Waste of Time and Energy

Some people never change. I don't know why I let this person get to me. He has always been pretentious and Cory says he was this way even a long time before I saw it. You would think that after years of not talking to him for this reason I would know that he will never change. I am no longer going to waste any more time thinking that maybe one day it will be different. I guess I have been thinking about giving people more chances than they deserve lately and I should just think about friends that are true friends and be happy with them. I just need to stop looking back. Well I have to say my day can only get better because well I got the B.S. already taken care of today!

Fat Tuesday

Yesterday we went out and celebrated fat Tuesday at Bourbon Street. We ended up going super early, eight thirty, and realized we were way to early for the party. Luckily my friend Heather came and met us and then our friend's Keith and Shane met us. Gabe joined the group around ten since he had to work. We ended up having a great time and spent more time there than intended. I am very proud to say that out of our group I came home with the most beads. Not because I was showing my business to everyone but because I was great at catching beads being flung from the balcony. I did share my wealth with Cory and Gabe since they each had two strands of beads. It was fun people watching and there was even a contest for the most beads. The winner won five hundred bucks. Pretty nice chunk of change for beads. It was fun at first but then people started getting aggressive about trying to get you to give them your beads. Two lesbians at, different times, were trying to get my beads for their friends and I had already told them no and they persisted on trying to get my beads one even saying your not going to win so why not just give them to her. Then when I told her I like them and don't want to give them away she said that's like voting yes on prop 8. I almost smacked her! I could not believe she would say that, dumb dumb, dumb. At that point I just ignored her. One guy at least said he would buy me a shot if I gave him my beads, I told him give me my shot and my beads are yours. He didn't go through with it, but I would have easily have given them to him if he was close to winning since he wasn't trying to beat me into submission with guilt like the others two. In the end our cue to go home was when someone , who shall remain nameless, began triple kissing with two other people. No it was not Cory or I! So after a fun night I have to figure out what to do with all these damn beads I insisted on keeping. I am guessing they will sit in the spare bedroom until spring, summer, or winter house cleaning.

No Phone

I hate forgetting my phone at home. I did that today and all day I feel I never knew what time it was. I am home now and I am happy to have my phone back. 

Giving Bad Directions

Sometimes I get evil thoughts in my head that I want to act on. Today I was walking to get lunch when I saw these two girls looking at the bus map trying map out their ride, definitely they were tourist. I had this urge to go up to them and ask them where they were going and make up some bus numbers and street names and send them on their way. All day I would have been able to wonder where they had gone and how lost I was able to get them. I could not do it even if I really wanted to. I am certain they got lost anyways, they looked like they would.

An Afternoon of Yarn

Over the week end I went shopping with a couple of friends. No not for clothes, we went to yarn stores. Yes I know you are thinking he has gone off the deep end. But for those close to me, you would have known that happened a long time ago. We ended up in two pretty cool yarn stores in Clarlsbad. Yes it is a pretty far drive for us just to go yarn shopping but yarn shopping was secondary we were picking up a wine shipment for a friend and while we were there we would taste some wine. After tasting some wine in which none of us were impressed by. One my friend renamed yelling pussy and when the server came back and asked us what he poured us last she told him the yelling pussy. I had to tell him it was actually the screaming kitty. The we headed
out in search of yarn. In the first store they had a book called the knitting man, or something close to that. On the front cover and sprinkled throughout the book were pictures of obviously gay men. I have a theory that only gay men knit. But I believe I knew that from the beginning. I did fall in love with a purple yarn but ended up leaving it after spending close to an hour in this particular store. I will have to go back and get it next time we go up. My favorite part of store number one was that they had wooden buttons that they had tagged butt wood. Each butt wood was about fifteen bucks but I was ever so tempted to buy one of each just so I can tell everyone I have butt wood on my pants. I would specifically use them on pants just for this reason. The second store was filled with many shiny yarns which one of my friends was drawn to every second she turned around. She of course put them back because each skein ranged from 40-60 bucks. I like to knit but I will never buy yarn that is that expensive. She said one day she will buy that yarn, and in my mind I said I will never ever buy that yarn! At the end of our yarn excursion we met up with Cory and some friends from out of town that were visiting and Cory wondered how we spent close to two and a half hours in yarn stores. To my it felt like a couple of hours well spent.

Biker

I was driving to work this morning and there was a guy riding his bike to I believe school. He was in his mid to late 20's and what struck me was his appearance. He had on a t shirt, track pants, his helmet and bag. I But as he is flying by the only thing I really notice is that his pants are just low enough that they are showing off about an inch and a half of his ass. It was hard to stop seeing it since every time I reached a stop light he would come flying down from behind to show his behind. At one point another biker came from behind me and it looked like he noticed the other guys lack of proper bike gear. I would think that he would notice the breeze but apparently he was clueless about it. If I am ever riding a bike down the street with an inch and a half of ass showing please shoot me, or pull my pants up so I know I am doing it!