April 11th, 2008: Of the random variety.


Life: written | 17 Comments »

  • It’s easy to ignore your blog when you want to put up a new layout, but you knew that.
  • You also know that I should be commenting on you guys. I’ll get on that.
  • I’m addicted to Big Brother for no reason at all.
  • I’m searching for the perfect tea mug. I found some sexy ones and when I make my decision, expect major gushage.
  • This has been one hell of a week. Long, full of drama, and prone to overflowing into next week.
  • I miss taking pictures of things.
  • I hate spam. I keep getting mailer daemons because something’s trying to send out mass emails using my address.
  • However, I’m getting so much snail mail, and that makes me happy.

Carry on.

Thank You: Marissa Nicole Lyn ♥ bonni parker Licia Frances Kay gina Shannon Jenna Miss April Joy

March 27th, 2008: She who strives, drives.


Friends and family and Life: written | 13 Comments »

Long ago, in the days of Greymatter and *.cgi files, I once griped about getting my permit or  more specifically – the golden ticket that legally allows me to operate a car while not knowing shit about it. I whined about there not being any Driver’s Ed classes in any High School within 50 miles of this place; I bellyached about the long ongoing race between my mom and me – because clearly I was going to be the one driving first. I really just made the hugest scene about it. Of course it’s not really necessary for a New Yorker to own a car, not with all the mediums of transportation available and especially not when at the time I was within walking distance of most everything I needed. Except for the movie theatre, where it never hurts to not have to wait in the rain for a cab. This, of course, is not the point.

The point is: I wanted it. And the grand preface was for me to officially announce that I got it! Finally! And not recently either! Oh no. It’s been sitting in my wallet, where I keep all my other cards with the bad mug shots. But I do remember mentioning I was going for it, and being true to my own procrastination, I never followed up.  I did get it though, with only one question wrong on the test. And I’ll gloat about that shit, because I’m almost certain that New York is one of the hardest places to pass any test pertaining to driving.

Am I hell on wheels yet? No. And boy, I have tried. Spent a few Saturdays meandering around with my friend Ree – shopping for whatever – and actually bumped into my aunt and cousin. They have a car that they very rarely use.

It’s a huge SUV, people - Another one of my dreams from my Greymatter days that haven’t been forgotten. I wanted in. I wanted in badly.

When I told them about my permit, they congratulated me. And when I asked them to teach me how to drive – You know, because we never spend any time together, and all – They laughed. They laughed at me. And they kept laughing all the way to a car that I couldn’t see from where I was standing with my mouth hanging open, and therefore couldn’t follow. I was not discouraged. I kept asking around, and to no avail. This was not a free-of –charge favor I was asking for! I would’ve foot the bill for gas and gave nice gratuities had someone said they were going to teach me and followed through.

So, my beloved best and I have been busy. Her daughter – who, by the way, suffers from Advanced Cuteness – just hit the Big 3. Helping with the set up, attending, being the jungle gym for all the little party goers, and helping with the clean up in between everything else going on would naturally be chaos. I did squeeze in a little networking, though: My dear friends Erica and her husband have tentatively agreed to teach me, and so did Ree’s mom, once the spring comes and brings all the gorgeous weather. Or at least when I’m sure it’s not going to fucking snow.  I don’t trust March at all, which is great since it’s almost over. Wish me luck; my grand plan depends of me knowing how to operate a vehicle.

Thank You: JC Shannon Sara Cher RRC Shanice Theresa lacey Laura Lauren

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