My roommate Mo is leaving to further her professional ice skating career. Who wants to get their ass grabbed at a bar when they could be living out their dreams on ice? So...
Who wants to live with me? I have gotten a lot of responses thus far. Some scary. Some sweet. What a leap of faith, letting someone come into our little world.
I bit this from Gump. Thanks, bitch! I wrote this yesterday, but held out posting it until today. Christ almighty, it is only 10:30 and I am already bored off my rocker.
10 years ago..
I graduated high school that June. I was working as a hostess at a Greek-owned restaurant called The Purple Steer for $6 an hour, thinking that was good money. I had gained about 30 pounds since the end of high school because I was so depressed that I had to stay home to go to school while everyone else went away. Even in my chubby state, my hot ass boss hit on me and we began carrying on a psuedo-affiar. He was engaged to the owner of the restaurant's daughter. I did not care, I was obsessed with him. I was 18. He was 31. And gorgeous. All I wanted was to get out of Munster and to go away to school at Purdue in West Lafayette. And 8 months later, I did just that and never looked back. I dropped all the weight and then some and felt cool for the first time in my life. That first semester was the best time of my life. The first week there, I met "the one that got away" and I haven't looked at love the same way since. He eventually broke my heart.
5 years ago...
I was in my second senior year in college. I had just moved out of my Cooperative house and was renting a townhouse with a girl I had classes with and a girl who was my best friend at the time but turned out to be a total whore/liar. My rent was $268/mo. I now pay $650, and that is considered cheap. I had been dating an older man for about a year at this point. He was my complete opposite, but somehow that worked for us. At the time. It all got messed up down the road, but 5 years ago today, I was content. I had just gotten a job working 5pm to 1am doing newspaper ads for the Lafayette Journal and Courier. It was my first grownup job. The wild life I had in college was reduced to me going to school all day and working all night and then going home to watch the Days Of Our Lives I had taped that day. On the weekends, I'd go to eat with my boyfriend 7 times in two days and watch movies at his place. But I was all partied out. I needed a breather.
1 year ago...
I tried reading my archives to figure out what exactly I was doing last year at this time, and it seems like a whole lotta nothin'. I was in the same apartment. Same job. Same weight. Same musical tastes. Same clothes. Same way of getting to work. Same biting sense of humor. Same hair length. The only thing that has changed in a year is that I met the most wonderful man ever and I fell very much in love with him. But it got fucked up. And I would do anything for it to be right again.
Yesterday: Dio and I went to dinner at a BYOB Thai place and downed almost the whole big-ass bottle of wine. It was awkward at first, since we haven't seen each other for almost 3 weeks, and he had not been over in 2 months... but slowly, it came around. We had good conversation. It was nice. He came back to my place and we lounged on the bed. Just like old times. We made plans to do things in the next few weeks. And that makes me happier than words can say.
5 snacks:
� Pepperoni Pizza Combos
� Cheese Popcorn
� Sour Patch Kids
� Reese's Peanutbutter Cups
� Twizzlers
5 songs I know all the words to:
This Year's Love by David Gray
� It is so haunting and makes me want to give someone a huge hug.
Broken Wing by Martina McBride
� This is my ultimate karioke song, dedicated to everyone who doesn't think I can sing.
Don't Wanna Live Without Your Love by Chicago
� I sing this in the shower when no one is home.
Comfortable by John Mayer
� I love the lyrics. They seem very poignant to me right now.
Turn Me On by Norah Jones
� Also some great lyrics. A very sexy song.
5 things I would do with $100 million
� I would pay everything off that I owe. EVERY LITTLE THING.
� I would buy a beautiful place for my parent's and sister wherever they wanted and two for myself. One big house somewhere pretty. One vacation house somewhere tropical.
� I'd get a big boat that would have enough room for sleeping and party quarters. I'd cross oceans in that sucker.
� I would INVEST, INVEST, INVEST and TRAVEL, TRAVEL, TRAVEL after I hired a personal trainer and then bought slammin' clothes to go with my newly acquired figure.
5 places I would run away to:
� The Caribbean
� The French Riviera
� Hawaii
� Greeece
� Ibiza, Spain
5 things I would never wear:
� A banana clip (again, I mean. I saw a lady wearing one last Friday night. OY VEY!)
� A mullet
� Strirrup pants (again!)
� Clear stripper heels
� Mesh. Mesh sucks.
5 Favorite Current television shows:
� Family Guy
� Entourage
� Laguna Beach (FUCKING KILL ME. I HATE MYELF. I CAN'T HELP MYSELF!!!)
� The Girls Next Door (I have no idea why. I am so strangely drawn to this show and those silly blonds. I love Kendra.)
� Will & Grace (I have to watch it before I go to sleep at night)
5 biggest joys:
� Traveling
� Reading a great book
� A long massage
� Having plans I am excited about actually come to sweet fruition.
� A dirty martini with a bleu cheese stuffed olive
5 favorite toys:
� My sweet ass digital camera w/video
� My sweet ass iPod
� My collection of Homies
� Puppy Wupperson
� Tetris on my cell phone
5 biggest non-joys:
� How things have turned out with Dio. If I could turn back time...
� Not having enough money to do whatever I want, whenever I want.
� Not feeling creative enough to get a great paying design job
� Looking at my tummy
� Waiting on people