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It is not that i’m nuts… It is that I am a New Yorker

I was recently (and oh so happily) laid off from my job as a corporate whore. Even though I miss handling things way over my head that I am not qaulified nor was paid enough to do and then also making coffee and pushing in conference  room chairs that the fatass corporate mongers are too lazy to push back in, I have to say I am enjoying my time off. I have time to make some extra cash babysitting on top of severance and travel to some cool spots (plan is still in the works)

With these new career changes, I was contemplating moving out of NYC (note to roommate- This would be no time very soon- Don’t freak) but I was debating San Diego. I’m not married here and though I do love the boys I fool around with here in the city, and think they are taller than on the west coast, i’m at the moment really not tied down.

So I have been getting more in touch via facebook with the lives of my old San Diegan pals. Most of which I had befriended during my mother is a hippy who just came out of the closet homeschooled years.

I met most of them through Unitarian Church. A cult like congregation minus the kool-aid and creepy chanting. I liked it a lot and still kind of sorta am into the whole thing.

One of the reasons I WILL be calling NYC my home vs. a smaller town was that it dawned on me… I would get bored as fuck. I am not a necesarily hyper active person but if I dont move around a ton, I tend to throw tantrums. It is not that I’m nuts… It is that I’m a new Yorker. A good experiment was the family road trip… About 36 hours into the trip when I discovered there was no gym at the hotel. I took a half mile walk along side the highway. While Highway 9 side Ant piles accross from Sonic (I do love Sonic) and K-Mart  are incredibly interesting, they can’t compete with the random daily protests in Union Square or the fact that my Bodega will deliver me anything when I am paralyzed due to alcohol comsumption the proceeding night.

So to wrap this up, I have included this inspiration behind my decesion to travel more but stick to this disgusting city…My Sandiego friends facebook photo album about cleaning a dead rat. (I feel bad… It was actually cute)these poor mofo’s are bored.

I cleaned up Dead Rat all by my self!

Reply vs. Reply ALL

Today at work, A colleague of mine unneccesarily copied four people on an email to me- I was tempted to reply ALL: “I don’t like you”

However I didn’t so I’m writing it here…

I hate you, you clicky mean bitch who CCs everyone fucking irrevelant person in the world-

… Maybe it’s the my diet and wisky talking but I feel better.

A day of awkward

- I went to the neurologist today to figure some shit out and i don’t know if any of you have ever had a series of awkward silences with your Dr. but it was insane. He would ask me questions, he would stare and then i would retreat by looking away- This was repeated for about 30 minutes.

- I spoke with my former boss online who likes to talk shit about the people who fired her (who are now my bosses while they replace her) I am notorious for being “diplomatic” so I don’t say anything supporting or against her thoughts. The IT department and my current boss have invaded my IMs and have expressed how hurt they are and one called me today to talk about how hurt they are and that is why she was fired (for gossip)

- There’s a short guy who lives accross the street from me- I’m feeling lazy so I don’t want to leave, but social- he wants to bang I just want to hang so I told him just that…

- My current “boyfriend” is texting me but really has no desire to hang or bang…

- My roommate is rewashing the dishes that I washed yesterday-

- My dinner consisted of a week old fruit salad and a disgusting veggie burger i was too lazy to throw away.