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Friday, March 28, 2003
Yesterday's deprecating behavior was truly nauseating. I hate how some people can really make me turn into someone I'm not. Thanks to all those who listened. GAME OVER.
So all I really needed to do to feel better was get back in Otto. His summer wheels really make him money. How did I forget that we're the shit?
Last night on the Post Road in Fairfield I spotted a beautiful Passat W8. I assumed it would be some old guy, but I caught up to him at a red light anyway and took my chances and flashed a big smile. Quite a cutie smiled back. We drove through several more green lights together and at the next red he pulled up next to me and beeped. I rolled down the window.
W8: "Those are beautiful wheels. Did you get them from the dealer?"
337: "Thanks. This is a 337. It came this way stock."
W8: "Wow. Nice."
337: "I luuuvvv your W8. I'm very jealous."
W8: "Thanks. Hey, you wanna race?"
337: "Riiight."
Then the light changed to green and we played tag down the Post Road for another mile or two until he turned away and I beeped bye-bye.
Kitty is right. Car flirting is the best ever.
GAME ON!
So all I really needed to do to feel better was get back in Otto. His summer wheels really make him money. How did I forget that we're the shit?
Last night on the Post Road in Fairfield I spotted a beautiful Passat W8. I assumed it would be some old guy, but I caught up to him at a red light anyway and took my chances and flashed a big smile. Quite a cutie smiled back. We drove through several more green lights together and at the next red he pulled up next to me and beeped. I rolled down the window.
W8: "Those are beautiful wheels. Did you get them from the dealer?"
337: "Thanks. This is a 337. It came this way stock."
W8: "Wow. Nice."
337: "I luuuvvv your W8. I'm very jealous."
W8: "Thanks. Hey, you wanna race?"
337: "Riiight."
Then the light changed to green and we played tag down the Post Road for another mile or two until he turned away and I beeped bye-bye.
Kitty is right. Car flirting is the best ever.
GAME ON!
Thursday, March 27, 2003
Have you ever been so angered by someone's careless, thoughtless actions that you just can't decide what to do? I don't know if I want to scream, smoke, drink, punch something, drive hard, laugh, throw up or cry. I can't decide. So instead I'll sit here and write.
I cannot believe that some people are so capable of being so disrespectful. And I don't understand how I've let it go this far. I watched it happen. Was I really so bored that Mexican soap opera drama was the force driving my everyday actions? How did it come to this? I've become someone else, someone I don't like.
Why do people lie? I'm not talking about little white lies, little innocent lies like "No, I wasn't speeding officer." I'm talking about lies that hurt those that you love. Lies of love. If you truly love someone, could you really lie to them? Could you really act so deceptively that if they knew of your actions, your life would be without them forever? Can you love someone and do that? Live today, deal with the consequences tomorrow? Is it worth the risk?
Why are people so careless? How can someone fool themself? I have a hard time lying to myself. I'm not good at that "fake it 'til ya make it" stuff. I can't do it. How can someone lead a double-life?
I can't think about it anymore. My life has turned into a twisted Tori Spelling afterschool special/Tracey Gold Lifetime movie, but without the implants or eating disorders.
One final thought... If you see any other 337s at Otto's playground. throw rocks it. It's Otto's turf. They love him better.
Someone buy me a drink.
I cannot believe that some people are so capable of being so disrespectful. And I don't understand how I've let it go this far. I watched it happen. Was I really so bored that Mexican soap opera drama was the force driving my everyday actions? How did it come to this? I've become someone else, someone I don't like.
Why do people lie? I'm not talking about little white lies, little innocent lies like "No, I wasn't speeding officer." I'm talking about lies that hurt those that you love. Lies of love. If you truly love someone, could you really lie to them? Could you really act so deceptively that if they knew of your actions, your life would be without them forever? Can you love someone and do that? Live today, deal with the consequences tomorrow? Is it worth the risk?
Why are people so careless? How can someone fool themself? I have a hard time lying to myself. I'm not good at that "fake it 'til ya make it" stuff. I can't do it. How can someone lead a double-life?
I can't think about it anymore. My life has turned into a twisted Tori Spelling afterschool special/Tracey Gold Lifetime movie, but without the implants or eating disorders.
One final thought... If you see any other 337s at Otto's playground. throw rocks it. It's Otto's turf. They love him better.
Someone buy me a drink.
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
PENELOPE THE GOLDFISH, a lifelong Shelton resident, died Tuesday, March 25 at her home in White Hills — a glass vase on the center island in the kitchen. She was seven months old. She died of natural causes (or maybe a bad water change done Sunday).
Born in August 2002, she was won by Kara at the St. Lawrence carnival at a ring-toss game. She enjoyed eating (alot), spending time with Grandma, playing with her gold-colored marbles at the bottom of her bowl, and swimming fast and furiously.
In addition to Kara and Grandma, she is survived by Heath the betta, Ruffles the Bichon Frise, and Mom and Dad. She is also survived by fellow carnival goldfish Pasqualli of Stamford.
Burial was private, Tuesday morning at 8:15 in Grandma's bathroom.
In lieu of flowers, please adopt a carnival goldfish in honor of Penelope.
Born in August 2002, she was won by Kara at the St. Lawrence carnival at a ring-toss game. She enjoyed eating (alot), spending time with Grandma, playing with her gold-colored marbles at the bottom of her bowl, and swimming fast and furiously.
In addition to Kara and Grandma, she is survived by Heath the betta, Ruffles the Bichon Frise, and Mom and Dad. She is also survived by fellow carnival goldfish Pasqualli of Stamford.
Burial was private, Tuesday morning at 8:15 in Grandma's bathroom.
In lieu of flowers, please adopt a carnival goldfish in honor of Penelope.
Monday, March 24, 2003
We went to see Smackin' Abner Saturday night at the Skybox. A little rock music was nice for a change. (And I have have a crush on the guitar player because he looks like Kevin James.)
Anyway, a little rock music is good for the soul. It's a nice change from my usual angry metal, gangsta rap (50 Cent ) and heartachey '80s freestyle. Smackin' Abner made me want to hear more rock.
In the meantime, I thought to myself, "That jerk really wants the Best of Both Worlds. That's not fair; I deserve better than that." And then the little lightbulb went off over my head and the loud 1986 guitar riff started playing. There is nothing like a little Van Halen to make me happy again, in that 8th grade sort of way.
I love rediscovering an old CD. It happens once in while. I'll get a song stuck in my head and I'll have to go find the CD. Then I'll listen to it obsessively for a few weeks, like it's brand new. Eventually I'll tuck it back away, but it's fun nostalgia ride for a bit. I highly suggest you pick a random CD you haven't listened to in at least a year and give it a rebirth. Obviously, mine is Van Halen's 5150. Cheesy, I know, but whatevs. It makes me smile.
Anyway, a little rock music is good for the soul. It's a nice change from my usual angry metal, gangsta rap (50 Cent ) and heartachey '80s freestyle. Smackin' Abner made me want to hear more rock.
In the meantime, I thought to myself, "That jerk really wants the Best of Both Worlds. That's not fair; I deserve better than that." And then the little lightbulb went off over my head and the loud 1986 guitar riff started playing. There is nothing like a little Van Halen to make me happy again, in that 8th grade sort of way.
I love rediscovering an old CD. It happens once in while. I'll get a song stuck in my head and I'll have to go find the CD. Then I'll listen to it obsessively for a few weeks, like it's brand new. Eventually I'll tuck it back away, but it's fun nostalgia ride for a bit. I highly suggest you pick a random CD you haven't listened to in at least a year and give it a rebirth. Obviously, mine is Van Halen's 5150. Cheesy, I know, but whatevs. It makes me smile.
Friday, March 21, 2003
Monday, March 17, 2003
Yesterday was a happy, sunny spring Sunday!
I washed filthy Otto inside and out for three glorious hours.
And then we had a playdate at the beach with Kitty and Golfy.
And then Amy and I drank wine and made more Vegas plans.
And we listened to 50 Cent like it was our birthday.
And this morning the little light bulb went off over my head, and I realized that what's been stressing me out for the past few weeks was really just an irrational fear I drummed up in my crazy little head and it's time for me to breathe again. (Don't you hate/love when that happens?)
Go see the glamorous Otto and Golfy photoshoot at Compo Beach. They partied like it was their birthday.
I washed filthy Otto inside and out for three glorious hours.
And then we had a playdate at the beach with Kitty and Golfy.
And then Amy and I drank wine and made more Vegas plans.
And we listened to 50 Cent like it was our birthday.
And this morning the little light bulb went off over my head, and I realized that what's been stressing me out for the past few weeks was really just an irrational fear I drummed up in my crazy little head and it's time for me to breathe again. (Don't you hate/love when that happens?)
Go see the glamorous Otto and Golfy photoshoot at Compo Beach. They partied like it was their birthday.
Friday, March 14, 2003
Oh no. Before noon today two people have told me I've been cranky lately. What is my problem? I will compile a list of things I think I need to ward off the crankiness. Feel free to email me with your suggestions.
1. Las Vegas
2. Spring.
3. A *new* boy to kiss.
4. My summer rims.
5. Jack Daniels.
p.s. Kitty finally put the BBS RKs on Golfy. So luscious.
1. Las Vegas
2. Spring.
3. A *new* boy to kiss.
4. My summer rims.
5. Jack Daniels.
p.s. Kitty finally put the BBS RKs on Golfy. So luscious.
Thursday, March 13, 2003
Go read my column get your Reality Check!
So this morning on I-95 two state cops came barreling onto the highway in Westport. So I slammed on Otto's brakes, hoping they wouldn't catch the little silver bullet going 80+ mph (oddly, there was no traffic this morning) in the left lane. The staties didn't care, they just wanted to slow down traffic and make a clear path for the work trucks to safely enter the construction zone in Norwalk a few miles ahead. So Otto and I got right behind the staties with their flashing lights and the clear road ahead. We had our own police escorts to work this morning. I felt like the President of the United States. I decided I were president and had police escorts every morning, I'd still drive a Volkswagen. And I'd make the policemen drive VWs, too!
So this morning on I-95 two state cops came barreling onto the highway in Westport. So I slammed on Otto's brakes, hoping they wouldn't catch the little silver bullet going 80+ mph (oddly, there was no traffic this morning) in the left lane. The staties didn't care, they just wanted to slow down traffic and make a clear path for the work trucks to safely enter the construction zone in Norwalk a few miles ahead. So Otto and I got right behind the staties with their flashing lights and the clear road ahead. We had our own police escorts to work this morning. I felt like the President of the United States. I decided I were president and had police escorts every morning, I'd still drive a Volkswagen. And I'd make the policemen drive VWs, too!
Monday, March 10, 2003
A big fat thank you to Evy for teaching me how to make a link!
I am going to make links for everything now! Yay!
Evy's Web site gets to go first, since she taught me:
• ModernElvis
And now Christine's fun site:
• RatteRatte
And big shot out to Allie's site, cause it's the best ever.
• TheBestEver
I want to make hyperlinks for everything I love, but I will save some of the excitement for another day.
Well, OK, maybe one more today. Here is my favorite site in the whole world. No site has given me more joy and more pain than this one, but alas, my life would not be the soap opera it is now without it:
• VWVortex
I am going to make links for everything now! Yay!
Evy's Web site gets to go first, since she taught me:
• ModernElvis
And now Christine's fun site:
• RatteRatte
And big shot out to Allie's site, cause it's the best ever.
• TheBestEver
I want to make hyperlinks for everything I love, but I will save some of the excitement for another day.
Well, OK, maybe one more today. Here is my favorite site in the whole world. No site has given me more joy and more pain than this one, but alas, my life would not be the soap opera it is now without it:
• VWVortex
Monday, March 03, 2003
Aww, jeez. Know how some days you just can't stop using a certain word? Today's word seems to be "disaster." And when the word of the day is "disaster," it's not really a great day.
* Today we broke up with the karate people, and that was a guilt-ridden disaster.
* My friend is going through a nasty break-up, and it's a sad disaster.
* My glittery, liquid-filled CD case froze in the car overnight and spilled weird purple oils on my Monster Mats, which was a semi-disaster. Then I spilled the weird oils on my clean pants, which was more of a disaster.
* Crazy loud lady at work came running into the lunchroom and tripped on a chair. She didn't fall. But the sight of her prompted just one word: disaster. (At least she's a funny disaster.)
* "Married By America" premieres tonight on Fox. That will be a great reality TV disaster.
* I broke New Year's Resolution #3. Again. We are the ultimate disaster.
I hope tomorrow's word is something good like "pancakes" or "Volkswagens" or "Vegas."
* Today we broke up with the karate people, and that was a guilt-ridden disaster.
* My friend is going through a nasty break-up, and it's a sad disaster.
* My glittery, liquid-filled CD case froze in the car overnight and spilled weird purple oils on my Monster Mats, which was a semi-disaster. Then I spilled the weird oils on my clean pants, which was more of a disaster.
* Crazy loud lady at work came running into the lunchroom and tripped on a chair. She didn't fall. But the sight of her prompted just one word: disaster. (At least she's a funny disaster.)
* "Married By America" premieres tonight on Fox. That will be a great reality TV disaster.
* I broke New Year's Resolution #3. Again. We are the ultimate disaster.
I hope tomorrow's word is something good like "pancakes" or "Volkswagens" or "Vegas."
