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xxkittenxx
7 March 2005 - Subscribe
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Day One. Of what? Nothing of importance. Just another first day of the start of something that has no set end date. Shit, I could have another Day One tomorrow. And the day after that could be yet another Day One. Here I am. A single, Twenty-something girl with a good job that takes up too much time and not enough mental stimulus. This creates a problem since the only thing going on the occupy my thoughts is my pathetic, somewhat dramatic and simultaneously stupid personal life. Thank goodness my friends are consistent. Because Boys are anything but. I think that they were made to be difficult. I know I was. My current Flavor of the Week, pulled a disappearing act on Saturday. I went to the Souls of Mischief show with my friends and met up with him afterwards. After an hour of him being M.I.A., I went home. I was asleep by 3 a.m. (amazing) only to get a call from him at 5 a.m. saying "Goodnight." He invited me over to his house to watch a movie last night, and as I crawled into bed with him to snuggle up, I find a small, gold tag that looks like it came off some chick's necklace... Um. I have been sleeping in this boy's bed everyday for a week (EXCEPT SATURDAY NIGHT) and that little gold tag sure as SHIT did not fall off something of mine. So where did it come from? He says he has no idea. GO FUCKING FIGURE. |
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xxkittenxx
9 March 2005 Mar 10th, 2005 1:03:17 am - Subscribe
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I saw my ex-boyfriend for the first time today in I don't remember how long it's been. The relationship ended badly. So much so that I had to change my cell phone number and research the parameters of restraining orders (I didn't qualify for one, poo). There was a strange mixture of emotions. We hugged, and I could tell that he smelled my perfume. I smiled, as did he, but I really didn't have much to say to him besides, "Hello, it's nice to see you." Thankfully, my urban brother was with me, so I wasn't alone with the guy. He looked good. I forgot how tall he is. He's gotten some new piercings and has his head shaved... Too bad he's a psycho because he's so my type! I had a talk with the guy I'm currently speeping with and he informed me that he wants to be single. What does that mean? You're involved with me, and he likes that, but at the same time he wants to be single. Let them eat cake! He's not getting my cake anymore. I'm too sweet for him. Tomorrow I get a hair cut. I want to add some purplish/blue to my hair, but my girls at work don't think that'll fly in good ole corporate America. They think that because blue and purple are not "natural" hair colors, they would not be acceptable in the office environment. Well, if you want to get technical, dying one's hair ANY color is not natural. So what does it matter if I was born with brown hair and bleach my shit blond. That is not "natural" yet it would be acceptable in the office where I work. I cannot comprehend the reasoning behind this. The same goes for Starbucks and its employees. First off, the company is based in Seattle, WA. So it would only make sense that the company uniform consists of black clothes selling coffee. Here is what I don't get. Company policy is no visible tattoos or piercings. Whaa? That is contradictory to Seattle style, in my humble opinion. These people are distributors of one of the last legalized drugs in the country! They should be allowed to display their metal and ink with pride. My boss says I can put the blue in my hair! Each day I battle the Man and win! |
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xxkittenxx
10 March 2005 Mar 11th, 2005 12:35:52 am - Subscribe
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I saw this poem on Craigslist and it was too good to not recognize the accuracy of how it summarizes Portland... Welcome to Portland I’ve been living in Portland, for nearly 10 years. There is nothing but hippies, anarchists and queers. If you let them get to you, it’ll drive you insane. But nothing prepares you, for the pouring rain. You can head on to Downtown, where all the hipsters are. Drink an over priced cocktail at a crowded bar. Try and pickup a bimbo, using your best lines. She will always look better, right at closing time. Take a stroll along Hawthorne, just to see what you like. Buy a four dollar latte, from a crew cut dyke, See the druggies and stoners, as they stumble on by. Drink a two dollar micro, get a contact high. Or go to East County, well it is not very far. There’s meth heads and Tweakers, strip clubs, and bars. Belt out some karaoke, it’s good place to hang. Watch out for the bikers and Latino gangs. You can roll to North Portland, that’s where you should go. Malt liquor an’a forty, bro’s on the downlow. Perhaps do a drive by, just to get your kicks. Or stop in a crack house, where you get your fix. So, Welcome to Portland, I hope you like trees. Micro brews and coffee and the strip tease. It is fun in the summer, when there’s something to do. Just bring and umbrella and a rain coat too! |
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xxkittenxx
11 March 2005 Mar 11th, 2005 9:38:12 pm - Subscribe
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I have black and blue hair. It is fantastic. Tonight, my best friend and I are going to a local martini bar that serves up the 7 Deadly Sins- in a martini glass. In order to assist in my decision of which sin I will choose to taste, I did a little research. Vice: Pride (1) Virtue: Humility Seeing ourselves as we are and not comparing ourselves to others is humility. Pride and vanity are competitive. If someone else's pride really bothers you, you have a lot of pride. Vice: Avarice/Greed (5) Virtue: Generosity This is about more than money. Generosity means letting others get the credit or praise. It is giving without having expectations of the other person. Greed wants to get its "fair share" or a bit more. Envy (2) Virtue: Love "Love is patient, love is kind…" Love actively seeks the good of others for their sake. Envy resents the good others receive or even might receive. Envy is almost indistinguishable from pride at times. Vice: Wrath/Anger (3) Virtue: Kindness Kindness means taking the tender approach, with patience and compassion. Anger is often our first reaction to the problems of others. Impatience with the faults of others is related to this. Vice: Lust (7) Virtue: Self control Self control and self mastery prevent pleasure from killing the soul by suffocation. Legitimate pleasures are controlled in the same way an athlete's muscles are: for maximum efficiency without damage. Lust is the self-destructive drive for pleasure out of proportion to its worth. Sex, power, or image can be used well, but they tend to go out of control. Vice: Gluttony (6) Virtue: Faith and Temperance Temperance accepts the natural limits of pleasures and preserves this natural balance. This does not pertain only to food, but to entertainment and other legitimate goods, and even the company of others. Vice: Sloth (4) Virtue: Zeal Zeal is the energetic response of the heart to God's commands. The other sins work together to deaden the spiritual senses so we first become slow to respond to God and then drift completely into the sleep of complacency. Tomorrow night is the Bob Dylan concert. My boys get in town late tonight, so we will be heading straight to the Strip Clubs. It should be a wild weekend. |
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xxkittenxx
14 March 2005 Mar 14th, 2005 11:01:00 pm - Subscribe
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I never got to the martini bar. Well, ok, I got there, but didn't go inside. Too crowded and full of pretentious hipsters trying to be punk rock in designer shoes. We went elsewhere and I had a guava mojito that kicked so much ass. I had a great weekend! After my mojito, we all went out to Club 205 and watched the most amazing stripper I have ever seen. This girl had to be on something cause I've never seen so much energy in stage in my life. She puts on a great show. Saturday we hit up some Mary's Club before heading to the Dylan concert. I will never attend another concert at the Chiles Center for two important reasons: 1) No Re-entry= No Smoking. F That. 2) Concessions takes no Visa. F That Squared. I am reading "He's Just Not That Into You." Word. That book made a killing and it's the same shit that one chick's girlfriends should be telling her anyway. I should write a book called, He's Not Worth It.... Hmm. I think I will start it tonight. Tomorrow night is the Beautiful Girls concert. I am so stoked. I get to go stare at some hot, Austrailian boys who can sing. Oh I don't think there is anything hotter than that! |