August 20, 2014

Can You Stomach It?

It's Wednesday,  although I think it should be Friday, and it's been a while since I've showed up to confession. Forgive me Blogger, for I have sinned...

+ I want to just stop paying bills. They're ruining everything. I get paid on Friday and want to go do something fun. Meanwhile my bills are getting ready to be all

+ I tried tripe a few weekends ago. It's by far the craziest thing I've ever eaten and ironically enough... I didn't hate it after I added a little salt since it's kind of bland. I should have added more cheese and I probably would have devoured it. Next time... what?!

+ I have no idea how much I weight right now other than what the gym scale tells me. If it's too be believed, I'm not happy about it. No, I don't care what the number is per say, but I care because it's not moving.

+ Last week when it was raining, I actually missed my old job. Only because I wouldn't have hesitated to call out, stay home on the couch all day watching Netflix and listening to the rain.

+ I considered closing up shop 2 weeks ago. I doubted whether I could, or even wanted to, keep up with this place with where my life is right now. And then I remembered I'm a writer. Not published, not famous, but a writer nonetheless. I need this space.

+ I'm ready for fall to be here. Overall the last week has been perfect weather. Cool in the morning, warm in the afternoon. I need this blended climate 24/7. San Diego needs to be in my future.

+ I need some scandal in my life. The good kind though.

+ I love when people leave their curtains open. Then I can see what they're watching. Highlight of my evening walks!

This is more of a current event but...

+ I think the NFL wanting to get paid by the halftime acts is absolute bullshit. Seriously NFL? I'm pretty sure that if you stopped only suspending player's who drag unconscious girl friend's around two games, and actually fining them, then you wouldn't need to charge the entertainment to... entertain.

And that's it for today. Seriously.... I need some scandal. Then these confessions might be better.

August 19, 2014

21 Questions

A funny thing happened on the way to the gym last week. And what kind of blogger would I be if I didn't share it.

So I'm sitting at the bus station waiting for my transfer. This guy walks over toward me and I was immediately on an interview I don't recall setting up.

Him: Good morning beautiful
Me: Hi
H. Imma hit you with some questions I need to know


H. What are you? How old are you? Where are you going, work or the gym? How old are you? Where do live? What's your mother's name?

(Silence, and then because I cant be rude)

M: A bunch of stuff
H: Like what
M: Mixed
H: So if you were filling out an application.what would you say
M: Other

(This went on for a bit longer but wait... it gets better...)

H. So where you headed
M. Gym (because that's not clear by me being dressed in gym clothes and having my gym bag with me...)

H: Where do you go
M: Blink
H: Where's that.. I go to spa 21

(And then I broke my own rule and asked a question)

M: Where's that?
H:  ......
(some long answer about locations and amenities that I was ignoring while texting my friend)

H: I just got approved for section 8, moving into a place in Bergenfield once the paperwork is complete so like mid September
M: Silence
H: You drive
M: Yes and no
H:You got a license
M: Yup
H: Yeah I gotta pay $300 in fines and then I'll get mine back. But I ain't driving. I'm letting my little brother hold down my car cuz the cops know me, they know my truck and it ain't worth getting more tickets (someone has common sense?)


H: So you gonna be my designated driver
M: No  (Then he offered to take me out to outback and a movie)
M: I'm not single so no
H: You're not. Guess I should have asked that
M: Maybe that should have been one of your first questions
H: So what's he like, you live together, how long y'all been together.
M: 3 years
H: Ooohh so you gonna get married have some kids
H: What's your name

(And because I can never pass up the fun of that question)

M: Michael
H: Michael... but Michelle
M: No
H: Michael?
M: Like Jordan.
H: That's kind of cute.  Oh and you got the nose ring....oooh I need to get away from you

(Smartest thing he's said this whole time... and then, by the grace of God, his bus came)

H: I'm Arthur. I'll see you again And ask  you some more questions. It was nice meeting you.
M: You too