Caterwauling

300 arrests and counting in the District today. Damn protestors. The broken windows, tire fires, false 911 calls and the general shitty behavior would be enough justification for police to tear gas them, but an arrest, I guess I can live with.

Tiff and I were IMing … I said I’d take them much more seriously if they weren’t wearing Nautica jackets, and she added she could also take them more seriously if they weren’t wielding Sony camcorders. I’d like to venture that more than half of them were wearing leather jackets and shoes, too — because they’re probably all too dumb to realize that corporations raise cows so we can eat them and wear their hides. 🙂 And that is why I love corporate America … for the steak dinners and pretty clothes it provides!

Today is the day that the Anti-Capitalist Convergence and its band of merry morons will attempt to shut down the District in protest of the annual World Bank and International Monetary Fund gathering.

I’m going to Pgh today, but am waiting till the a.m. rush has ceased, because I understand that these freaks are going to attempt to jam the Beltway along with Metro stations and key corporations in town. I read in the Post that they’re also planning to swarm the city on bicycles, just to slow things down and to back traffic up for miles.

I say, run the little fuckers over. Stomp on ’em. Shoot ’em. Mace ’em. Taxidermy ’em and turn ’em into mannequins in Nordstrom’s windows. Make them accept capitalism, because, let’s face it, I’ll bet 90 percent of them will be sporting Ralph Lauren, Tommy, DKNY and Aeropostale’s fall lines (as it’s a bit chilly on Capitol Hill today).

Look, I’m cool with demonstrating/protesting. Hell, I attended a few of my own rallies, in my day — although many of them were IN FAVOR of something, like the Democratic party, mental health, etc. But at any rate, I never had a desire to mess with individual people, nor a city-at-large. The problem is, though, all these assholes are going to manage to do is piss off the working poor, who need their jobs in order to pay their bills. The boys in the Int’l Monetary Fund are happily dining on steak and eggs and sipping mimosas in the comfort of their hotels as these college kids with nothing better to do are swarming around the city like a herd of gnats, attempting to shut down the capital district. Meanwhile, I have to sit here for a few more hours so that I don’t have to sit in my car for an extra hour or two with a howling cat (four-and-a-half hours is long enough … six or seven hours with Maddie breaking the sound barrier, and I’d lynch all 20,000 protesters single-handedly!

1. What are your favorite ways to relax and unwind?

Getting drunk and stoned. Tee hee. Well, being that those things cost money, and that’s something I just don’t have right now, I love to chill out cheaply by reading the plethora-o-books already in my possession as well as writing original works. Actually, I have beaucoup notes from the past 14 years on a book series I want to write/publish someday, so I read that stuff regularly and tweak it — it may or may not be great, but it keeps me sane, seeing all the work I’ve done and all the potential that it has.

2. What do you do the moment you get home from work/school/errands?

1. Kick off shoes. 2. Remove work clothes. 3. Head for the fridge for something alcoholic. lol

3. What are your favorite aromatherapeutic smells?

Mmmm. … I am a whore for anything patchouli-related. Vanilla and cinnamon always work for me, too — I read somewhere that men get aroused by those smells, but it works for me, too! I always have a soft spot for sandalwood and ylang-ylang as well.

4. Do you feel more relaxed with a group of friends or hanging out by yourself?

Both. Sometimes there’s nothing better than being alone, to process what’s going on in life at the time and also, to not bring everybody down with me, when I’ve sunken too far into my neuroses. But other times, I need people around me, because there’s no way I can feel down when I’m surrounded by positive energy (even if we DO end up bitchin’ and moanin’!), because truly, there is nothing I love better than being immersed in conversation with a handful-or-more of kindred souls.

5. What is something that you feel is relaxing but most people don’t?

Going to the gym, I suppose. I mean, gaaah, sometimes I drag myself outta there half-dead (or more than half!), yet it’s a good kind of tired. It’s an I’ve-accomplished-something kind of peacefulness that overtakes me. I love listening to wild music when I’m on the climbing machines … I completely get lost in my mind as I’m burning calories — what a fabulous way to kill some time!

The Open House wasn’t as painful as expected, surprisingly. Hung out with IKEA Boy, SM and the president of the organization, for the most part. And the flamey president-elect … next year will be the Year of Our Drag Queen, I assure you! lol. At any rate, met this good-looking marketing guy named Matt (yes, another Matt!). He was adorable and made it a point to keep talking to me. Later on, I overheard all the girls from the office oooohing and aaaaahing over him and wanting to hook up with him, but the only person who walked away with his business card was ME!!!! Woo hoo!!! Just goes to show that the little skanky, skinny girls don’t always come out ahead — those of us who can carry a conversation sometimes get the guys, too!!! hee hee. Of course, my luck, he’s either gay, bi or confused (like a lot of men I seem to meet), but whatever — I got his number! I got his number!!! (*~doing Cabbage Patch Dance~*)

I knew I identified with this character for a reason!!! Thanks to Tiff for the link to the quiz!

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Am supposed to be at our Open House right now, but here I sit, blogging. Slept off and on for 14 hours last night. Still feel like cat poop. Some “influentials” just wandered by my office … I guess I could have greeted them. H.R. made a point to tell us all to stay late and look busy, to impress our Governing Council members. Hah. It’s a real shame when they essentially have to tell us to remove our thumbs from our assholes so that our board thinks we work hard here. 🙂 Guess Mary had to hide her Solitaire games, for once!

I haven’t felt this crappy since, well, yesterday. lol. Seriously, I’m sick –- alternating between fever and chills, between sniffles and coughs. Went to my car at lunch and fell asleep in it. ‘Cause I’m just pathetic like that. 🙂

Finally, I drove to CVS to pick up some cold medicine, only to find that I didn’t have any money (surprise), nor my check card (not that I can spare $10 anyway for that crap). So I went home and crashed for a half hour. And now, I only feel worse. Damn it.

Argh. Hurting from another gym visit. Ow.

Just wanted to share a funny little link — and all I can say is that why can’t I be so lucky?!?!

Forget the chicken, give me the pot!

I figured I’d blog anyway. Hah!

My lungs feel black and my throat feels swollen — just a belated punishment from enjoying my weekend a bit too much, I’m afraid. And I still have half a pack of cigarettes in the car, so I’m trying to get rid of those, one by one. lol.

Atttempted to drag my lazy ass to the gym last night. Can I just bitch how UNFAIR it is that in order to get to the workout floor, you have to walk up two flights of steps? And they’re not like the bunny hill at the ski slopes, either — they’re steep!!! Jesus H., you get your workout between the front desk and the warmup area; one might as well slither right back down the steps and consider the workout over!

I stayed on one machine for an hour. An hour! This, after not being at the gym for two weeks. Of course, I had to drag my rotting carcass outta there after that before my lungs exploded. Some people remember 9/11 for many reasons — personally, I remember it as the last day I hoisted my ass to Bally’s at Landmark. hee hee. I’m gonna try to go again tonight, but I’m going to do easy stuff — the toxins in my body aren’t quite ready to be forced out, as I attempted to do last night. Props to SM for bringing me a big vat of water when I was on the machine for 55 minutes! She rocks!

Goin’ back to Shitzburgh this weekend. Ugh. My heart is already palpitating, thinking of the nasty drive ahead. I love driving TO the booming metropolis (this is said tongue-in-cheek, BTW), but coming back is a nightmare. I think I’ll try a different route, for at least the last part of it anyway … I’d do anything to avoid the Beltway, as much as possible. But whatever — I’m long overdue for a road trip, and at least Mom will feed me well … this living on chips & salsa shit is for the birds. 🙂

Oh my motherfucking god. My favorite female artist, Melissa Etheridge, has done a cover of Joan Armatrading’s “The Weakness in Me.” Click your mouse on the link to download it. Immediately. Or sooner! I SO have to get that concert DVD that’s available on Nov. 5.

The reason I even visited the site was to get my song lyric fix of the day:

“You’ve never been to the moon

But don’t you want to go

Under the sea in the volcano

You’ve never looked into my eyes

But don’t you want to know

What the dark and the wild

And the different know

Come dance with me now

We’ll dance without a care

I’m as free as a fire

And change is in the air

There are some things in my life

I’ll never understand

But they become the force

That makes me who I am

Don’t you worry about the kids

The kids are all right

Mama’s rollin’ in the back yard

Filled with love and light

‘Cause you live and you learn

And you learn to hold on

And time will make it heal

And time will make it gone

Come with me now

Come with me now

It’s time to try

It’s time to fly”

— Melissa Etheridge, “The Different” —

Speaking of rolling. …

My ethereal feeling before I went out last night has lasted through this moment, and thankfully, all was good. Better than good.

Spent most of the evening with a 20-year-old cutie named Matt who’s straight (I believe him when he says it — I can certainly forgive moments of kissing someone of the same sex, though, because I’d be a real hypocrite if I set a different standard for him … hello, pot — meet kettle!). At any rate, we hung out all night and curled up for three hours of non-sleep (more like enjoying the trance, not doing naughty things). hee hee. He went to Elizabeth Forward High School (very close to McKeesport High School, where I wasted four years of my life), and his dad lives in Penn Hills, where IKEA Boy’s strange-and-estranged family lives. Seems kind of neat and weird that we’d all collide in Virginia, of all places. 🙂

I can’t remember the last time I slept in someone’s arms. Perhaps when I was dating Jeff, back in February, but then again, he always had one hand gripping his weiner like a vise, just in case I went all Lorena Bobbit on him, or something. lol. He was proud of that thing … and I certainly had no complaints!!!

Anyway, it was nice to just have a nice, cozy night with a man, no strings attached. He’s a new friend of IKEA Boy’s, so if he wants to continue the saga, he knows how to reach me. And at this point, I think I’d be up for getting to know him better. Brilliant kid … seemed really insightful about a lot of things and was also more than willing to admit how much more he wants to learn about the world. (I must insert the disclaimer that he talked a lot, while I kinda spaced out for the most part because I was feeling entirely too good and wanted to enjoy the artificial high while it lasted.)

He was sweet … told me that from the first second we met, he was attracted to me and was worried that I would think he was just a kid, being that he’s eight years my junior. I assured him that I’ve dated 35-year-olds (Jeff, cough cough) who are far less mature. He seemed happy with that.

Speaking of childish men over 30, ran into Krakhead David last night while we were in the front room, waiting for the main room to open up. He was with a girl, and all I have to say is that I am way cuter than she is, but really, she’s more on his level than I was. (boy, that came out mean!) I spotted them making out at the bar, and quickly looked away. When I glanced back, I saw him watching me. So, I turned my back and found that about five minutes later, they had disappeared.

Saw him again, while we were upstairs hanging out in the chairs (I think I can safely refer to that hallway as the “Halls of Medicine” — lol). I was chatting with this cute, straight-acting guy named Troy, and I felt someone staring at me. I barely glanced up and back at Troy, but I saw enough … Krakhead watched me while he walked the entire distance of the hallway. And he walked very slowly. He was alone, and once he passed me, I saw him turn around and look at me over his shoulder.

I refused to even make eye contact, and I can be pretty convinced that both times I saw him, he couldn’t tell that I even knew who he was. But I knew. Cripes, we kissed for like four hours on the night we met, and we did have that one supposedly good date. Oh well. His loss, completely. I was glad that I didn’t acknowledge him. Of course, IKEA Boy said I should’ve run up to him, in front of his chick, and told him I was pregnant. LOL … what would’ve been even funnier is that there was no CHANCE of that ever happening!!!

At any rate, thanx to IKEA Boy for another fabulous night out! Thank you, thank you — for adding a straight boy to your circle of friends!!! Even if he DOES live three hours away. 🙂 Just something to look forward to, I guess. It’s more fun this way, with no expectations.

IKEA Boy has been piling the compliments on me lately … one in particular I remember was when he pointed out a guy checking me out and nearly breaking his neck to look back at me. He told me that I’m way more attractive than I will ever give myself credit for. That was nice to hear, even if some days, I just don’t feel it. At any rate, I met tons of people last night, both straight and gay, and I had the time of my life. If only we could always feel that good … if only we didn’t have to keep reminding ourselves that so much of what happens in the simulated fog of the dance floors is merely an illusion. But those are the times that keep us going, to know that happiness does exist and that we know what it feels like, when and if it ever happens again.