What do the following countries have in common:
Uganda
Afghanistan
Serbia
Austria
Laos
Nepal
So i came up w/ like 20 different commonalities, here are some:
After asking for clarification, the clue was “geographically”…. What do you think it is?
okay, so i play trivia on tuesdays. tonight they asked “what is the distance from the foul line to the backboard in basketball.” i was once told that the measurement is from the middle of the basket, and thus = 15 feet. so the backboard to me, has to be 16 feet. i was wrong, according to the trivia dude. why would someone tell me this previously incorrect answer? where is the fucking foul line measured from?
i’m actually pretty proud that i have a tumblarity of 0. no expectations baby!
i think think this changes if i post, but whatevs. i’ve never blogged for popularity, and if you look at my archives, you can see why.
Thanks BAL. I appreciate your words of wisdom. And ugh I want to throat punch your ex. How rude.
What made you stay there instead of move back closer with your fam?
I’ve moved enough for one lifetime. I am done and I like it here. I live about a mile from the ex and we work a block from each other. I see either him or his father every day when I go to the gym. It is just a part of my life that I deal with every day. I can’t hide from it/him or ignore it. I just had to figure a way to keep going. I don’t hate him, though most think I should. I finally pity him. And I finally don’t want him or us anymore.
But I am lonely every day and have absolutely no idea how to remedy that. Years don’t necessarily bring you any more answers.
and you are welcome ;)
hey ladies… yeah, i’m totally interrupting. sorry about that. i just wanted to say something about being single which you may or may not find helpful/interesing/worthy of reading. i’m not an avid poster, so really, what’s been going on in my life hasn’t been well documented for the past few years. however, i have been single for the better part of 5 years now. My last official boyfriend turned out to be a cokehead, and i’d only reeled him in after being completely unavailable to him. before that was the guy who can only be described as ‘the one who broke my heart but had no business doing so.’ this is the thing — the guy who broke my heart — we fell into a relationship. it seemed right. and so when he ended the relationship, and i was in law school and all of the other stuff in my life that could only be called a shitstorm came crashing down, i went with it. i fucking lost it. i was a sobbing, weeping, disastrous mess. i didn’t understand why this guy, who had lied to me about graduating from college (he didn’t) had the ability to make me feel like i wasn’t worth anything. so, i went into therapy (and thank fucking god, because without that, i wouldn’t have survived law school), and came out and realized that i’m a big fan of people devoting themselves to me, and i’m a great pretender at devoting myselves to them and expecting them to go along for the ride.
anyway, after TGWBMH and after the secret coke head, i moved to chicago for work, and that became my significant other. i was totally devoted to my job as a litigator. when that ended, i was also completely destroyed, but instead of having law school to throw myself into, or anything, i had nothing to throw myself into, but me, so i wallowed. and man, i’m still kind of wallowing. but in that time, in the 5 years since TGWBMH and the secret coke head (and a really bad fuck buddy), i’ve realized a couple of things about myself. the first thing i realized is that i fucking love to be busy. i’m at my best when i sleep 5 hours a night, and i have friends up the wazoo, and i have money to be made and intellectual pursuits to conquer. the second thing i realized is that no matter what — my weight, my job situation, my make up status, my clothes — no one is going to want to be with me unless i would like to spend time with me. so, i stopped dating and i stopped worrying about being alone because for me, at least, i’m not alone if i am comfortable with my own company.
and i know this sounds like a stupid cheesy romantic comedy, but i swear to fucking god, i’m having more fun w/ my sketch writing class at second city, and boot camp workouts on the lake front and trivia nights w/ my friends than i ever did with any guy. even TGWBMH.
so, sorry for interrupting. but if this helps in any way, i’m glad.
Belmont Avenue in Chicago becomes the official gathering point for black tranny hookers after 10 p.m. My friend, Brian, used to live on the top floor of a two story apartment building on this street and on warm summer nights we would drink ourselves shitfaced while watching the affairs of the young she/he nightlife that would play out on the street. Many of them are built like brick houses in heels and there was always something interesting and ridiculous to watch, whether it was an impromptu dance competition or public screaming match. One night, Brian spotted a girl walking down the street and said to me “Dude, look at that girl. That’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I think I’m in love.” I looked over the side of the building and upon very quick examination said “Yeah. Um, Brian, that’s a dude.” Brian seemed lost as he watched her continue her slow walk down his street and said under his breath “I don’t fucking care. Girl’s beautiful.”
There were many more nights of drunken tranny-watching and it damn near became a reality show unto itself for us and the crowd on the roof grew. We all knew the regulars, their Johns, the bums who would start trouble and the police assigned to Saturday night’s beat. It was better than television wand had ten times more authentic drama than that For the Love of Ray J bullshit. And every time that girl would work her inevitable saunter down the street I would say to Brian “There’s your girl.” and his head would whip around to see her. She was the star of our favorite episodes including “Huge Tranny Roundhouses Crackhead in the Face (ep. 5)” and “That Bitch Just Grabbed My Weave! (ep. 7)”.
I don’t think she ever saw us and Brian never made any attempt to talk to her. What could he have said? “Hi. I’m Brian. I’m not interested in your sexual services, but I did want to tell you how beauftiful I think you look when I watch you from my adjacent roof.” It’s strange to think that during the entire time of her street-walking tenure on Belmont she didn’t know that only two stories above her sat a straight white boy who cared very deeply about her.
One summer she never came back and we didn’t see her anymore. Brian moved out of the apartment and didn’t say a word about her. I have no idea where she could be, but I like to think that in Brian’s head she’s living in Morocco with a young Arab prince who fell in love with her on his diplomatic trip to Chicago. She has a wing of his palace to herself and her acrylic nails are attended to by five different servants. I’ll bet that thought makes Brian happy.
Belmont Avenue. Come for the black transsexual sensual services. Stay for the love. Ha! Gross.
the weirdest thing about this, is if you go to the end of this picture (assume you’re walking down the street), and turn right, you’re basically at my apartment, and i never get to watch beautiful tranny hookers from my roof.
Another pair of cool Chicago buildings. What was the name of the film with the great stunt of a car driving off the edge here?
I don’t know the movie, but this allstate commercial’s pretty sweet.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQ2vu8tIr9s
Also, i see those buildings daily. they look like giant pinecones to me.
“Do you want to reject the new law that lets same-sex couples marry and allows individuals and religious groups to refuse to perform these marriages?” —
Maine drafts gay marriage ballot question
Maine has something called “the people’s veto” where the public can petition for a vote on legislation recently passed by the legislature to either affirm or reject it.
This is the language. Would you vote no?
(via notthatkindagay)
There is a serious problem with that language. It can be read one of three ways:
1. Do you want to reject the new law — which lets same-sex couples marry, but also allows individuals and religious groups to refuse to perform such ceremonies?
2. Do you want to reject the new law that lets same-sex couples marry? (blah blah blah)
OR
3. Do you want to reject the new law that allows individuals and religious groups to refuse to perform same-sex marriages?
At first glance, i read the statement as #3. but that’s not the right answer (well, it’s not the right answer for me). With such language, they are sure to get a number of people who vote “yes” when they really mean “no.” Sneaky assholes. When that languaged is challenged in court i really hope it’s overturned.
“One way to understand social-networking sites like Facebook and MySpace is to consider that younger digital natives are not necessarily being exhibitionists when they post photographs of themselves and share personal details there. Instead, these users are living a life in which consciousness is spread out evenly over two platforms: real life and the Web. Rather than feeling schizophrenic or somehow pathological, digital natives understand that these two realms divide the self much as speech and the written word divide language, a division that humans have lived with for a long time without going bonkers.” — Sasha Frere Jones in The New Yorker (via somethingchanged)
I think cos they are such a comfort food to me.
I still have no idea what’s wrong with me, but I think a Xanax is in order. I never ever take them. Haven’t had once since… Feb I think. But tonight, tonight I may be due.
at first glance, i thought the title was “i’m craving mashed tears.”
guess who has two thumbs and signed up for a writing class at second city?? THIS LADY!!!!
Jimmy Margulies.
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a dude i knew in college is famous
no. no i did not google “how to tell if a guy likes you” and ten variations thereof tonight. what do you think i am? a loser?
fine.
guilty. as. charged.