Why do I attract homeless people?

Why are the only men I seem to get attention from homeless or just plain creepy? Seriously! I know everyone goes through periods of drought where it seems as though they are dead to the opposite sex but I am currently experiencing a different sort of drought. I don't know if it is my current hairstyle, clothing, or aura that is causing this shift in the cosmos but I don't like it one bit. I just want to find a nice man with nice pants...who has a mailing address and...ideally a job. Is this too much to ask? It is not as though I hang out in tent cities!

Hello Old Friends :O)

I forgot about my blog entirely! I completely forgot about you Blog until Garreth (an old friend from high school), referenced my rant about men and nice pants. Yes, Blog I apologize for neglecting you but so many new and time consuming events have been happening in Noreeland.
Today I had an insanely hot Thai curry for lunch. I have come to the conclusion that my Scandinavian ancestry is responsible for a low curry tolerance. The Vikings didn't like to turn up the spice! Traditionally it is only those areas near the equator who have spicy food. I have heard it has something to do with poor refrigeration and hiding the taste of rancid meat. Whatever the case...have you ever heard of curried herring, or pi co de gallo lefse? ... Probably not. Which is why I think I may sweat like a fat kid on the 'Special K Challenge' when I eat anything from the tropics. Food for thought.

Who I look like...apparently.

Oh My Goodness

Ok, It is official! I'm as good at keeping a blog as I am at keeping a journal. Back in high school, and in university too actually, I used to write in a journal daily. It may not have been profound or entertaining or valuable for posterity's sake but I was consistent. Now, it seems I have nothing to say - What does that say about me?

Self-Righteous!

Sorry, I just had to yell that! It isn't directed toward anyone in particular but is rather just a word that has been on the tip of my tongue for a few days. I think I wanted to yell it at a few people...with other words mixed in...but I shouted it at no one just to shout it out now.
I think I might actually be getting wiser as I get older. Things that used to bother me, don't anymore. They have been replaced with different things, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I don't get angry, or even that I'm not an angry person...I probably still am...Writing what I did previously proves this perhaps. I just feel that where I am is a better place than where I have been. I guess that is what growing up is...when you can look back a few days, or months, or years and realise that where you are is a good place. When I talk about a "place"... I mean emotionally, physically, intellectually.
Jeez...I guess I'm the self-righteous one!...And I don't mind...not today.

What Do You Think She Is Thinking?

Edward Hopper is one of the truly great American painters. His work is colurful and engaging - full of light and freshness. Yet, I can not help but feel the sadness and isolation present in his work.

This Is What You Shall Do ...

"Re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dimiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body."
-Walt Whitman

Call The Band - Width Police, I'm Breaking The Rules!

So, I'm not supposed to blogging from my work computer....sushhhhhh! But I am. The thing is that I don't have a home computer at the moment and I'm typing quickly and not saying anything naughty. :O) Human resources sent a memo out earlier in the week about our company's new IT policies and I've been breaking a couple on a regular basis but none of the major ones! And...well...I didn't know I was until I received the memo. Let's leave it at that, shall we?

Where are the hot men with nice pants?!! A large number of them are at the California Wine Fair tonight. This is where I was supposed to be as well but...now I am working. (This is bordering on a naughty statement as outlined by paragraph three of the company IT policy pertaining to comments about the workplace...so let's just leave it at that, shall we?)

Ah,men with nice pants! As you may have guessed, I like a man who knows how to buy pants. When I broke up with my last boyfriend I made a promise to myself never to date a man with bad pants again!! I have always dated men with poor taste in pants and none of those relationships has been "the one"...time to turn over a new leaf!! But, where are these men with great pants? Surely they exist! It can't only be gay men who know about hemlines and khakis. Or is the Heterosexual man with nice pants like a snuffleupagus?

Howdy Ho!

Ahhhhh. I love moving! It is an adventure!
I think the lack of sleep is finally starting to get to me. I woke up this morning deliriously happy. Not about anything in particular. In fact, at this point I should be freaking out with stress - pulling my hair out, gnashing my teeth, etc. I think I have reached that point and surpassed it. I still need to pack a few things and clean my apartment but the bottomline is that I will be (not)sleeping under a new roof in less than 48 hours.
Also....I get to drive a big truck today! Hooray!

Actually Working

So, I haven't been posting on a regular basis. This is mostly because at work, as of late, I have actually been working. ??? Imagine that!
I have also been busy preparing for theatre school auditions and packing to move! I'm seriously stressed about these auditions and only moderately stressed about the packing and moving. Combined, the stress resulting from these two situations is intense enough to make any work related stress I may have moot. Yay!!

Yeah...I like this picture!
Homer is Judas. :)

I Have Neglected My Blog!!

I didn't mean to hurt you blog. I'm sorry if you feel I no longer love you...it just isn't true. You know you are my one and only. I've been busy. You know how it gets...please forgive me?

Now for a poem:

If I could
I would paint a picture of you
and call it Negative Exposure.
Ironical?


Hey... I didn't say it was a good poem.

I Did Not Go To University For This!!

I feel that if I took a pin and stuck it in my head right now that it would deflate like a balloon...or explode! I'm seriously contemplating the pin-in-head approach to stress relief. I doubt it would work though. I would probably just end up with a pin in my head and a small amount of blood running down my face.
Uggghhhhhh!