Monthly Archives: April 2012

Happy birthday, Mr. BFF!

Now with 100% more anonymity!


Mr. BFF is my dearest and bestest friend in the universe because I can feed him a line like this, and I fed him that line, and he’ll pick it up every time.

Here’s to another zillion years of nerd talk and goofy jokes and lectures that help keep it real!


Sundays are for bloggers.

So I turned in my column last Monday so I find myself with extra brainpower to spare today so, naturally, I’m wasting it on Dave Matthews Band and tumblr, which is a heady mix of ridiculous. I might bust out some Zelda later, too.

But I’ve also decided on something. I’m going to try to be happy this week. Like, honest to god happy and making an effort to do so. Calm. Zen. Level. But at a high level, a good level. Because I had a talk with Mr. BFF yesterday, via text, where he bemoaned my lack of middle ground. And, well, honestly, he’s right. He is so right, I am completely unable to be reasonable and find a happy medium and isn’t it about time I used that to my advantage? If I can turn that wild abandon inward to be a chipper human being, that’s a good plan, right?

Actually, I’m starting to wonder if therapy isn’t helping, even though I left my last session incredibly angry at my therapist. I’m wondering if he’s using some weird psychology thing where he’s making me feel stupid for having these weird and very particular issues that I have and since he’s completely downplaying them, I am now, too. Or maybe he’s just a jerk. Next session, I’m going to go in and just look expectant until he starts talking and he better say something useful. I feel like he’s telling me to do what I think would be the results of therapy without actually doing any therapy to get me there. It’s like an equation, a+b=c, where I’m a and he says “okay, do c” but he doesn’t give me b to get me there.

But whatever. I’m going to have a good week and whining about my therapist isn’t a good start to that. Besides, I don’t see him until next week and that’s probably a good thing. I can let this okayness sink in a little.

The rest of this weekend, however, has been an excellent start. We went out Friday! There were adventures! I made a new friend! And then I made pasties yesterday and they were delicious! And we hung out today and it’s been fun. I decided we weren’t going to go to this all-you-can-drink benefit, which I think was Good Life Choices. I make those so rarely that I feel like I need to point it out. Hey, Universe, I made a good decision! But Mr. J and I had an excellent morning just messin’ around and now we’re just kicking it in the middle room, doing our respective things. In his case, that’s reading a book. I’m currently between books. I have the last Thursday Next book that’s out and I think I’m stalling on reading it because I’ll be sad when it’s over.

Which probably completely sums up my life, right there. BUT HAPPY THOUGHTS HAPPY THOUGHTS HAPPY THOUGHTS.

In other news – Diet Snapple, work, cats, too much messing around on my phone, necklaces, jeans with irritating instructions, upcoming day off for Mr. J’s birthday, upcoming trip out of town, etc, etc.

Notes On a Lazy Sunday

1. It’s awfully hard to write one’s column when one knows their editor is on their way back from Chicago and will not be interested in posting it immediately or at all. It’s also hard to write one’s column when one is nursing the teensiest bit of a hangover and just wants to spend the whole damn day on the couch with Meowie reading romance novels.

2. We went out last night to what was kind of a work do for Mr. J. We took our friend, who is currently sorting some things out, and it was kind of weird. I had to bounce around a lot and was pretty concerned our friend was bumming but he insists it was fine. I still think it was weird but okay. I really liked one of the bands and another one, that is very good at what they do that is not my thing, is looking for a show in St. Louis this summer. I told them to contact the Firebird, which seems like where they would play, but know fuckall about getting someone set up with a show, other than that. My two takeaways from the night were that I need to stop drinking so much because I’m nominally pretty healthy otherwise and that doesn’t make much sense to drink with all that, I’m old and that I have something to tell my therapist about. I guess that’s three. But, look, Therapist! I left the house! I socialized with people! Many people!

2a. Who knew that that would end up being a thing that I actively had to work at, leaving the house and socializing with people? But, seriously, no, I don’t want to do anything ever. 

2b. I met a dj who didn’t know who Robyn was. What the hell.

3. But it was a work thing so there’s really a limit to how social I can be. It’s a truth universally acknowledged that hanging out with GC people is tricky, at best. And that’s, in turn, tricky for me. I’m not good at distance. Apparently, I’m getting better at it, though.

4. We are nursing a hardcore Diet Snapple addiction here at Jameson Towers. I might be freaking out a little because I am drinking THE SECOND TO LAST DIET SNAPPLE OMG.

5. I bought jeans this week and it wasn’t completely traumatic, just a little traumatic. And it might have even been edging towards not really traumatic at all. Except I accidentally bought a pair with fake front pockets. I’m considering making them real front pockets, though, because, hello, I like pockets. Ironically, the pair with pockets are skinny jeans that are ridiculous and I love them. 

5a. I wore my brand new skinny jeans out last night cuffed over some purple Chucks with a My Bloody Valentine t-shirt and my Pearl Izumi jacket. It was a pretty silly outfit. I even had a necklace with a little mixtape charm on it. 

6. I bought the necklace with the mixtape charm at Target and I always know when I’ve bought something age-inappropriate because it’s a pain in the ass to get out of the packaging.

7. Omaha has dried me out. Like, seriously, I’m having skin problems and hair problems and problems in general. It makes me feel gross and unattractive. I’m seriously considering giving myself one of those detox periods that Mr. BFF is always going on about. But part of that is probably just that it’s weird and dry and windy and that’s something I can’t help.

8. I learned a new thing at work but I really don’t want to talk about or think about work so that’s all I’m going to mention, I’m afraid.

Okay. So I have written things in list form, which is my favorite form and that’s what’s going on with me and I think I’m going to go back to my book and take some tylenol. Hooray.

Not even if I tried…

A girl walks into a therapist’s office. They chat for a few minutes and then the therapist settles in to ask some basic background questions.


“Ha, no, thank you.”

“But how will you meet hypocrites?”