10 March 2005
Date: Mar 11th, 2005 12:35:52 am - Subscribe
Mood: nothing
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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9 March 2005
Date: Mar 10th, 2005 1:03:17 am - Subscribe
Mood: better
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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7 March 2005
Date: Mar 7th, 2005 8:50:56 pm - Subscribe
Mood: punchy
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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