Top Shelf Where Momma Hides the Cookies

So I've been thinking a lot. One of my friends did that anonymous meme where you talk shit about people and don't mention who they are even though it's obvious? And she said a lot of things about me letting our friendship go and everything. We were super close. Hell, I'm sure everyone reading this knows who I'm talking about.

The thing is, she didn't make an effort to call me or e-mail me or talk to me either. So I may have backed off a bit to see what she would do, and now it's apparently all my fault. Maybe I'm a horrible friend? I don't even know. I thought I was giving a lot to the relationship.

Plus, she replaced me in about a week. So yeah, just feeling bitter right now.

You ever feel like you're missing the best friend you could just call anytime and cry on the phone with?

Yeah, me too.

I am apparently a bitch.

I am probably going to die alone.

JOY.

I got yelled at or "spoken to" at work today because I haven't worn nylons for the past week. I haven't worn nylons with pants (just skirts) in at least two years. I guess everything at the Alden branch isn't better than the Lancaster one.

I keep seeing ads for Girls Gone Wild and can't help but think the biggest compliment I could get would be for someone to want to film me naked. I mean, it would mean I were finally hot.

How fucked up is that?

So I work in a bank and have for the past 8 years. One thing that constantly amazes me is the horrific rudeness of people I deal with on a daily basis. There is this one man who comes in every single day (if you count sitting in the drive-thru coming in) and he usually complains about the teller who is doing his work for him, the long time it's taking, or how we should be friendlier in drive-thru. It's kind of hard to be friendly when you are constantly getting badgered by this idiot. And to top it off, he always asks your name so he can call in later and complain about your service.

Does this in any way help the world? NO. Being an asshole does very little to get others to be friendly, expedient, or give a damn about whatever you're doing.

Basically don't bitch at your tellers. heh. It only makes us hate you and talk about you behind your back. And maybe go slower when we notice it's your transaction we're working on.

Here's to not being assholes, people!

So it's been awhile, but I was in Florida. Fun times. Am burnt now.

I was thinking about life today (as I often do...) and realized that I am never completely honest with anyone I know. I doubt those around me are completely honest, either. I mean, if I told the truth all the time then I would say things like "You might want to look into waxing your chin" to one of my really good friends. I'm pretty sure that wouldn't go over so well. But it would be HONEST. It's not that I lie, it's just that I avoid saying exactly what's on my mind.

I wonder what would happen if we never told little white lies or skirted around the truth to spare people's feelings. Would the world be a better place or would it be incredibly fucked up?

Today I tried to find my copy of Liz Phair's Exile in Guyville and failed. I needed it for an anti-valentine's day mix I'm making my friend. I ended up downloading it, because I figure I bought it once anyway, right? The point is, I forgot how much I loved it! This was one of my go-to albums in high school when I was in a "funk" or just...mad at the world. I adore her voice and can't even get over her stint in the top 40. Part of my heart hurts whenever I hear her recent singles, because there's no way they can compare to songs like "Fuck and Run" or "Flower" which are in my top favorites of all time.

So question, what albums/artists remind you of quality time spent drowning in the music and the lyrics years ago?

So wickerrr yelled at me to post. I suppose I should. I've been super busy with birthday-related things and random movies and concerts lately. Friday I drive out to Rochester with my friend Cara to see Jack's Mannqeuin, so that should be awesome, too.

In other news, I'd really like to make out with someone. Any taker?

So I spent the afternoon reading Twilight. I finished it about an hour before I had to leave for work at the Disney Store and proceeded to buy the second book in the series on my way to work. Guess who's staying up to read tonight? I'm kind of in love with it already.

It reminds me of silly stories involving vampires, like how I used to be terrified of them. I read a lot about them in grade school (I was that dork in the sci-fi/fantasty section of the school's library during reading time) and was certain they were going to come into my house and kill me. I once slept with a garlic clove tied to my bedpost and spent the next day smelling horrible. I also made a pact with my best friend at the time that if one of us was turned into a vampire, we'd turn the other one so we wouldn't be alone forever. Pretty sweet deal.

I maybe mentioned it to my friend Roxanne at the bank and we now hold the same pact. Anyone else in on my secret vampire pact? I here it's the cool thing to do. heh.

ps - I also believe in mermaids, because my mother told me I could choose to. She finds me ridiculously adorable.

I am just not feeling the Christmas spirit this year. And by Christmas Spirit I don't mean religion and everything, because I never feel that. I'm just not getting giddy like I usually do. The entire month of December is usually spent listening to as much Christmas music as humanly possible, and this year I haven't changed playlists around. It's just odd.

This is a boring entry. Oh well.

*gets naked*

So I got hurt at work again today. I sliced open my thumb on a cardboard box to this Lightening McQueen art kit. Though one of my coworkers asked if I was dating my manager (much to my glee). She said we acted like it. Perhaps we should...hmm.

The downside of today is that my back still hurts from yesterday. It's going all the way from my ass to my shoulders. My spine is all surrounded by knots and stuff. Fun times.

So I maybe decided that it would be a good idea to smoke up a bit since I haven't been sleeping lately and need to relax anyway. I blame the logic on my brother. This is why I usually don't keep anything in the house. It always makes sense. heh.

So one of my bank coworkers asked what I wanted in a boyfriend. I - of course - answered while thinking in my head it could be boy or girl. heh. But I want someone who will run around my backyard in flip-flops, scurrying around the dew-soaked grass while catching fireflies with me. My cousin hasn't since we were in middle school and she decided talking to her boyfriends on the phone was more fun. I want someone who doesn't mind acting like a kid and knows enough that it makes me happy. Plus, fireflies are fucking cool.

ps - I am ashamed to say I can't stop listening to this song.

I got sent home from work because they were slow and let a couple of us go. And maybe because I dropped a box on myself and hurt my back a little? I rock at manual labor.

Here, have some Disney music! Everything's on my box.net account

ps - The people who live below me were having really LOUD sex last night. Must they do that when I'm trying to sleep? Nobody fucks so good that it equals the amount of screaming that girl was doing.

( iTunes meme )

I got bored and therefore needed a random gettyimages icon post.

( Whee )

So I'm sitting here listening to "Crank Dat" because lisa_c said I need to. And yeah, it's kind of fantastic. I need to find the video and watch it so I can picture her doing the dance.

The Sabres are up 2-1 at the moment, so life is good.

Why do I lack the ability to skate and/or play hockey? I bet I could be fantastic in another lifetime...

ps - my mood is related to the song. /lameness