I really know how to throw myself the worlds' best pity party......yawn yawn...and to be quite honest, i don't even have any major complaints to "complain" about right now....i mean life as a generalization is going good...so then why did i feel so "sad" all week??
Well anyone in the immediate entourage knows the beginning of the "sad" day..and quite honestly I don't want to blog that story in particular...so the week continues on with no glorified highlights....its raining in san diego..yes people it does actually rain here a few times a year..and cold...well cold enough that i couldn't wear my flip flops one day.....and it's january..so work is slow..so slow that my boss flew in...ohhhhh people i've got news...i mean lets be honest..this is the longest job i've kept since Club Med..reaching my 2 year anniversary in May....but lets be honest..it's bc i dont have a boss..LOL..literally i have someone "check" on me every 4 months??...i can def live with that..so she came in..stayed an hour...made some jokes...and left...i then received a thank you email...saying how much "fun" I and the staff are...LOL...if she only knew..i mean we all know that Mini is considered management right??..best decision i ever made...so anyways.....
The week continues on...I write my second ever email on the match dot com.....i wonder how richie poo poo is doing in icrap anyways....seeing that he still checks his match site..lol...but anyways back to hottie #2...I got the standard "thanks but no thanks email"...wow didn't even know that was a feature on the site....now this site is getting a little out of control...i won't lie...i get many emails and "winks"..now "winks" those are great..at least have the balls to email me...but what can i say?...I'm particular..and well I can find "something wrong" with each individual who contacts me....lol...i know i will be eternally single...but at the moment I'm okay with that.....so after feeling"rejected" two times in one week...i KNEW i should not go out this weekend..in fact i said "i shouldn't go out"......"it won't be good"............i mean i know what will happen....
So on Saturday.....I leave work early...was feeling so "low" i buy myself flowers...I got my favorite ones..starlight gazers..in case anyone is really reading this.....I go to the gym.....I come home...I am literally 50 50 on going out...i should not go..i should not go...Oh and i must add, Mini is not going out...She is "staying in"..yes everyone "mini is staying in"..why you all ask?? perhaps it has something to do with the fact that she went out last fri, sat, sun, tues, thurs and fri...and well since we all know she averages 15 plus drinks a night...oh right..did i mention she had been "asked to leave" from three separate bars in PB this week? now the problem is that the 3 bars are ones that we frequent...and so if the girl doesn't want to go out..I won't pressure her....it could be for the better..besides she met a boy....details in a later blog....
But Mean Kim T is back...and boy had i missed her.....so last minute i decide at 8pm fine i will go out..now i know....i am going to get very drunk..i mean i said i was going to get very drunk if i go out.....so i decide to "surprise" kim and i put on a dress WITH THE BOOTS..( mean Kim T. being the fashionista that she is who also met Mr. Marc Jacobs last week too )...now this would be my 2 time EVER wearing a dress ( and never with the slut style boots ) because you all know how i feel about wearing dresses out..but you know what?? i felt like it..and this is san diego..where less is more....( in more ways than one.. ) so we go out and we were having fun....go to our second dive bar and at around 1 a.m . decide to leave....so we walk outside..and i said "can we just look at bubs?" now bubs is the peanut infested place which i have written about before......but Kim wants pizza...( hey i wouldn't have to order from them one hour later)...so we are literally on the sidewalk...when WHO DO I SEE?
OH YOU KNOW IT...PAT MF FORREST....now i said in my last blog that i 'ran into him' at 7 Eleven.....um yah right..i called him that night.....did anyone really think that i bumped into him at MY 7 Eleven..i mean come on now...the boy for the first time ever had answered one of my saturday night calls....( see his fingers arent broken! ) Anyways,i have not called him or texted him since then ( two weeks ago ) bc i'm on some new weird "thing"...i'm done with him and his nonsense...no really people, i have had no desire to call him...and fyi two weeks is considered in Brooke time a long time not to contact someone..so now when i see him on the sidewalk literally ... i was like NONONONONONONONONO.....pat no...literally i looked at him and was like "no i cant see you!"
so he was like "brooke hey lets go into bubs and get a drink"...so kim and entourage go on their merry pizza way and pf and i go inside and proceed to order drinks....have i mentioned that i look like a hooker???...ugh yah he also ordered shots ( classy typical pf style ) so now i am beyond drunk....and as upsetting as this to write...one of the only things i remember was saying something like "i called you every single saturday for six months and you never responded!" ( at least i acknowledge my drunk calling ... smile ) ..... "you hurt my feelings!" ( can you tell i talked to the shrinkie sister earlier in the day... )... he then tells me how "mad" he was about the whole "mini pranking business"....direct quote "Brooke i was so mad at you i was never going to talk to you again!" Oh really patrick??? ..... i sincerely don't really know how/what happened next...i'm not being shady when i write that..i just don't remember what in the world we talked about...like at all...yah i know....it probably wasnt good...but oh well....i pieced together that i walked home ( alone )...made a pit stop at 7 Eleven..as evidenced by my coffee cup this morning......
So when i woke up by myself...with popcorn all over my floor....i was like omg what on earth happened?? yah your guesses are as good as mine...so i texted him ( one final farewell text people...cut me some slack ) "Um okay i just woke up...crap i was really drunk last night...and to be honest i only remember bits, sor if i was being an ass...."
This was sent at 7:32 a.m.....still no response....
Yah I don't want to know either....
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Mini Skirts, Big Boots & Stoli Don't Mix....
Well she's back.....Mini that is...so of course I've got a "blog" for everyones' entertainment....now the irony of this particular blog is that this one goes all the way back to one of my first ever "blogs" written back in August....anyways......
Firstly we have to talk about this past week pre-Mini's arrival...I was feeling saucy on Thursday...so saucy that I chopped off all my hair...no really...I am calling myself Grandma Peter Pan.....my hair is really short...but as my niece says "It's just hair, it'll grow back..." Yes Madison I agree, however when you only have five pieces to begin with..it makes the process seem that much longer......So yah I chopped the hair on Thursday...I think it was in some sort of unconscience to meeting my realtor..yes you read that correctly...I guess it's time to grow up and buy a place....that's what adults do these days isn't it....now this my friends is going to be a stressful process I can already tell...let me just give you a tidbit..did not realize that renovations/upgrades ie. new countertops in the exact same apartment complex for the exact same unit could raise the price of a condo upwards of $50,000...um are you kidding me??? so when she asks if i would consider a "fixer upper" , I know we are going to have problems..bc no i am the least handy girl ever...i mean i don't even own a screwdriver....but i can't exactly afford cherry stained wood floors either.....but i can't deal with that right now.....
So Mini me came "home".....I got to see her ( or rescue her from her rm's Jim Morrison bf ) on friday...we confirmed our plans for saturday...soooooooooo yah...I must preface this story in that for the first time in three years in SD i decided to wear a skirt..yah i don't do skirts...or dresses for that matter..i mean we all remember what happened last time i wore a dress....and especially NOT with the big calf boots...lol i was feeling REALLY saucy....what is that expression? you act as you dress or something....so anyways a slew of us go to a bar in nearby PB.....where I also met up with the 24 Hour Fitness Crew....that was fun until I was informed that I was called "slouching Brooke"...i was rather confused but my question was answered when they told me that think its funny that i slouch and sleep on the elliptical...wow that is nice...but HELLO i HAVE to go to the gym no matter how tired i am..i mean i might see Seanie Poo Poo...lol just like last wednesday...( thank goodness he has not seen Peter Pan do yet... ) so anyways i somehow decide to be "mature" and not drink too much ( i mean i was with a bunch of trainers after all, isn't alks bad for the body? lol ) so mini and i go to the biggest dive ever at exactly midnight....( time to start drinking properly...lol ) not quite sure why we decided that we HAD to wait till midnight to go...so we go and decide to go next door to the peanut-infested bar otherwise known as Bubs..well we couldn't get in...as Mary had left her ID at the other bar, so after picking up her purse and entire life contents' from the sidewalk, as she was convinced her ID was hidden in her purse and proceeded to dump her purse on the sidewalk....we finally get back in..when we walk in and mary sees her "boy" from the Seanie Poo run in night...oh i didn't mention she went home with this "gentleman" that night...so she goes in and was "upset" with him as he didn't get her number...( details on that to follow )...so i tell him its my 29th bday...so he wants to buy shots for my sister and I...lol why these lies come out is beyond me....so four free drinks and 45 minutes later....he has bought my sister and I ( me being named Lydia of course )...i then realize that i am on my own some to get home...mary has a new friend...and fyi i have the pics to prove it...sigh how do we start with 12 and it always end up being just mini and I? and then just me?? .....
Sooooooooo i do what i do every saturday night...I walk home......I couldnt run this time since i was wearing the hooker boots...now i haven't actually been admitting this...but i should just let everyone know that i would guesstimate that i call pf ohhh um just about every single saturday night btwn the hours of midnight and four anywhere from 1 to 12 times a night every single saturday beginning in august..this is embarrassing..esp since he has not ONCE responded..and yes i do leave VMs too...ugh and yes i am 28...however sometime in late Dec. , pf decides to respond to one of my sober "day texts" ( yes people i agree you would think that i would get the hint...but no not me ) so somehow we start texting..well i should write, he actually starts RESPONDING to me..yah five months later...we are making progress...he likes my rhyming "wakie wakie eggs and bakie" text messages....so i guess it should come as no surprise that i somehow meet up with him on my walk home at the one and only 7 Eleven..oh my beloved 7 Eleven...this is funny..so funny tha i see him and can only start laughing.....i mean what do you say to someone who you apparently want to talk so desperately to for the past five months??? i was actually pretty quiet..well lets be honest...not really...but whatever......I won't bore you with the details..however I will leave you all with this one...."well you know I'm deploying on June 01st for a year...." smile...Ugh why wouldn't you be??!! Be sure to say hi to richie poo poo from match dot com for me.....so yah....i don't even know what else to elaborate on this one...i'm sure we will pick up right where we left off...aka i will call you on saturday night! LOL...i should have used that one...so i guess i will see you in what five? six? months??
That's all i got...this fab story complete with a bad haircut...Boy, I sure am glad Mini Me has come back to play in SD...life just wasn't the same without her.....
Firstly we have to talk about this past week pre-Mini's arrival...I was feeling saucy on Thursday...so saucy that I chopped off all my hair...no really...I am calling myself Grandma Peter Pan.....my hair is really short...but as my niece says "It's just hair, it'll grow back..." Yes Madison I agree, however when you only have five pieces to begin with..it makes the process seem that much longer......So yah I chopped the hair on Thursday...I think it was in some sort of unconscience to meeting my realtor..yes you read that correctly...I guess it's time to grow up and buy a place....that's what adults do these days isn't it....now this my friends is going to be a stressful process I can already tell...let me just give you a tidbit..did not realize that renovations/upgrades ie. new countertops in the exact same apartment complex for the exact same unit could raise the price of a condo upwards of $50,000...um are you kidding me??? so when she asks if i would consider a "fixer upper" , I know we are going to have problems..bc no i am the least handy girl ever...i mean i don't even own a screwdriver....but i can't exactly afford cherry stained wood floors either.....but i can't deal with that right now.....
So Mini me came "home".....I got to see her ( or rescue her from her rm's Jim Morrison bf ) on friday...we confirmed our plans for saturday...soooooooooo yah...I must preface this story in that for the first time in three years in SD i decided to wear a skirt..yah i don't do skirts...or dresses for that matter..i mean we all remember what happened last time i wore a dress....and especially NOT with the big calf boots...lol i was feeling REALLY saucy....what is that expression? you act as you dress or something....so anyways a slew of us go to a bar in nearby PB.....where I also met up with the 24 Hour Fitness Crew....that was fun until I was informed that I was called "slouching Brooke"...i was rather confused but my question was answered when they told me that think its funny that i slouch and sleep on the elliptical...wow that is nice...but HELLO i HAVE to go to the gym no matter how tired i am..i mean i might see Seanie Poo Poo...lol just like last wednesday...( thank goodness he has not seen Peter Pan do yet... ) so anyways i somehow decide to be "mature" and not drink too much ( i mean i was with a bunch of trainers after all, isn't alks bad for the body? lol ) so mini and i go to the biggest dive ever at exactly midnight....( time to start drinking properly...lol ) not quite sure why we decided that we HAD to wait till midnight to go...so we go and decide to go next door to the peanut-infested bar otherwise known as Bubs..well we couldn't get in...as Mary had left her ID at the other bar, so after picking up her purse and entire life contents' from the sidewalk, as she was convinced her ID was hidden in her purse and proceeded to dump her purse on the sidewalk....we finally get back in..when we walk in and mary sees her "boy" from the Seanie Poo run in night...oh i didn't mention she went home with this "gentleman" that night...so she goes in and was "upset" with him as he didn't get her number...( details on that to follow )...so i tell him its my 29th bday...so he wants to buy shots for my sister and I...lol why these lies come out is beyond me....so four free drinks and 45 minutes later....he has bought my sister and I ( me being named Lydia of course )...i then realize that i am on my own some to get home...mary has a new friend...and fyi i have the pics to prove it...sigh how do we start with 12 and it always end up being just mini and I? and then just me?? .....
Sooooooooo i do what i do every saturday night...I walk home......I couldnt run this time since i was wearing the hooker boots...now i haven't actually been admitting this...but i should just let everyone know that i would guesstimate that i call pf ohhh um just about every single saturday night btwn the hours of midnight and four anywhere from 1 to 12 times a night every single saturday beginning in august..this is embarrassing..esp since he has not ONCE responded..and yes i do leave VMs too...ugh and yes i am 28...however sometime in late Dec. , pf decides to respond to one of my sober "day texts" ( yes people i agree you would think that i would get the hint...but no not me ) so somehow we start texting..well i should write, he actually starts RESPONDING to me..yah five months later...we are making progress...he likes my rhyming "wakie wakie eggs and bakie" text messages....so i guess it should come as no surprise that i somehow meet up with him on my walk home at the one and only 7 Eleven..oh my beloved 7 Eleven...this is funny..so funny tha i see him and can only start laughing.....i mean what do you say to someone who you apparently want to talk so desperately to for the past five months??? i was actually pretty quiet..well lets be honest...not really...but whatever......I won't bore you with the details..however I will leave you all with this one...."well you know I'm deploying on June 01st for a year...." smile...Ugh why wouldn't you be??!! Be sure to say hi to richie poo poo from match dot com for me.....so yah....i don't even know what else to elaborate on this one...i'm sure we will pick up right where we left off...aka i will call you on saturday night! LOL...i should have used that one...so i guess i will see you in what five? six? months??
That's all i got...this fab story complete with a bad haircut...Boy, I sure am glad Mini Me has come back to play in SD...life just wasn't the same without her.....
Sunday, January 6, 2008
SOS
Sersiously...not to be like whatever...but here it goes...So I thought I would just post a generalized update on the past month without Mini....life has been relatively uneventful...wait i scratch that, but none the less I will just fill in the past month with a general re-cap and the brief synopsis of last night...
Some things to report on the last month...so this whole match dot com biznas..um yah no...i'm really not into it...like at all...i dont know if its me me, or just the whole match thing, but whatever...i guess i AM more into looks than i care to admit..but whatever it is what it is...however there was one person who caught my interest..now his deal ... is from NY lived in Mass but recently relocated to SD..yah you know what that means..marine much..but whatever he is hot and his arms are legit bigger than my head...so we do the natural brooke communication and start with email and eventually graduate to texting..lol...he is definitely really funny and i know we will get along...so in my little head i "plan" on having meet us out this next weekend..and to be honest, i think its funny he hadn't tried to meet up just yet..so anyways this past Thursday ( sigh everyone Survivor is on temporary break ) night we are texting away..for probably an hour..now mind you we are discussing gambling...like hello...does he not know that my sister is a shrink who works at a gambling intervention center?? so him telling me that he plays poker alot...so anyways mid "normal" texting...i recieve this "there is something you should know. The reason I haven't pushed to meet up with you is bc i am leaving for Iraq next Friday for a year. Thought you should know." Exact verbatim.....um okay Richie Poo Poo ~ then why are you on match...but wait ! he still wants to KIT via email...LOL...I hate match dot com ....
Soooo yah in other exciting news...Maria has agreed to go out this past weekend...this is major....I am excited....However Maria and I together can be not so good...I almost forgot about it......until of course I woke up this morning...so let me preface the story of our neighbor Devlin...he is hot..he is 30 something..owns the condo across the way in our complex...has semi-gf?...we don't know....but see "blondie" sporadically around..she is annoying...so anyways Devlin is hot and it's unfornuate when i tell you that LITERALLY he has only seen me very early in the morning in pajamas or late at night with Maria again in pajamas on the communal porch..literally he has never seen me with make up or jeans..its sad...we have only talked maybe two or three times, as i only see him EARLY and i refuse to even open my mouth with bed head....however this past week he stumbled home with "blondie" and talked with maria and i ( again me wearing gross mis matched pajamas ) and was wasted and funny.....so i don't know what came over me on saturday a.m...at aroudn 630 when i saw him with huge Diors, huge Abercrombie sweats and huge Northface , to actually talk to him when i saw him in the garage..me en route the 7 Eleven for coffee, him i dont know doing what, however i took off the shades ( this is major people ) and asked him what he was doing this weekend and he informed me it was his bday ( age unoted, we know mid 30s ) ~ so i invited him over if he wanted to drink with maria and i before we went out, he said maybe...well who shows up in our apt at 930?.....so anyways we talk...this is normal..I AM SOBER..he asks me why i get up so early..like hello does he think that i enjoy getting up at 6am??...i ask him why HE is up so early..and he cant sleep either...lol..we would make a fab match..he declines our invite to join us when i informed him on our way out that if he didn't come, i would be sure to bang on his door when i got home, he said he would like that...lol...does he not know me???....
So back to Johnny V's...where i harass the bartender in the back who doesn't think my little "i know you" joke is funny anymore..i really gotta stop going there...nothing good rarely comes out of that place..well...but whatever.....so Maria is up to her old antics...and has a man in tow....so I am forced to "run/walk" home...lol....I get home just as Maria and "guest" arrive with the new friend Tam...i order Hoboken Pizza..where they say literally "we will only come if you won't pass out this time" ~ great so the pizza place remembers me as the girl who passes out?!?! classy...so after that call, I bang on Devlins door at approximately 2 ish...and anyone who knows me...knows this wasnt a knock..i was banging...and went back downstairs ten minutes later...and banged again..lol..i'm funny.....so in the interim of waiting for the pizza, i turn on the comp, manage to myspace Seanie Poo Poo ~ yes i am that pathetic...and i HATE the myspace for not being able to delete a message .... try to sleep but cant.....so what do i do...i do what i do best..i call pf....ohhhhh did i mention four times...and only texted him five times....but here is the kicker on this one....Mr. Forrest has taken to actually start texting me back about a month ago.....so he goes three months without talking to me and now responds...fasinating....but whatever......so yah this is my life......someone needs to save me from myself....
I have been holed up in the apt all day..as i do NOT want to see my next door neighbor..lol..as in we share the same patio furniture....lol...so there i was watching Bad Santa ( its hangover Sunday ) and what do i hear at 9pm?! Someone is banging banging on our door.....i am dying....it's Devlin....so i do what i do best....i ignore it and pretend this is not my life...
PS. Mini is coming back early...as in next Saturday...stay posted!
Some things to report on the last month...so this whole match dot com biznas..um yah no...i'm really not into it...like at all...i dont know if its me me, or just the whole match thing, but whatever...i guess i AM more into looks than i care to admit..but whatever it is what it is...however there was one person who caught my interest..now his deal ... is from NY lived in Mass but recently relocated to SD..yah you know what that means..marine much..but whatever he is hot and his arms are legit bigger than my head...so we do the natural brooke communication and start with email and eventually graduate to texting..lol...he is definitely really funny and i know we will get along...so in my little head i "plan" on having meet us out this next weekend..and to be honest, i think its funny he hadn't tried to meet up just yet..so anyways this past Thursday ( sigh everyone Survivor is on temporary break ) night we are texting away..for probably an hour..now mind you we are discussing gambling...like hello...does he not know that my sister is a shrink who works at a gambling intervention center?? so him telling me that he plays poker alot...so anyways mid "normal" texting...i recieve this "there is something you should know. The reason I haven't pushed to meet up with you is bc i am leaving for Iraq next Friday for a year. Thought you should know." Exact verbatim.....um okay Richie Poo Poo ~ then why are you on match...but wait ! he still wants to KIT via email...LOL...I hate match dot com ....
Soooo yah in other exciting news...Maria has agreed to go out this past weekend...this is major....I am excited....However Maria and I together can be not so good...I almost forgot about it......until of course I woke up this morning...so let me preface the story of our neighbor Devlin...he is hot..he is 30 something..owns the condo across the way in our complex...has semi-gf?...we don't know....but see "blondie" sporadically around..she is annoying...so anyways Devlin is hot and it's unfornuate when i tell you that LITERALLY he has only seen me very early in the morning in pajamas or late at night with Maria again in pajamas on the communal porch..literally he has never seen me with make up or jeans..its sad...we have only talked maybe two or three times, as i only see him EARLY and i refuse to even open my mouth with bed head....however this past week he stumbled home with "blondie" and talked with maria and i ( again me wearing gross mis matched pajamas ) and was wasted and funny.....so i don't know what came over me on saturday a.m...at aroudn 630 when i saw him with huge Diors, huge Abercrombie sweats and huge Northface , to actually talk to him when i saw him in the garage..me en route the 7 Eleven for coffee, him i dont know doing what, however i took off the shades ( this is major people ) and asked him what he was doing this weekend and he informed me it was his bday ( age unoted, we know mid 30s ) ~ so i invited him over if he wanted to drink with maria and i before we went out, he said maybe...well who shows up in our apt at 930?.....so anyways we talk...this is normal..I AM SOBER..he asks me why i get up so early..like hello does he think that i enjoy getting up at 6am??...i ask him why HE is up so early..and he cant sleep either...lol..we would make a fab match..he declines our invite to join us when i informed him on our way out that if he didn't come, i would be sure to bang on his door when i got home, he said he would like that...lol...does he not know me???....
So back to Johnny V's...where i harass the bartender in the back who doesn't think my little "i know you" joke is funny anymore..i really gotta stop going there...nothing good rarely comes out of that place..well...but whatever.....so Maria is up to her old antics...and has a man in tow....so I am forced to "run/walk" home...lol....I get home just as Maria and "guest" arrive with the new friend Tam...i order Hoboken Pizza..where they say literally "we will only come if you won't pass out this time" ~ great so the pizza place remembers me as the girl who passes out?!?! classy...so after that call, I bang on Devlins door at approximately 2 ish...and anyone who knows me...knows this wasnt a knock..i was banging...and went back downstairs ten minutes later...and banged again..lol..i'm funny.....so in the interim of waiting for the pizza, i turn on the comp, manage to myspace Seanie Poo Poo ~ yes i am that pathetic...and i HATE the myspace for not being able to delete a message .... try to sleep but cant.....so what do i do...i do what i do best..i call pf....ohhhhh did i mention four times...and only texted him five times....but here is the kicker on this one....Mr. Forrest has taken to actually start texting me back about a month ago.....so he goes three months without talking to me and now responds...fasinating....but whatever......so yah this is my life......someone needs to save me from myself....
I have been holed up in the apt all day..as i do NOT want to see my next door neighbor..lol..as in we share the same patio furniture....lol...so there i was watching Bad Santa ( its hangover Sunday ) and what do i hear at 9pm?! Someone is banging banging on our door.....i am dying....it's Devlin....so i do what i do best....i ignore it and pretend this is not my life...
PS. Mini is coming back early...as in next Saturday...stay posted!
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