Diffident

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By context she obviously means definitely. I just love when people mess up words and make a word that’s a little odd and a little fun to say. Stop. Stop… STOP! I know I said people need to spell things correctly and that it irks me when they don’t, but please don’t fail to realize at one point I told you I was a big contradiction. OK the air is clear. Where was I…

Yes. So when I read this I see a mash-up of different & evidently. Now I am not quite sure how we can use those two words mashed-up in a sentence. That will be trial and error.

Alice and I had lunch today and it was awesome. We went to my little sushi place and it was empty. It felt like we owned the place. And although it’s my place, I don’t go there as often as I used to and every time without fail the lady remembers me. I say the lady because it’s be a couple of years since I knew her name.

So we lunched there today and talked about everything. It was awesome and I was proud at myself for not being as negative on her choices as I usually can be. I did say how I felt, just with less venom for Dipshidiot.

I went a little far on here about how I felt for Alice. OK I went extreme. I feel she didn’t deserve the majority of what I said. I feel that my hatred for Dipshidiot leaked onto Alice so the real shitty shit that shouldn’t have been expressed on a public platform. I forget everything I said, but honestly as much as she makes some crazy choices, I have made my fair share and have plenty more to make.

I really do love her and that’s probably why when I get disappointed because she’s not living up to the potential I see in her I am really harsh. Sometimes looking back I wonder if in a previous life I weren’t a drill sergeant or something.

I laugh more with Alice than I have with any other friend. No lie. She is seriously funny and quick-witted. She is tougher than I have seen in most of my friends, even in her vulnerability you can see her strength.

I do have the inclination to go redact and erase, but those words are a part of me. They were what I felt at the time and I need to stop erasing parts of me that I don’t like or I feel ashamed of. I have never been able to keep a journal and that is why. The girl in the journal doesn’t match the girl I show to everyone else. I am done living like that.

With Miss Flighty, I do still feel that way about her. I cut her off when she texted me to confront me on a post I made on FB shortly after we had The High Life conversation. I made a simple sentence about how people need to think before they speak. What she said was senseless and flippant. She told me that real friends “check each other” . I am so far out of the loop, my mom knew what she meant and had to tell me what it meant.

I don’t “check” (confront) people who say stupid shit because then it becomes a bigger situation than need be. They end up trying to explain what they meant which is usually them just twisting shit around to make you think it was your fault for how you heard the information. That’s bullshit. So I expressed a one line frustration on FB and let it go.

She keeps at me texting me all this shit about being a punk and being childish and I’ll be honest, I was playing dumb because I didn’t want to hear her shit. She said something that tipped me off and made a light bulb flicker in my head. What she said I remember being real insulting, but I forget what it actually was so I texted back about now I knew how she really felt and that she need not call me because this was no longer a working number for her. She blew.

Cursing and saying all this ugly shit so I deleted the thread. I deleted and blocked her on FB. I deleted every photo of her and her daughter. And then I deleted her number. Poof! Just like that.

I was very proud of the fact that I didn’t curse once. Not even a damn. You know I am done when I don’t use my pretty colorful language on you.

Diffident (dif•fi•dent);

1. Modest or shy because of a lack of self-confidence.

Evidently it’s already a word. That’s some bullshit. No wonder I liked it though. I did the same thing in high school. Sitting under the bleachers with a couple of friends using rocks to write on the sidewalk (don’t act like you haven’t ever done that) and I was trying to write Deftones but I stopped at ‘deft’ because my hand got tired (I was lazy  — this is Florida, the land of humid heat — it was 78 degrees today fyi) and so I decided that was going to be our word. I look it up later only to realize it is a word. I am incapable of making up words. I blame school.

Daily Promtin’ Like A Baller & Confessions

Michelle asked me (and possibly you, too):

Describe your relationship with your phone. Is it your lifeline, a buzzing nuisance, or something in between?

I am the extremely lucky owner of the HTC Radar (4G–importance of that, I have yet to know.) through T-Mobile. Sometimes I love you, sometimes I hate you, sometimes I wish I were a cat so I could really claw your eyes out and piss in your shoe. Oh, wait.. this is about the phone. Scratch that.

I can become attached to my material items. I don’t really have many so I think that’s a small part of it. The other part would be that I love technology. Do not confuse that with being very knowledgeable about it.

If I am at a social part in my life, I can grow to hate my phone. I’m a loser loner, baby, so why don’t you kill leave me (alone). There has to be some psychological reason why I get overwhelmed with too much attention. It’s like stage fright to the 10th power (if I remember how math works). I was like this since I was small so it’s not like it doesn’t come natural. I always went to my friends’ houses. Only on occasion did I have friends at my house. Except Miss Flighty, we were more at my house when we weren’t getting into trouble.

On my phone now,  it’s a Windows phone and I love it. The only thing that pisses me off is that it lags closing apps and I think that was made that way purposefully so you can hit the windows touch button so you can swipe between many apps. I rarely use that feature. I close and jump around. I swear my battery thanks me for it. Or I thank my battery for lasting longer. I can do 3 full days between charging. Yes, that is because I am not texting like a kid on crack anymore and I rarely make or receive phone calls. My phone is a portable computer.

I love that it’s Windows because of the layout. It fucking rocks. The home screen is (why is cutomizable not a word? [insert synonym to the nonexistent word]) with which “tiles” you want readily available. It’s also infinite scroll so you aren’t limited like android and iPhone do with only so many screens available. Plus, the tiles can be big or small and makes it an easier read. For the tiles you don’t want on the main screen are in an alphabetic list on the secondary screen. If you have a child who you let play with your phone, that’s awesome. So they only have access to things you don’t want deleted. Also, if you need to hand over your phone for a snoop to use (I am a snoop so this is no offense to snoops) you can have only things you don’t mind being seen on the main screen. Windows phone doesn’t show there is a secondary screen like how android and iPhone can show at the bottom or top of the phone how many screens and which you’re on.

I am such a Windows fanatic, I should work for the damn company. Oh that reminds me, I have to share something with you that I find so hilarious!!!

Brought to me by Dooce.com: This fantastical website: The Creative Confessional:

How I felt during the Editing process in Film School:

I smoked an entire pack of cigarettes in a 4 hour block.-CB

I smoked an entire pack of cigarettes in a 4 hour block.-CB

Why my tattoos do not contain lettering:

I am an ass, I know.-CB

I am an ass, I know.-CB

Recent Studies:

Sorry to burst any bubbles.-CB

Sorry to burst any bubbles.-CB

Anti-Apple = Hipster? / Ignorant Public:

Just saying.-CB

Just saying.-CB

Mac is whack.-CB ;)

Mac is whack.-CB ;)

 

Where Awards Usually Come to Die

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Tyroper was very kind to pass on to me this golden award. I have one just like it in silver. I think it’s a trend to mix silver and gold jewelry, but I could be behind since I don’t usually wear jewelry. Thank you, Ty. I am glad you like what you read here. I know awards usually stop here when it comes with me. I am horribly lazy at collecting gems to give the award away to. I also fell into the belief of thinking of them as chain letters. Well, I have figured out for myself in the last 30 seconds of composing this that it’s a load of crock  crock of shit (I was tired when this post began) made up by horribly lazy people like myself who do not want to take the time to appreciate and be appreciated. If you want to be professional, you can relate this as to being at one of those mega conventions and your booth only has 250 favors to pass out and network. WordPress makes blogging a social network. They are tricky like that. It’s old school to be a Dooce. And harder than ever since platforms like this. I write on a whim. I am serious in saying that I am horribly lazy. There are people who research and rewrite and edit and stew over their posts before making them live. Freaky shit, I know. But if you can do that, you can pass around an award to make someone else’s day a little brighter and to let them see you care further than, “yo this shit you just posted here, this shit is tight yo.” Or [insert clicking like button here]. Lazy freaks. Long story short, the award is not dying here today.

Here are the rules of the award:
1.) Display the award logo on your blog.
2.) Link back to the person who nominated you.
3.) State 7 things about yourself.
4.) Nominate 15 bloggers for this award.
5.) Notify those bloggers of the nomination by linking to one of their specific posts so that they get notified by ping back.

7 things you need* to know

  1. I dig fruity baby food. Especially banana. 
  2. Most everything I complain about with other people I have been guilty of myself.
  3. I talk more shit about the people I love than I do of the people I loathe. Case in point: Alice. If you keep up with me you’ll notice once the friendship took a momentary pause that I thought was a forever pause, I stopped talking about her. Exception: My mother. You don’t talk shit about the people who brought you into this world and can easily take you out. Exception to the exception: My father.
  4. I need to learn how to break big goals into smaller goals so I stop the cycle of thinking it’s impossible and giving up.
  5. I can recognize a lot of things I need to do and because of this I think I don’t need therapy, but question if that means the exact opposite.
  6. I am terrible at planning. I don’t like to feel locked in and if I fail, I would disappoint others which would cause me further disappointment.
  7. I have never been married and I am not sure if I ever want to be. Some will take this as me having a negative opinion on marriage. That’s not the case. Some may take this as me having a fear of commitment. It’s not a fear more than it is I have had more than a few serious relationships, I barely make it to 2 years how the hell could I do until death do you part? I don’t believe in divorce for myself. It happens, but if I marry that man better know he is stuck for life. Unless he does something catastrophic then my ass will be at the court quicker than you can say flies on shit.

15 Blog Nominees

1. AliceAtWonderland
2. NotQuiteAlice
3. CrankyGiraffe
4. TishMoon
5. Jet @ SustainablySinlgeParenting
6. WhiskeyInTheAM
7. ExileFromHysteria
8. Rarasaur
9. J.E Lattimer
10. FrontRangeScribbles
11. MerBear74
12. Rohan7things
13. Jaschmehl
14. TeenyBikini
15. ABoldPerch

This is in no way an attempt to show favoritism and I want it known that I love you all. You are all inspiring, but it didn’t say infinite and one of my things I need to learn is to accept being limited so this kind of works for me. One small step to most, one huge leap for me.

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*need is very relative here and can be replaced with, “Could have lived the rest of your life very happily without knowing anything on this list.” But that’s just too much to type. Plus, need is persuasive. It pays to persuade. (Not really unless you’re in the biz. Biz example: hooking.) 

If you do not know Rarasaur

Then you do indeed live a lackluster life. She is the mighty Megalasaurus this side of WordPress. What is a Megalasaurus you ask? (I may have asked myself that after I typed it. Shh don’t tell Rara!):

Megalosaurus (meaning “Great Lizard”, from Greek, μεγαλο-/megalo- meaning ‘big’, ‘tall’ or ‘great’ and σαυρος/sauros meaning ‘lizard’) is a genus of large meat-eating theropod dinosaurs of the Middle Jurassic period (Bathonian stage, 166 million years ago) of Europe (Southern England, France, Portugal). It is significant as the first genus of dinosaur (outside of birds) to be described and named.

Here is a picture of her great-aunt Matilda:

May she rest in peace. Thanks, Wiki!

May she rest in peace. Thanks, Wiki!

Anyway, Rara is a fantastical self-proclaimed geek of ALL THINGS. Seriously. Under Geekery in her main menu she has a dozen or more sub-cats dealing with health, computers, words, etc. I shit you not, GO LOOK! Sheesh. She is very peppy — not to be confused with preppy — smart, caring, compassionate and married so don’t get your hopes up. I do not know who her mystery man is, but I think he also blogs. Or not. My memory isn’t all that frightfully wondrous. It’s just frightful.

Rara asked me to guest blog. Not only do I have link for proof, but I have a Capture. You know. In case it goes poof or something.

BOOM!

BOOM!

I was so obliged that I let Rarasaur come up with the title to my work. No, not just the “Guest Post:” part, the whole thing.

Alternate Titles could have been:

I Don’t Mind, You Don’t Matter

Mind Over Matter (B.K.A) MOM

Matter UnderMind[ed]

Broken Hearted, I Shit You Not

So consider yourselves lucky that we have the pep from Rara to spin that title completely around. It was really awesome to guest post and I am recommending you read it now while you still can. I have this thing about not saving my work so if that disappears, you will forever wonder what magical malarkey was blogged about that very day.

& I just realized it was posted on my nephew’s birthday. How cool! Go read!!

Thank you, Rarasaur!!!

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Some to most of this post came out of my ass, figuratively. I do not in fact know for certain that Rara is a Megalosaurus. For all I know she could just be a Megalomaniac. I also am not aware if she has a great-aunt Matilda. Or even if she has a great-aunt. That Megalosaurus pictured I do not believe has a name, though he/she/it could have a million. Like Bobby or Ralph or Betsy Sue. Though, he/she/it sure does have great bone structure. I’m jealous. No person or dinosaur or animal was harmed in the making of this post.

So I Have This Friend

Ian is an interesting friend to say the least. I originally met him when I was about 17 or 18 because my best friend was dating his pot dealer. She is now married to that retired pot dealer and we are no longer best friends. But this is not about that nor is this about her.

Years go by and I never hear about ’Endo’ again. Until late summer, early fall of 2011. I am hanging out with this sleazy kid L.J — long story — and he wants to go to Endo’s house. Endo?? I think I know this kid. It rings bells. Endo introduces himself to me as Ian. There seems to be this ongoing thing where guys I hear about who are known to everybody as some nickname introduce themselves to me with their proper name. So I am one of the few people besides his mom to call Ian by his name and not his longtime street name.

Ian and I become friends and LJ goes off the Richter because he’s insane and a huge drug user so I stop hanging with him and hang out with a less dangerous kind of crazy Ian. I start crushing on Ian. He’s smart, a little ridiculous… OK a lot ridiculous and interestingly funny. He’s a charmer, and a Libra like myself so it only comes naturally. He’s also a bit of a lush which is usually not my thing, but he’s awesome when he’s sober.

He decides he needs a new horizon so he’s moving to Cali. Apparently he’s going to “legally” cultivate marijuana and make some good money. A few months ago he gets busted and arrested for illegally cultivating marijuana and stealing power. He’s in jail. So a couple of weeks ago I am like what the hell, I haven’t talked to his punkass in a while, let me go ahead and buy him some minutes and see if he really remembers me. He calls me and he remembers me. Shockingly enough. So we are talking and he ends up telling me this story…

He has an ex-sugar mama (she calls herself his ex girlfriend — who knows with Ian, I tend to take everything from him with a grain of salt as everyone should) that he remains friends with, in fact she is holding his dog for him until he’s released. She is always all over his Facebook saying his friends need to write him and everything. She cares a lot about Ian. She is married and has been for a little while now. Her husband cheated on her with “the 22-year-old” (as Ian refers to this girl as) and Ian has now, his story, hooked up with that girl and his ex would literally have his balls if she ever knew.

She knows.

I get a letter from Ian addressed to me, my name and address. I open it and it reads, “To my Dearest Amy..” I am thoroughly disappointed. Not because he’s writing a girl, Ian has always had many girls in his life, but because it’s not my letter. So I read it. He is giving this chick his life story and his number 1 reason for coming back to Florida is for her. I laugh because it’s the cheesiest shit I have ever read (besides Diphshidiot’s jailhouse letters to Alice) and I know he wouldn’t fall for a girl he’s never fucked, let alone met. That’s just not Ian’s style. He has no place to go when he’s released and he is looking to this chick to house him until further notice, I know Ian.

So I post to his Facebook that I got a letter for an Amy and was sending it back to him, but wanted to let her know he wrote because it takes forever to get letters. Yeah, not a very good idea, but I am innocent. Ian has a shit ton of friends so I figure everyone’s cool with everyone. Not the case.

Amy replies it’s her and blah, blah, blah. She looks like a ho so I know it’s her. Ex gf/sugar mama comments a couple of days later and is LIVID. Apparently this chick is a huge drunk and a slut and was found passed out drunk around 9 at night with Ex’s 3-year-old child near a pool 750 ft from Ho’s house. I am guessing Ho and Ex were once friends before that incident and the cheating incident. I don’t know.

What I do know is that now Ian’s dog Niko needs a new home and Ex is DONE. And Ian gets to get out of jail and read how it all happened.

I didn’t even recall the story until after Ex convinced me she knew it was her and then it was like BAM! Oh shit, I totally fucked Ian’s world up. I was trying to convince her that this Amy could be lying. Whoops.

I came by it innocently because if I had known it was Amy, had Ian gave me more info than just calling her “the 22-year-old”, I would not have said a peep. Let Ian get burned by his actions another way. He would have anyway. It was inevitable. Just sucks that I was the one who let the cat out of the bag.

I am sure you are wondering why I would want him as a friend, but he’s just Ian. I know he is fucked up and it’s easier to have a friendship once in a while where you have little to no expectation. It’s a breather from being disappointed by friends you expect to be friends. Plus, he can’t use me when I don’t offer him anything.

So I have this friend who I am not so sure is a friend anymore.

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