How'd I'd love to insert my foot into her ass

My sister got in a car accident today. I guess the light had just turned green and some car comes barreling through the light, which is blatantly red. She t-boned my sister which pretty much totaled her car which in turn totaled her car. Not only did she almost kill my sister and not so much as apologize for it, but she had two kids in the car with her. Wow, really? You're really THAT fucking irresponsible? I mean it's one thing to drive a little over the speed limit with kids in the car, which a lot of us are guilty of, but to run red lights is downright child neglect. These kids are bound to end up in the hospital.

So yeah, my sister called me at like a quarter after 8 and I wasn't out of bed yet. I missed the first call. She called back but when I answered she had hung up. I wondered why the hell she was calling me. I stayed in bed for a few more minutes then got up and went on my merry way getting ready for work. I would just call her quick on my way out the door to see what's up.
I called her on the way to my car and was stunned to find out what had happened. And me too f-ing stupid to get the phone. I sure did feel like a douche bag. But was so thankful that she wasn't hurt. She said that if the woman would have hit her on the other side of the car, she'd probably be dead. Omigod. When I got off the phone with her, I balled for like ten minutes. Partly because I felt like I wasn't there for her when she needed me, but mostly because I could have lost my sister today. That just didn't sit so well with me. And I was furious at the bitch who hit her.

The moral of the story is that you never know what you've got until it's either gone or close to being gone. I don't know what I would do without my sister. I know we have our moments like every sibling does. But I love her so much. I couldn't imagine anyone else telling me my fashion sense sucks. It wouldn't be the same.

Plus I'd have to punch them in the face for being an asshole.

It's what's on the inside that counts...so they say.

Well, I've accomplished one of my goals for this year. I have been slowly losing weight since January. I've lost a total of about 18 pounds. Give or take a smidgen. Ultimately you'd think I've done really good and since I'm at the weight I want to be at, you'd think I'd be ecstatic. But I'm not. I mean I'm happy that I'm at my goal weight. I'm happy that I finally fit into my "skinny" jeans. I'm happy that people have noticed and that my hard work has paid off.

So why am I still not happy with the I look? Honestly, I look in the mirror or at pictures and I still see the fat me. And I know this is not healthy. Don't get me wrong, I'm not anorexic. I eat and I would love to eat more. But I don't. My self control keeps things in check. Let me tell you, some times it's hard too.
How do I get rid of that fat me? Do I lose ten more pounds and see what happens then? What if I'm still not happy? Another ten pounds? What if it's not a physical thing? Do I need therapy? WTF?

I guess in conclusion, I will just try to lose ten more pounds. If I'm not happy by then, I think I'll know it's in my head. I know that if I lose any more then that I will start to look unhealthy. We'll see what happens...

You funny ass, stupid bastard!!

Ok, I just got word that Kal Penn is leaving acting. He is leaving acting to work on the Obama administration. Are you fucking kidding me?!?! Kal Penn. Resume including both Harold and Kumar movies, Van Wilder, a regular character role on House, several roles in several other movies and a potentially bright future in acting. And you're giving this up to work for a crappy president? Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against Obama...yet. As long as he doesn't fuck up the country any more than it currently is.

But why? Is it because he's the first black president? It is because you THINK he's going to have some profound effect on the country's current status? And would you have been on the Clinton administration? You know she would have been the first women president. Does that account for anything? Doubtful. So give me one good reason. He's a fucking president. He's not going to be any better then anyone else.

Now mind you, I did vote for him. But only for the simple fact that I don't want another Bush in the White House and the possibility of him dying and having Palin next up. Obviously. Oh my God, how awful. We would have all been doomed. So I really do hope that Obama can make some kind of difference. But no more significant then the next person. I tell you what, if given the chance to be on the administration, I sure as hell wouldn't.

So why Kal, why? Why waste your talent on a president?

I'm "into" him...yeah, sure. Because you say so.

Three months or so ago I went to this party with my boyfriend and a couple other friends. I was already hammered when we got there. When I’m hammered I’m happy, talk a lot, am very friendly and smiley. I guess some people can take this the wrong way. As in wrong way, I mean they think I'm flirting.

For instance, I actually saw someone there I have known for 12 years. I was really surprised to see this kid there and kind of thrilled that I actually knew someone I didn’t come with. And coincidently, who I’d had a big thing for, for about a year 10 years ago.

Let me give you some background. I had a HUGE crush on this kid. So much so, that when he went into the army we would write each other all the time. Well, at one point we agreed that when he got back for a visit we would go on a date. We never did and I was crushed. I even tried to kiss him once, but he wouldn’t have it. Again, I was crushed. All the while he kept leading me on by continuing to write and call me. One night he called me and told me he had met a girl, whom he later married and bore children with. Yet again, I was completely crushed. It took me a long, long time to get over it. Matter of fact, I saw him four years ago at a party and could barely speak to him because I was still not over him.

So I see him at this party and immediately start talking to him and his wife. I’m just realizing, wow, I’m completely over this kid. I am so happy. I even introduced him to my boyfriend whom I’m so proud of. Remember, I’m drunk and very talkative. We are talking for a little while and he finally turns away from me and starts talking to his wife and some other girls. I wait for a second to see if he’ll talk to me again but then just walk away. Didn’t really think anything of it.

Later, my boyfriend and I are talking and he’s telling me how I was clearly into the guy I was talking to. I was flabbergasted. Seriously, for the first time in 9 years, I could talk to that kid and not have an ounce of any type of feeling for him what so ever. I was so ecstatic about that. Until that moment. Great. Now my boyfriend, whom I am so smitten with, thinks I’m into another dude. Fucking great. That was so not my intention. I seriously just thought it was cool that I knew someone. If he was a girl, I would have acted no different.

Ok, why in God’s holy name was I awake at 3:24am and for two f-ing hours?!?! Two hours!! I wasn’t overly uncomfortable. I wasn’t too hot. I don’t have anything mind boggling in my head. And no strange noises were awry. So what the hell?!?! I mean, I understand how you can wake up and have trouble getting back to sleep for about 15 or 20 minutes. But two flippin hours! Ridonkulous!!

I hope today won’t be a bad day. Satan's in house, so it's already begun...

Nachos anyone?

Well, pro basketball is in full swing. Haven't really been keeping up with it at all. But it reminds me of the one and only time I went to a pro ball game. I got to see the Cavs play in Cleveland. Don't ask me who won the game or who they even played. I wish I could say it was a long time ago just so I could have a good excuse. I guess I kind of do, but still. I should remember these two key facts.

Anyway, here's my story. I went with one of my long time guy friends. His employers planned a trip for the employees. They were taking them to the Cavs game and also having a little seminar at their headquarters beforehand. They each were allowed to take one guest. So here I am. We went to their little seminar which was rather interesting and they fed us dinner. After all that we headed the rest of the way to Cleveland.

Finally get to the game. I had never been to the stadium before. It's huge and kind of overwhelming. We get seated and we're pretty much in the nose bleed section but it's still awesome. Can't complain, it's free. In the midst of the game, I'm just sitting there minding my own business. I guess one of the girls that was in our group had gone to get nachos. She was sitting in the row behind us. Well, she was walking back to her seat and I don't know if she stumbled or what, but she dropped that whole damn thing of nachos all over my lap. Omigod, you've gotta be fuckin kidding me. Man, was I heated. I didn't say a word. I just sat there for a minute trying to compose myself. Then I started to clean them up. They were all over. Cheese and chips everywhere. The guy I came with was just laughing. He said he was laughing because he if he didn't he would have said something he would've regretted. Good thing I guess. I would rather her just look like the ass in the situation.

Well, the girl apologized profusely. I just smiled and said it was ok. These things happen. Just usually not to me. I get cleaned up for the most part. Graciously enough, one of the men that was in the group lent me his sweatshirt. Props to this guy or I would have just looked like a greasy mess the rest of the game. Awkward enough as it was to be known as the girl that got the nachos spilled on her taco (lol).

The game seemed to take forever from that point on. Because I sure as hell was ready to go home. Finally we left. Finally we got home. The girl had offered to buy me a new shirt but I wouldn't let her. Yet another way to make her feel like an ass. I did get commended for keeping my composure the way I did. The person said that anyone else in that situation would have yelled and screamed bloody murder. Probably true. Not me. I'm a humble person and have learned that hurting other people's feelings does not make the situation any better or make me feel better about myself.

Props to me for being cool. Moral of the story: If you go to a basketball game where they serve nachos, bring an extra shirt.

Sick of it!

Being sick sucks. It really does. I mean, there are variations to being sick. You can be a little sick, you can be moderately sick, miserably sick and then there's the on the verge of dying sick. These all suck. I mean, given, deathly sick is by far the worst. But being just a little sick has never been worthy of being deemed fun.

I have been sick four times this season. WTF?! I usually don't get sick any more then twice. But for some reason, this season I have been a lot more susceptible to everything. I don't understand why. Maybe because of the weather changes? Who knows. Please just let this be the last time! It's so exhausting!

I guess maybe I shouldn't complain though. I could have gotten the flu or something even worse then that. But dang it, I don't want to be sick anymore!

All I got for you is fake respect! Much love!

Bossman has this thing where he doesn't want people to eat at their desks at lunchtime. His reasoning for this is that he has provided us with a lunchroom and he thinks it is disrespectful. I beg to differ. In what part of the country do people not eat at their desks at some point in time? Every job I have ever had has had no problem with me eating at my desk or even really gave a crap. So to me his reasoning for this is bullshit. Yeah, there is a lunchroom, but aren't work places supposed to provide you with a lunchroom? It would be rather odd if there wasn't one. And it's not like it never gets utilized. I didn't eat at my desk every damned day. And in no way, shape or form was I trying to be disrespectful while doing so. Get over yourself you sensitive, egotistical bastard.

He also talks about clutter on our desks. Like unfinished coffee cups for instance. I rarely ever have any. But for some stupid reason, I did that day. So he came over to my desk to talk to me. I'm in the middle of doing something as usual when he rudely interrupts. I'm intently listening for a couple minutes then it kind of sounds like he is going to end it soon. I start doing other things but still semi listening. Well, I'm putting a binder back where it belongs and my unempty coffee cup was sitting right in front of where it goes. Well what the fuck do ya know. I plowed the binder right into the coffee cup spilling the contents everywhere. Right in front of bossman. Son of a bitch. He goes to get some bathroom paper towels (which soak up nothing) and starts cleaning it up. Meanwhile I go to the kitchen and get real paper towels and sop the rest of it up. Way to go Kinsey. Most likely the exact reason he wants no clutter on the desks. Way to validate that reasoning. Like a fucking five year old. Then the next day I was eating something at my desk and shit got flung onto some papers I needed. Nice. Be more subtle.

In conclusion, I still think it's stupid we can't eat at our desks. I sometimes do anyway. I do not mean it as disrespect, but all I have for him is fake respect anyway, so does it make a difference?

F you in your f-ing a hole!! I do what I want!!

Grown men acting like animals is actually interesting. Who would of thought..

So I have come to the conclusion that UFC is fucking awesome. Initially, I was opposed to the idea of shirtless grown men basically fighting to the death or until a good kick in the face knocked them unconscious. Animalistic I tell you! But I'll be damned if I won't watch it again!

Columbus had the honor of hosting such a championship this past weekend. I was privileged enough to watch it live on pay-per-view. At first, I wasn't overly thrilled about this. But I'd like to think of myself as not being a prissy ass girly girl. That said, I'm able to hang with the boys and do it up guy style. Not ask too many "girly" questions, just figure the shit out as we go. When it started I really got into it. I was just thinking, wow, this is actually pretty fuckin sweet. So much better then boxing and wrestling. Probably because it IS so animalistic. All the fights were pretty great. Especially the one where Munoz literally got knocked the fuck out by a foot to the face. Which sucks because Hamill seems like a real dick. The Jardine vs. Jackson fight was pretty damn good, to say the least. It was, as the commentators described, a spectacular main event. Props to Jardine for holding out as long as he did. So close! Should have left out the nut shot dude.

For the most part, it seemed like the knock outs were purely luck. Like an, I'll give this swing a shot and see how it goes...hey hey, it worked! I mean obviously there is some power behind them, but nothing they actually expected that much from.

So aside from the dreadful cauliflower ear and extreme gayness; ie: nose touching (shown below), ear kissing, and statements such ass "I'm gonna dig in that ass", UFC is my new favorite sport. As well as OSU football.

Jackson and Jardine

30 you ARE dirty

So I had a good post about my birthday and the party and stuff. But I totally f-ed up and didn't save it. Lame. I don't entirely remember what all I put. What a shocker. I will try to write up something decent though.

Yeah, 30. It's been great, really. Knowing that now everyone thinks you're officially old when you don't feel the slightest bit old. Except for the minor creaks and cracks you are starting to have daily. Honestly, I still feel like I'm 25 or something. This may be because I have lost out on a few years due to wasting my time and effort on huge peices of crap I would rather not discuss. Maybe it's the simple fact that I'm really not where a 30 year old should supposedly be in life. I mean most I know have a house, a nice car, getting/are married, a good job, on the way to or have kids. Granted I do have the job and the car. But no where close to anything else. And the fact that everyone else does have this and I'm not even in a commited relationship kind of sucks at times. I feel like I am kind of being left out maybe even left behind at times. Although I really try to stay positive and just have a good time, I can't deny the fact that I really only have ten good years left. That's killing me. I feel like I'm going no where.

On a more positive note, I had a totally awesome birthday party. Socializing and heavy drinking were involved. Amongst other things that I will not elaborate on. I actually had a bunch of people there. I only expected like ten people or so. But I swear there was almost 30. Oh happiness. So I really did get surprised when people I didn't know were invited showed up. That was fucking sweet. It was great. I have only my sister to thank for putting it all together. Probably the greatest birthday ever. Top 2 anyway. So props to my totally awesome sister.

All in all (except for the number) it was a good birthday. I just hope the next one is able to "drown" out the fact that I will be 31. Can't wait...

Milestone my ass

I'll be drinking irresponsibly alright!!

So I'm turning the big 3-0 tomorrow. I'm totally NOT exciting about it. As a matter of fact, I have been dreading it for about ten years now. Not too long after I freaked out about turning 20. Yeah, I know it's really not that old yet. But you're officially out of your 20's. You're not even slightly a kid anymore. I pretty much considered myself a responsible adult at the age of 25. 30 just makes it that much more official. When you've done something incredibly stupid, you can't use the excuse of 'oh they're in their 20's, they're allowed to be stupid'. No, now you're just considered a fucking retard who's old enough to know better.

One thing I AM excited about is the fact that my sister is cool enough to throw me a surprise birthday party. Well, if you it's a surprise, how do you know about it you ask? Well, two people, not just one!, two people busted that can wide open. Props to the tang and Baroness (I still love ya!). But I am thoroughly excited about this event. I can't wait to see all my new friends and get utterly wasted with them. It's going to be awesome. Maybe I'll go Katy Perry on someone's ass. Black out!!

Happy stupid 30th Birthday to me. You can bite my ass. Alcohol, here I come!! No room for desert!

I'm down with cradle robbing. Just this one time.

So I may be the only person who thinks so. But I swear this is the hottest guy on the planet. Don't get me wrong, Bradley Cooper is still on my hot list. But Josh Peck totally tops it. Tell me he's not hot. I dare you.



Now since he was on the show Drake and Josh (which I'm embarrassed to admit I watched), you'd think he was younger. Well, I checked and he is of age. As a matter of fact, he's 22. Oh yes, I would possibly be robbing the cradle a little bit, but it would totally be worth it. I mean really, he's only 8 years younger then me. So it's not that bad ;)

FYI- If you're as into him as I am, he has a bare butt shot in The Wackness. Yes, it's a movie. An indy to be exact. You're welcome.

Who says there no light at the end of the tunnel? I can see it glowing!

So, life just got a little better this week. The person I've been dating for about seven months made things official for us. As in official, I mean the boyfriend/girlfriend thing. I'm ecstatic about this. Granted, things did progress a little slower than I had anticipated. But it was totally worth the wait. Because now...I finally have someone I can call a great boyfriend. I finally have someone that really cares about me and treats me with the respect I deserve. I finally have someone I'll never be ashamed of. And I can finally relate to people who look so happy instead of being in complete envy.

You know how people always say it's better to be single? Well, I can agree with that to a point. But it's always nice to have someone you're blissfully happy with instead of going it alone. Yeah, you may have to check in every so often. But that's only because you care about each other. In most cases anyway. Although it's not gotten to that stage with him and I yet. We both have completely seperate lives from each other. Right now, this is good for us. I can't say that won't change down the road when both of us are ready. But right now, it works. And we're both happy people because of it.
We aren't the type of people that can piss each other off very easily. Honestly, we have never had a disagreement. I'm sure we've upset each other in little ways, me anyways. But nothing to start a petty fight over. I can't really see us fighting. He's too laid back and I'm just not the nagging ass girlfriend type.

That said, I really think that we are very compatible. We are a lot alike in many aspects but different enough to keep things interesting. I couldn't be happier he came into my life.

Maybe next Valentine's Day will be a really good one :)

So I also have a secret girlfriend. It's so secret, SHE doesn't even know about it (props to CS). Here's a recent pic of her. We might have a little room for 256.

V-day...more like D-day

It's almost Valentine's day. The day of everlasting romance. The day that couple's announce and renew their love. The day that cupid claims for hunting. This is also the day that makes me severely sick. I mean, it actually makes me vomit in my mouth a little. Don't get me wrong. I have had good ones...in the past. But that just makes me hate it even more. Cupid can shove that arrow up his fat ass.

Aren't you dating someone you ask? Why as a matter of fact I am. Unfortunately he will be gone that weekend. He seems to not like V-day maybe as much as me anyway. I don't know HIS reasoning for not caring about it. Maybe because he hasn't had a decent person to spend it with in 8 years. Or when he did have someone, they were just a big piece of crap who didn't deserve to be with him in the first place. Or maybe because the ones that weren't pieces of crap, he just wants to forget about. Wait, that's me.

Sorry to be a big downer for a supposedly great day (and it even falls on a Saturday, that should make it even better!). But I just can't get in the mood for it. Even though I do have someone.

But for those of you that enjoy it, I truly hope you have a great Valentine's day. May it be better then last year. May you and your significant other love each other to no avail. And may it be a day of passion and true love for you both.

Although, Valentine's day wouldn't be bad if this guy would be mine ;)

Props to Catherette for the lovely picture!

Wishful thinking only gets you so far.

Not a chance he'd let us off work. And the roads were horrible! Horrible I say!! My car was covered in ice. I had to chisel it off.
I don't know how it was in your neck of the woods, but it suuuuuuucked here. We had to of gotten around ten inches. Winter sucks. It really does.
Makes me half wish I was still in high school. I mean how many days did the kids get off? Like two or three? The only bad thing is they have to make it up. Whatever, I have to work everyday of the year. Cry me a river.

So I saw Saw V the other night. They just keep getting worse. And leaving them wide open in the end. Why don't you just stop watching them you say? Well, they're those movies that the first two were good and go downhill from there, but you are just drawn to them like magnets. I have to see what happens in the next one. I have stopped watching them in theater though. So instead of wasting money and time, I'm just wasting time. But I get to do it in my bed eating bons bons. Not that I actually eat bon bons. They do sound good though!
So to sum it up, if you can keep from watching it, do so.

Think we'll get more snow next week? I hope not, but if we do, make that shit worthwhile so a mofo really can't drive to work!

Spring's almost here....right?

I know I may have said this once, possibly twice. But snow sucks. I mean I really fuckin hate it. It probably wouldn't be that bad in the Columbus area if Odot would get off there asses and take care of the flippin roads. I mean seriously, you know almost 24 hours in advance that this stuff is coming. Yet at rush hour, when it's been snowing for almost two hours, you're still not out doing your job. What the fuck do you get paid for? And do our tax dollars cover this?? It's one thing if it's snowing so bad that it is just covering the ground minute by minute. Isn't that what salt is for? Why the hell aren't they preparing for this??? I just don't understand it. Is there a salt shortage? Is the economic crisis so bad that they are trying to cut back on the hours the trucks are out? Please inform me. Inquiring minds need to know.

On a side note, maybe it will be so bad that I won't have to go to work tomorrow. Ha! Yeah right. If we got 3 feet of snow---36 INCHES!!--we would still have to risk our lives going to work. God forbid we miss that one customer call.
I want to stay home and sit on my ass all day. ALL DAY I say. I forgot what it feels like to do absolutely nothing on a weekday. It must be a dream come true. Then a couple weeks rolls around and you're bored to death. Or the bills need to be paid.

I need a sugar daddy. If you know of anyone, send them my way. (256, if you read this, he's just a side dish..you're the entree!)

Finally, success!....and sadness :(

Is it just me or does Haley Joel Osment look like a total girl in this picture?

I sold my car today. Didn't sell it for what I really wanted, but what can you expect for a car that doesn't have much going for it. I was actually rather sad to see it go. And yes, if you were asking to be a smartass, I did cry. You see this car has gotten me through a lot. I had never had a mechanical problem with it and it always came through for me. Especially when I came back from Florida. That little old car drove me 1300 miles. I had it for just under ten years. I guess you could say it was a part of me. And it's sad when a part of you goes away. I guess I'm just a sentimental retard.

We ALL know it had it's little problems. Humorous ones at that. I guess it isn't even the one that had problems. I'm the one with the problems. The car just happened to be there. It doesn't take a genious to figure out I'm not the brightest candle in the box.

Anyway, that's my excitement for the day. Good bye old Pos! :(

Yes, as a matter of fact I do still have a job.

So let me tell you about a day in the work life of Kinsey.

We have customers, they have terms that we set, you don't pay, we send you to collections. The way we figure up terms is by sending out credit checks to the credit references they provide us. Well one company sent us their references and sent out the forms for the provided companies to fill out. I sent out three and got one back. This reference sucked.....bad. They are in debt to this company for like $165 THOUSAND and their terms are COD. Which is cash on delivery. You don't have the cash when we deliver, you don't get the parts. So prepayment for you it is! In other words, you pay us before we even ship, or you ain't gettin shit.
So we don't hear from them for a month or two. Well two or three weeks ago a guy from there contacts me and asks me about it. I told them about the credit reference and that they are prepayment. He comes back and tells me they can't do prepayment and asks if they can do 50% down and the rest when they get the parts. My initial response...not a chance. But I asked the other girl in the office what I should tell him and she basically said the same thing. Got back to him but he is adamant about getting these terms. So I emailed his response to the girl with the following statement:

What should I tell this dumb bastard? He says they don’t have credit cards.

Well, I didn't get a response from her. Yesterday he calls and wants to talk to the person in charge. I'm like ok and put him on hold and sum my boss up on the situation. He talks to the guy for a while. He hangs up and comes out says something about an email.

Turns out I'm so brilliant, instead of hitting the forward button and putting in the other girls name, I hit the reply button. Omigod, omigod, omigod. How can a person be so fucking stupid?!?!

Basically my boss, obviously upset about it, says he's got my back. Come again? No punishment for this? Not this time....
All in all, I pretty much got off scott free. I narrowly escaped the guiotine once again. Holy crap.

I'm lucky I'm good with the other customers and he "likes to hear my voice". Or else, I may have gotten the axe. Props to my boss for being so awesome. Although, in the end, the guy got more then he really wanted. 100% due on receipt, which is payment due when you recieve the invoice (which I mail out the day after the parts ship). Dumb bastard.

Good holy lord, I'm an idiot.

Selling cars sucks

Ok, I'm trying to sell my car on craigslist.org right? I swear to God I am getting some of the dumbest freaking questions. Like today for instance. Some guy offers me this:

Would you trade for a ps3
it comes with rockband + drums (and sticks), guitar, foot pedal, and microphone
mlb 08 the show
nascar 09 + logitech steering wheel and foot pedals
2 ps3 wireless controllers
2 ps3 hdmi cables
spiderman 3 blue ray

Are you f-ing serious?? First of all, I very rarely play games. And if I do, it is at someone else's house. And I certainly do not want a playstation...for a fucking car at that! Man, go the fuck on..

Oh and then some chick offers me $450. I emailed her back with the following:

"are you serious? i can get more out of it for parts if it weren't running"

Was that mean? But really, be more retarded.

Car for sale!!

My first blog...awww!

This is my first blog not posted on myspace. I will try to do this at least every other day. They may not be as funny because I will be posting more often. Just whatever is on my mind for the day. Hopefully I will be able to be a little more creative with this. Or maybe not... heh heh

So if you're reading this, you are probably one of the three or less that has. God bless you, you must be really bored.

Hope to see you back soon!