is like a manipulative lover that keeps threatening to kill his/herself if you threaten to leave.  I told the chick that I no longer could afford, not did I want the service.  She said it would cost me $200 to leave--I said fine.  After transfering me and trying to entice me with a new phone--I was offered the never advertised $10 a month plan--240 minutes, no nights, no weekends, no mobile to mobile.  So, like the guilt ridden-codependant person that I thought I left behind, I said, "don't cry, I won't leave you...but I really only want to see you when I am on vacation or on a road trip."

A student bought me a Cincinnati Bearcat Tee-shirt that I am wearing to school tomorrow...apparently if they win this next game they are going to the Orange Bowl [and me wearing this tee-shirt will be contributing to their win]....

So, I am wearing this shirt--I've never had school spirit before! 

: )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wo8wPJ5AnWs


Every once and awhile I get out of my ass, stand in the freezing fucking rain for a few hours so that I can be counted.

Overly friendly gynocologist appointment.....do I need to say more? 

to notice that I'm fucking tired.

I am in love--with Cincinnati and school and teaching and my apartment and my classmates and living close to my parents.

And, I am fucking EXHAUSTED and my books aren't in order and I never feel caught up.

I mean exhausted-behind-the-eyes-never-get-any-sleep-cracked-out-on-Mountain-Dew-bone-ass-tired kind of exhausted.

I don't even have time to be writing this...

I never got my voter registration card, so I went to the offfice to make sure I could vote---

ME AND 6,000 other people...think that Obama has Cincinnati...so if you are agitating concentrate on the rest of Ohio.

After going non stop since the middle of May--I have finallly found a home that I hope will last for two years.  I like my neighborhood.  There is a backdoor that leads out to a big yard and I am on the first floor, so walking nick is way easier.  The place is owned by a guy who seems to care about the place and is okay to work with (except he doesn't really seem to understand that part where he is supposed to call before sending people over--motovation to stay organized). 

So I have lived for the past few months with my sister and my friend here.  Both are clean, one is OCD clean.  I am hoping some of that wore off on me, but even with just the contents on my truck and a few shopping trips in my place---it looks as though I am still a slob.

Well, here is something that doesn't suck---I got a KILLER parking pass.  Couldn't get closer to the building that I will be living in for the next two years.  I couldn't believe that I got it without camping out or without offering sexual favors to anyone.

So far I like Cincinnati, although I have been basically inseprable from my friend that has been generous enough to let me stay in her basement until I get my shit.  Speaking of--I am going to call the company now.  Cross your fingers. 

Think I mentioned to all of you how my friend from Moreau (9th grade), Stacey, contacted me via facebook.  She was my beautiful first serious girl crush...oh how I hated her boyfriend.  She is gay and owns a business that takes dogs hiking --- SHE HAS MET CEASER MILAN!!! (I told you she is dreamy right?? A femme that I would never otherwise pick---except she was the stuff of girlhood fantasies....)

Well, I never actually spoke to her on the phone or had a meeting with her in the bay area...then I went camping and took off from there to Ohio.

On her Facebook, Stacey posted pictures of her and her girlfriend at the SAME park we were at at the SAME time.  She was a few feet away from me for a few days....(lets be all the way honest, I very well could have talked to her in the bathroom and not recognised her, but I might have noticed her and her girlfriend together....).

Dear Universe,

WTF?  Did that really just happen?

Love,

Won

Nicaragua was the best thing I have done for (and by) myself in a very, very long time.  It was amazing and honestly, no lie, I would have stayed there if it weren't for my dog.  Responsibility sucks.

Let us narrow it down...

I want to live near the beach with warm water.

REVISED....

I will live near a beach with warm water....eventually.



Saw Bill last night (and his wife and kids)...my oldest friend whom I met in 1985.  It was like we had never parted although I had not seen him in maybe 4 or 5 years.  I also got to see him dad and brother who have always been great to me.  It was slightly annoying because I drove an hour and a half and they played video games for a good hour until I made bill go with me to denny's.  Got back to my sister;s house at 4 am.

I think I am closing some chapters of my life (not bill--he is family).  Another good friend I planned to see started bitching about how far away my sister's house is from where she lives.  Normally I'd think that this was valid, only....over the past 8 years, I have gone to her...never once complaining about the time, the gas or the distance.  So I think I am just not going to hang out with her.  If I am not worth a train ride, then don't fucking call me everytime someone breaks your heart.

 My friends keep getting younger while I keep getting older.  Soon I will be hanging out in a nursery.  Speaking of, had a dream that Angelique was having a baby....(she might be as allergic to them as I am) and it made me (in my dream) reassess my whole stance on parenthood.

I have always said I will never have children...

nunca habla nunca.

Need i say more??? 

 

WXYZ-TV's Peggy Agar shouted a question to the Democratic presidential candidate during Obama's appearance Wednesday at a Chrysler LLC plant in Sterling Heights.

Agar asks Obama what he's "going to do to help American autoworkers."

He replies, "Hold on one second, sweetie, we'll do a press avail, thanks" but didn't get back to Agar.

On the air later, the station played a voice message Obama left for Agar. Obama apologizes for not getting back to her. He also tells Agar he has a bad habit of calling people "sweetie."


IF HILLARY CLINTON CALLED AN AFRICAN AMERICAN REPORTER "BOY" AND THEN NEVER ANSWERED HIS QUESTION, A VOICE MAIL APOLOGY SAYING THAT SHE HAD A BAD HABIT OF CALLING PEOPLE "BOY" WOULD NOT BE ACCEPTABLE.

G otta love margaritas in teh afternoon...

 My relatives begin their invasion of Tempe in fewer than nine hours....

I am D-O-N-E ! ! !

I got a fellowship.

This means that I do not have to worry about money for a few years.. 

 I just got a call from Ohio State.  They offered me FULL funding for 2 years and a teaching position with more money.

I already accepted the University of Cincinnati though....

I couldn't wake up today.  I sat on my couch and tried to put my shoes on and fell asleep sitting up.