I hates them. Really. Why is it I had to go and fall in love? Ok, maybe it's more like like, but really! I can't take the thinking about him all the time. I can't stand it. I don't want to think about him. I don't want to feel some sort of way when he's out and I'm not.

I don't want another Mr. Anonymous. He was so cruel. It hurt so bad. I hate him. I hope New Girly fucks him over. It's not fair to New Boi. He doesn't deserve this. I don't want it.

Tears.

P.S. ~ Did I mention that this heat wave sucks?

Really?

So it's Thursday. We usually go to the Hookah bar on Thursdays. If you don't know what a hookah is, look it up. It's basically a way to smoke tobacco. Like, if you've ever seen Disney's Alice in Wonderland, and you see the Caterpillar, he's smoking that funky thing...that's a hookah. I think it's Turkish.

Anyway, I decided to do some research on the Hookah Vs. Cigarettes. This is what I found:

"Hookah contains nicotine, which is highly addictive
91% of weekly hookah smokers said they could not quit
Hookah smoke contains more than 4,000 chemicals
Men can become unfertile due to tobacco smoke
Pregnant women who smoke hookah are at high risk for low-birth-weight babies
The risk of gum disease is 5 times higher than that of non-smokers
Hookah smoke contains significantly high levels of arsenic, lead and nickel
Hookah contains 15 times more carbon monoxide than cigarettes
A single puff of hookah smoke lasts about twice as long as a cigarette puff
Sharing the mouthpiece can lead to diseases such as tuberculosis, mono, and hepatitis" (Article here: Ask Pat - Hot Topics: Hookah)

Now, I'm not sure if I believe this. Do you? Nicotine in a Hookah? And this page is saying it has more than cigarettes by volume? Really?? Really?! And 100-200 puffs an hour?? I mean, what, you never take it out of your mouth? Really? And 91% of weekly users say they CAN'T quit??? I've never felt that way and I have an addictive personality!! And tuberculosis?? Don't you know if your friends have that? Really? Are you sharing with strangers? That's gross! And you can get mono from sharing a glass of water, so give me a break!

Yeah, really, I don't know how I feel about this, but I know I feel some kind of way. Maybe I need to do more field research. I'll go tonight and let you know.

Why am I not asleep?

It might have just hit me that I have a CAREER! Holy fuck! Whilst having the potential to make me feel old, I'm going to choose to ignore that and have it make me feel awesome.

I have work e-mails. Meetings. Clients. Dead lines.

And while sometimes those things suck...I personally am finding it more and more killer each and everyday.

Except when I can't sleep and I have to get up early the next day. Then it's not really so awesome.

God, why did I let this weekend mess up my sleep cycle? Back to the daily grind with my working self. But I'm happy about it, and I can say that with honesty.

There's tears in my coffee because I can't have you, babe...

Car update: I can't afford it. There are no cash back insentives, no discounts and no way I can afford this car. I thought I could, but I can't.

Oh Yaris! You are a cruel and unusal lover.

Guess I don't have to worry about giving up my Val after all.

I don't have friends, just sales men...

So I'm trying to buy a new car. Nothing to crazy. Pretty simple. I've got a choice between the Chevy Aveo and the Toyota Yaris. And I've got a decent down payment and a trade-in, so I'm doing pretty well.

So my mom's online trying to get a quote for my trade-in, and she gets this e-mail from the Chevy dealer saying he's got this great price on the Aveo and to come in and test drive. Well, I'm not ready to buy, but I wanna test drive both cars, so I figure why not. And it was nice. They were helpful and said they could get me in one at a pretty half-decent price.

So then I go over to the Toyota dealer near my house and what a joke that was! We get there and no one comes over to help us. Not a single soul! So my mom's like, let's see if they have the 4-door out on the lot. I'm getting frustrated, but I go. I can't see a single Yaris though and I'm hungry and I just want to be home. Well, there's this attendant just wandering around, never bothers to speak to us, until I yell out to my mom that I'm leaving and she comes with me. Then I purposely say in a very loud voice that I will never come back and I will make sure none of my friends and family do. This guy hears and walks over to my mom to finally ask if we're being helped. We say no, but tell him we're leaving. As a last ditch effort to get us to wait for them and stick around, he asks my mom what we were looking for. My mom says "she was looking to test drive a Yaris," referring to me. And his classy response: "Oh, is that all?"

WHAT?!?!?!

You did not just speak to my mother that way! PIG!!! So we leave, never to go back....

...but it doesn't end there! The next day, on my way to work, the sales manager from the Chevy places calls at 9:00 to see how I made out. I tell him I didn't drive the Yaris yet, but I loved their customer service, so I'll probably be back in the next two days.

20 minutes later, the actual sales man calls. Says he heard I talked to his boss and just wanted to confirm. I tell him the same thing and he says that he's off on Thursdays, but if I come in then, to call his cell and he'll come and set me up. He gives me his cell phone number and I think nothing of it, because a had a friend who sold cars and he did the same thing. So it's still going well....

Until 3:10. When a DIFFERENT sales man calls. He says that my original sales man had an emergency and had to leave so if I come in tonight to ask for this new guy. I'm like, ok. I probably won't be in, but whatever. I'll deal with this phone call and be fine...or not!

10 minutes later, my ORIGINAL sales man calls on HIS CELL PHONE!!! To tell me the SAME THING!!! And then, this ass hat starts to flirt with me. I say I thought he had a wife and baby, he says he thought I had a man (which I told me I do) but that we can still be friends. He says I do have his cell phone. So I'm a little disgusted and I tell him I'll see him if I come in to buy the car and to leave me alone. But it doesn't end.

I don't answer, but the USED CAR GUY calls at 7:30 pm that night. I let it go to voice mail, hoping they'll get the hint.

But they don't! I get yet another phone call the NEXT day at 10:00 am, to see where I was the night before and why didn't I come in. I finally tell them to stop calling me. I have not driven a Yaris yet, and I'm not making a decision until then and to just LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!

I think they finally got the message. I have not heard from them in 24 hours now. THANK GOD!!!

But I did hear from my no-pressure Yaris guys. I hope to drive (and buy, hehe) my Yaris next week. But we'll see.

VROOM VROOM!!!

Random Rambling June Twenty Seventh, Two Thousand and Eight

You know what I hate? OK, when you have a body piercing, and you know when you take it out after a long while...that smell. Like...the jewelery smells and then your fingers smell. Oh GAWD! It's sick! I hates it.
I do however love my body jewelry and gauging my ears. YEY!

Also....
Brand new song from the Verve today. CRAZY!!!! They did that song "Bittersweet Symphony" like 15 billion years ago (and by that I mean 1996). Now Radio104.5 is gonna play a new song by them? CRAZY!!!! Oh, and now they're playing Weezer. Love it! Go, awesome radio station, go!

And that's all. Kisses!

"Good Morning"

I don't understand
But I don't think I need to
Just to know in the dark
Is enough to see you
And I don't need to understand
To know that this is good
To know what was wrong
And keep what I should
Criptic messages won't be
Enough to express this right
But I hope you know it meant so much
That you let me sleep last night
~ Meg Han

Sorry, I had no where else to put this.

"Innocently Enough"

A Text Conversation in 8 Parts, by Meghan and Friend

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Friend (Who's having a party, but no one gave him money yet): Hey guys, well you three are the only ones who gave me money, with only 2 who asked 2 pay l8r.* So im changing it 2 everyone just bringing something. So u guys have a choice, either i return the money, and u bring something, or i keep it, minus the 5 for the tee...n u dont have 2 bring anything. Let me know

Me: Um you can keep mine but i'll probably bring something too because i ...[hate] showing up empty handed. But you always have the parties and no one helps so keep it! Please! You're always too generous! Plus no one ever brings the little things like forks of napkins so use it on that :)

Friend: Forks n napkins it is!

Me: :) i'm still bringing some mother fucking boones farm!

Friend: U mean ur bringing CLASS!

Me: I always bring the class just by walking in the room! BAM!

Friend: My dick = mc2, BOOM!

Me: You like to skeet so much i need a dick sneeze gard!

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JESUS, what is wrong with us?? Me and my friends need help!

*Please note that this was written VERBATIM, as it appeared in our text messages. Unless otherwise noted, all misspelling and poor punctuation was done intentionally.

My retail therapy cost more than your retail therapy, Bitch!

OK, so maybe I said I'm in a bad mood, but tomorrow is going to change all that.

How?

I'm getting my new ORANGE car!!!!!!!!!!

I can't wait. It's going stick out like a cheerleader at an emo concert and it's going to be great!! I'm going to be so in love with it. That, and my industrial!

Which keeps getting all nasty under the upper part of my earlobe. Like, what??

But, sigh. I cannot wait. My first new car. My first new ORANGE car.

Sweet Jesus, my day has come!!!