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!!