It was a holiday party to remember. Next time I'll be sure not to be the anchor.
12.27.2005
12.23.2005
Why?
Why am I at work today? This is silly. I have absolutely no work to do. Just sitting here, going brain dead via the wonderful www, and breaking every now and then to frustrate myself with this ridiculous Broad Street Mitten pattern. My fingers hurt from knitting so much. Isn't that silly? Obviously, the word of the day is "silly". Oh, I'll tell you what else is kind of silly...get this...
So my brother was on his way home from Pittsburgh, dragging the gut down good ol' I-80, when, half-way between here and there, he smells something funky. Turns out, his transmission decided to go Kaput! right there. Right smack dab in the middle of Pennsyltucky. That poor kid. He can't catch a break with cars. It's a 2002 Jimmy for Christs sake!! So, he got a tow, and now he's sitting there in the middle of east bumble fuck waiting to pay $2000.00 for a new one. My father and my sisters fiance went to meet him at 6am. They didn't get there until around 10am. Now they're all just waiting for it to be finished so they can all make the 4 hour drive home. Ok, so not so silly, more like really, really annoying. Did I mention that I'm super siked to see him!! Oh, I am! We're going to have so much fun, which leads me to my next paragraph.
Tonight, Jen is having a Holiday Cocktailgating party. I'm so, so, so super excited. It begins at 8:30 and this is how I presume the night will unfold:
7pm - Drag my bro (who will hopefully be home by then) over to Jen's to help move furniture and do other things we need a big strong man to do.
7:15pm - Get pretty at Jen's place.
8:00pm - Help Jen be the bestest hostess ever by finalizing all party essentials.
8:30pm - Begin partying like a rock star.
These things should happen:
Drinking wine
Drinking egg nog
Drinking liquor
Drinking beer
Playing drinking games
Avoiding the "Big Girl Glass"
Having tons of fun
etc.
We should be heading out to the pub by 11:30 or so. That's when we get our extremely drunk dart game on, and pretend like we can drink more, only to realize that we might die if we do so.
Oh, did I tell you that I have the worst head cold ever. EVER!! I feel rotten, but not as rotten as I have felt the past two days, so that's good. Cold medicine and alcohol. Should be a fun night (if I don't end up in the hospital).
What else.
Oh yeah, Christmas. That's coming soon. 2 days. Ok. I'm almost done. I wrapped a lot last night, and I'm putting the finishing touches on some knitted gifts. We'll see who gets completed projects, and who'll have to wait. All pics will be up after I have given the gifts to their recipients. I hope they like them!! I've been stressing myself out, hardcore, about knitting. So silly.
Yep.
Silly.
Back to it.
So my brother was on his way home from Pittsburgh, dragging the gut down good ol' I-80, when, half-way between here and there, he smells something funky. Turns out, his transmission decided to go Kaput! right there. Right smack dab in the middle of Pennsyltucky. That poor kid. He can't catch a break with cars. It's a 2002 Jimmy for Christs sake!! So, he got a tow, and now he's sitting there in the middle of east bumble fuck waiting to pay $2000.00 for a new one. My father and my sisters fiance went to meet him at 6am. They didn't get there until around 10am. Now they're all just waiting for it to be finished so they can all make the 4 hour drive home. Ok, so not so silly, more like really, really annoying. Did I mention that I'm super siked to see him!! Oh, I am! We're going to have so much fun, which leads me to my next paragraph.
Tonight, Jen is having a Holiday Cocktailgating party. I'm so, so, so super excited. It begins at 8:30 and this is how I presume the night will unfold:
7pm - Drag my bro (who will hopefully be home by then) over to Jen's to help move furniture and do other things we need a big strong man to do.
7:15pm - Get pretty at Jen's place.
8:00pm - Help Jen be the bestest hostess ever by finalizing all party essentials.
8:30pm - Begin partying like a rock star.
These things should happen:
Drinking wine
Drinking egg nog
Drinking liquor
Drinking beer
Playing drinking games
Avoiding the "Big Girl Glass"
Having tons of fun
etc.
We should be heading out to the pub by 11:30 or so. That's when we get our extremely drunk dart game on, and pretend like we can drink more, only to realize that we might die if we do so.
Oh, did I tell you that I have the worst head cold ever. EVER!! I feel rotten, but not as rotten as I have felt the past two days, so that's good. Cold medicine and alcohol. Should be a fun night (if I don't end up in the hospital).
What else.
Oh yeah, Christmas. That's coming soon. 2 days. Ok. I'm almost done. I wrapped a lot last night, and I'm putting the finishing touches on some knitted gifts. We'll see who gets completed projects, and who'll have to wait. All pics will be up after I have given the gifts to their recipients. I hope they like them!! I've been stressing myself out, hardcore, about knitting. So silly.
Yep.
Silly.
Back to it.
12.21.2005
12.19.2005
Done.
Finally. After 3 years and what seems like gallons of SPF 50, figuring countless tattoo sessions into my budget (I'm poor), and pretending that it doesn't hurt, so bad, it's complete.
Here it is:
15 sittings
over 40 hours.
My artist is Jay over at Lotus tattoo in Sayville. Go give him all your money. He's the best!
Here it is:
15 sittings
over 40 hours.
My artist is Jay over at Lotus tattoo in Sayville. Go give him all your money. He's the best!
12.16.2005
12.15.2005
12.13.2005
One month anniversary.
This is my favorite poem. Enjoy.
Love Like by Shihan
I want a love like me thinking of you thinking of me thinking of you type love,
or me telling my friends more than I've ever admitted to myself about how I feel about you type love,
or hating how jealous you are, but loving how much you want me all to your self type love,
or seeing how your first name just sounds so good next to my last name,
and s**t, I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you, and I barely made it out of my garage.
See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep then wonder if she dreaming about us being in love type love,
or who loves the other more,
or what she's doing at this exact moment,
or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts, closing my eyes and imagining how a love like this could just hurt so much when she's not there.
S**t, I love not knowing where this love is headed type love.
And check this, I want to place those little post-it notes all around the house so she never forgets how much I love her type love then not have enough ink in my pen to write all there is to love about her type love.
Hope that I make her feel as good as she makes me feel, I want her to distract me from whatever I'm doing type love,
and I want to deal with my friends making fun of me the way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love.
Only difference is this is one of those real love type loves.
and just like in high school, I want to spend hours on the phone with her not saying anything,
then fall asleep then wake up with HER right next to me, and smell her all up in my covers type love.
I want to try to counting the ways I love her, and then lose count in the middle just so that I have to start all over again type love.
I want to celebrate one of those one month anniversaries even though they ain't really anniversaries, but doin' it just cause it makes her happy type love.
And check this, I want fall in love with the melody the phone plays when her number is dialed into it type loves
and then talk to her until I lose my breathe, she leaves me breathless, but with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me
I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan to something that allows me to talk to her longer because, in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill type loves.
I want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are I mean the lines on my palms don't give me enough time to love her as long as I'd like to type loves,
and I want a love that makes me st-st-st-st-stutter just thinking about how strong this love is type love.
I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair
Well, maybe not all of the hair
maybe just cut the split ends and trim my mustache, but
it will still be a symbol of how strong my love is for her.
And check this, I kinda feel comfortable now, so I can tell y'all this I even be fantasizing about walking out on a green light just dying to get hit by a car just so I could lose my memory get transported to some third world country just to get treated then somehow meet up again with you so that I could fall in love with you in a different language to see if it still feels the same type love.
I want a love that's as unexplainable as she is, but I'm married, so she is going to be the one that I share this love with.
Love Like by Shihan
I want a love like me thinking of you thinking of me thinking of you type love,
or me telling my friends more than I've ever admitted to myself about how I feel about you type love,
or hating how jealous you are, but loving how much you want me all to your self type love,
or seeing how your first name just sounds so good next to my last name,
and s**t, I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you, and I barely made it out of my garage.
See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep then wonder if she dreaming about us being in love type love,
or who loves the other more,
or what she's doing at this exact moment,
or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts, closing my eyes and imagining how a love like this could just hurt so much when she's not there.
S**t, I love not knowing where this love is headed type love.
And check this, I want to place those little post-it notes all around the house so she never forgets how much I love her type love then not have enough ink in my pen to write all there is to love about her type love.
Hope that I make her feel as good as she makes me feel, I want her to distract me from whatever I'm doing type love,
and I want to deal with my friends making fun of me the way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love.
Only difference is this is one of those real love type loves.
and just like in high school, I want to spend hours on the phone with her not saying anything,
then fall asleep then wake up with HER right next to me, and smell her all up in my covers type love.
I want to try to counting the ways I love her, and then lose count in the middle just so that I have to start all over again type love.
I want to celebrate one of those one month anniversaries even though they ain't really anniversaries, but doin' it just cause it makes her happy type love.
And check this, I want fall in love with the melody the phone plays when her number is dialed into it type loves
and then talk to her until I lose my breathe, she leaves me breathless, but with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me
I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan to something that allows me to talk to her longer because, in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill type loves.
I want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are I mean the lines on my palms don't give me enough time to love her as long as I'd like to type loves,
and I want a love that makes me st-st-st-st-stutter just thinking about how strong this love is type love.
I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair
Well, maybe not all of the hair
maybe just cut the split ends and trim my mustache, but
it will still be a symbol of how strong my love is for her.
And check this, I kinda feel comfortable now, so I can tell y'all this I even be fantasizing about walking out on a green light just dying to get hit by a car just so I could lose my memory get transported to some third world country just to get treated then somehow meet up again with you so that I could fall in love with you in a different language to see if it still feels the same type love.
I want a love that's as unexplainable as she is, but I'm married, so she is going to be the one that I share this love with.
12.12.2005
I'm taking quizzes again. Somebody stop me.
You scored as Existentialist. Existentialism emphasizes human capability. There is no greater power interfering with life and thus it is up to us to make things happen. Sometimes considered a negative and depressing world view, your optimism towards human accomplishment is immense. Mankind is condemned to be free and must accept the responsibility.
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12.09.2005
Jen yelled at me.
Well, she didn't quite yell. She wrote me an email and firmly asked me why I haven't been updating my blog. I told her the truth which was that I've been busy at work, and there's usually a bunch of people in the office. I don't feel right updating my blog with a bunch of eyes in plain sight of my screen (although it is at an incredibly high resolution, I can barely see what I'm writing). So much to catch up on, so here we go. Why don't I do it in list form? Or stream of conscious form? How about a little of both? K.
Well, let me start with Thanksgiving weekend, seeing as that seems to be where I left off. It was marvelous. You can always go check out my photos on flickr, but I seemed to have also posted a few below. It went a little something like this:
Wednesday Night:
I remember Jen and I hit the Peter Pan diner. I have no recollection what I ate. I'm sure it was yummy. We got to Camilli's by 9. (and I know it's funny that I call my boyfriend by his last name sometimes, but that's how I was introduced to him, and it sort of stuck). We were supposed to play Pictionary, but that never happened. Instead we started drinking, immediately. I think it was Vodka and some yummy type of fruit juice. It was Anthony, Jen, Dan, Santana, and myself. We started playing drinking games. "Fuck the Dealer". Cute. Then Fernando showed up. We continued playing. Then Doug and Buster stopped by. Still playing drinking games. We disbursed and Jen and I hit the dart board, while the boys played instruments and sang good ol' 90's tunes. We called a cab and waited, and waited and waited, until it finally arrived around 12:30. WE HAD JIMMY THE SINGING CAB DRIVER!!! We sang "Goodie, Goodie" on the way to the pub. Got to the pub. It was so crowded that they wouldn't let us play darts. Finally, when a couple people left, we got Sean to agree to let us play darts. Pretty dangerous. Pretty fun. We drank, played darts, and that's all I remember about that night.
Thursday:
Thanksgiving. Went home. Got pretty. Went to my Aunt's. Ate. Knitted. Watched football. Left. Went home and napped. Woke-up, went to the pub. Chilled with Jen, Erik, Mike, Joe, Pete, Matt, Lauri, Bennett...I can't remember. Played darts. Drank. Anthony picked me up around one, but not before some creepy Asian guy talked my ear off and tried to give me a ride home. Gross.
Friday: Oh, man, Friday.
Woke-up.
Spent the day with Anthony.
Doing nothing.
It was great.
Because he's great.
Went home.
I was home for about 10 minutes.
Jen came to pick me up.
Went for manicures.
Bought some liquor.
Had an egg nog latte.
Back to Jen's.
People started coming over.
We started having a party.
There was drinking out of a vase.
There was cards.
There was lots of people in her apartment.
My friends from Stony Brook showed up!!
They never even show to my parties!!
It was radical.
We got wasted.
Invented a new drink.
Vodka, Peach Schnapps, and White Grape Juice.
Went to the pub.
Didn't drink anything.
Played darts.
Then had some lovely one on one time with Jen.
In the ladies room.
We left through the back gate like rock stars.
All in all, it was a very interesting night.
Saturday:
Recovery.
Spent the majority of the day lounging around.
Anthony made egg sandwiches for breakfast.
Huge egg sandwiches.
Yum.
We went to Barnes and Noble.
Picked up Hand Knit holidays.
Then we went to the movies.
Walk the Line.
So good.
Then we came home. For a sec.
Went back out for Pizza at Mulberry Street.
Back home.
Showered.
And while Anthony was preparing for the Saturday night bonfire.
I passed out.
Never went outside for the fire.
Slept all night.
Sunday:
Woke up.
Football.
Went home for a bit to have dinner.
Jen accompanied me.
Back to Anthony's for more Football and knitting.
Football.
Then?
I can't remember.
Last week was nothing special.
Anthony left for Miami on Thursday morning, but we had an awesome night on Wednesday. I was totally bummed without him here, but this is how that went:
Thursday night:
Knitting at Panera. Darts at the pub. Jen was sick so I played with Elizabeth. We got our butts whooped by a Marine sniper. He sure had some good aim. Jerk.
Friday night:
Napped. Then I was a bad friend and made Jen come out even though she was sick. Drank. Played darts at the pub. Oh, hit myself in the forehead with a dart. Ouch. Was told I look like Gina Gershan. I still don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Went home early. Was in Jen's bed by 2am.
Saturday:
Our excursion to Montauk for crafting. We left the Islip area at 11ish. Stopped at Joanne's then some rad bookstore in Patchogue that sells discount books. Picked up some good stuff. Out to Montauk. We got there by 2. Settled into our room. Began knitting a scarf for my Grandma. Made some cards. Jen wasn't feeling well, so I went out to eat some pizza solo. Hit the IGA. Picked up some stuff for sick people. Got some Peach Lambic and went back to the room. We took a drive out to the point. It was dark and creepy, but the stars were phenomenal. Came back, made some more cards, then knitted some more. Watched the World Poker Tour with Gus Hansen. YES! Elizabeth showed up around midnight. We knitted, chatted. Went to bed.
Sunday:
Woke up to the first snow!!! Yay! Packed up and drove out to the point once again! Drove home. Watched the Giants victory over the Cowboys while knitting! Napped during the Jet's loss. I'm a huge fan. Woke up, did laundry. Posted pics. Missed Anthony. Missed him a lot. Then missed him some more. Went to bed.
Now, here is where things start getting good...
It'll be in my next post. Promise.
Well, let me start with Thanksgiving weekend, seeing as that seems to be where I left off. It was marvelous. You can always go check out my photos on flickr, but I seemed to have also posted a few below. It went a little something like this:
Wednesday Night:
I remember Jen and I hit the Peter Pan diner. I have no recollection what I ate. I'm sure it was yummy. We got to Camilli's by 9. (and I know it's funny that I call my boyfriend by his last name sometimes, but that's how I was introduced to him, and it sort of stuck). We were supposed to play Pictionary, but that never happened. Instead we started drinking, immediately. I think it was Vodka and some yummy type of fruit juice. It was Anthony, Jen, Dan, Santana, and myself. We started playing drinking games. "Fuck the Dealer". Cute. Then Fernando showed up. We continued playing. Then Doug and Buster stopped by. Still playing drinking games. We disbursed and Jen and I hit the dart board, while the boys played instruments and sang good ol' 90's tunes. We called a cab and waited, and waited and waited, until it finally arrived around 12:30. WE HAD JIMMY THE SINGING CAB DRIVER!!! We sang "Goodie, Goodie" on the way to the pub. Got to the pub. It was so crowded that they wouldn't let us play darts. Finally, when a couple people left, we got Sean to agree to let us play darts. Pretty dangerous. Pretty fun. We drank, played darts, and that's all I remember about that night.
Thursday:
Thanksgiving. Went home. Got pretty. Went to my Aunt's. Ate. Knitted. Watched football. Left. Went home and napped. Woke-up, went to the pub. Chilled with Jen, Erik, Mike, Joe, Pete, Matt, Lauri, Bennett...I can't remember. Played darts. Drank. Anthony picked me up around one, but not before some creepy Asian guy talked my ear off and tried to give me a ride home. Gross.
Friday: Oh, man, Friday.
Woke-up.
Spent the day with Anthony.
Doing nothing.
It was great.
Because he's great.
Went home.
I was home for about 10 minutes.
Jen came to pick me up.
Went for manicures.
Bought some liquor.
Had an egg nog latte.
Back to Jen's.
People started coming over.
We started having a party.
There was drinking out of a vase.
There was cards.
There was lots of people in her apartment.
My friends from Stony Brook showed up!!
They never even show to my parties!!
It was radical.
We got wasted.
Invented a new drink.
Vodka, Peach Schnapps, and White Grape Juice.
Went to the pub.
Didn't drink anything.
Played darts.
Then had some lovely one on one time with Jen.
In the ladies room.
We left through the back gate like rock stars.
All in all, it was a very interesting night.
Saturday:
Recovery.
Spent the majority of the day lounging around.
Anthony made egg sandwiches for breakfast.
Huge egg sandwiches.
Yum.
We went to Barnes and Noble.
Picked up Hand Knit holidays.
Then we went to the movies.
Walk the Line.
So good.
Then we came home. For a sec.
Went back out for Pizza at Mulberry Street.
Back home.
Showered.
And while Anthony was preparing for the Saturday night bonfire.
I passed out.
Never went outside for the fire.
Slept all night.
Sunday:
Woke up.
Football.
Went home for a bit to have dinner.
Jen accompanied me.
Back to Anthony's for more Football and knitting.
Football.
Then?
I can't remember.
Last week was nothing special.
Anthony left for Miami on Thursday morning, but we had an awesome night on Wednesday. I was totally bummed without him here, but this is how that went:
Thursday night:
Knitting at Panera. Darts at the pub. Jen was sick so I played with Elizabeth. We got our butts whooped by a Marine sniper. He sure had some good aim. Jerk.
Friday night:
Napped. Then I was a bad friend and made Jen come out even though she was sick. Drank. Played darts at the pub. Oh, hit myself in the forehead with a dart. Ouch. Was told I look like Gina Gershan. I still don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Went home early. Was in Jen's bed by 2am.
Saturday:
Our excursion to Montauk for crafting. We left the Islip area at 11ish. Stopped at Joanne's then some rad bookstore in Patchogue that sells discount books. Picked up some good stuff. Out to Montauk. We got there by 2. Settled into our room. Began knitting a scarf for my Grandma. Made some cards. Jen wasn't feeling well, so I went out to eat some pizza solo. Hit the IGA. Picked up some stuff for sick people. Got some Peach Lambic and went back to the room. We took a drive out to the point. It was dark and creepy, but the stars were phenomenal. Came back, made some more cards, then knitted some more. Watched the World Poker Tour with Gus Hansen. YES! Elizabeth showed up around midnight. We knitted, chatted. Went to bed.
Sunday:
Woke up to the first snow!!! Yay! Packed up and drove out to the point once again! Drove home. Watched the Giants victory over the Cowboys while knitting! Napped during the Jet's loss. I'm a huge fan. Woke up, did laundry. Posted pics. Missed Anthony. Missed him a lot. Then missed him some more. Went to bed.
Now, here is where things start getting good...
It'll be in my next post. Promise.
12.08.2005
15
15 sounds like a good number, right? Let's hope so.
Tonight will be my 15th tattoo appointment, and if everything goes as planned, it shall be my last. I'm keeping my fingers crossed, all day, and quite frankly it's hard to type with my fingers crossed (I keep missing keys) so I'm going to get to work.
Sorry so lax on the posts lately. Been busy at work. So much is to discuss though! Like my wonderful boyfriend who came home early from Miami on Monday and surprised me on my lunch break with roses!! But I'll get more into that when I have time to gush about how he never ceases to amaze me. (If you couldn't tell, I'm happier than ever!)
Ciao for now.
Tonight will be my 15th tattoo appointment, and if everything goes as planned, it shall be my last. I'm keeping my fingers crossed, all day, and quite frankly it's hard to type with my fingers crossed (I keep missing keys) so I'm going to get to work.
Sorry so lax on the posts lately. Been busy at work. So much is to discuss though! Like my wonderful boyfriend who came home early from Miami on Monday and surprised me on my lunch break with roses!! But I'll get more into that when I have time to gush about how he never ceases to amaze me. (If you couldn't tell, I'm happier than ever!)
Ciao for now.
12.06.2005
So I took it again.
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