Here’s to Hoping

I’m feeling rather pensive today. I always do when it comes to the time of getting something I desperately want, like a new laptop. Materialism at it’s finest? Maybe so. OK, more like definitely so.

Most can be in need of food or clothing or shelter… this is not where I was intending this post to go. I feel for those, but I am in need of being a little selfish. It’s all about me, damn it!

So I have to eat and take my morning medications. I then will head north to drop my nephew to my sister and have her trim my hair, then it’s back home where I touch base with D and hope all goes well.

I am sitting here worrying about sentence structure… I can’t wait to have a real PC in my hands. Not that it helps with sentence structure, but it doesn’t stop me from blaming iPad. My brain is fritz on the pad.

PS. Sorry for such a lackluster post. I do not apologize for any selfishness though. Unless it helps with the cosmos on me getting a laptop today. Even then, how true of an apology would it be? May disappointment not strike me today. Love you all.

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.

You’re doing it wrong!

Not Me

Look @ my bod, I workout!

This is an expert right here. Yes, I did just steal a Facebook ”Friend’s” photo off Facebook with her included message to post on my blog for anyone to see. Yes, it was marked friends only. But 2 things: I am not revealing her name nor am I going against any copyright law. She took the risk of posting to Facebook. With that aside…

So it was originally my belief that people joined and paid a monthly stipend for gyms to workout. Get fit. Exercise. Be healthy. I did not realize they paid to judge other people on attire and form and tattoos! Least we not forget the tattoos. Obviously people get tattoos just to impress others, or just this chick. It couldn’t possibly be anything more personal than that. They totally got the tattoo with just you in mind. Suffice to say, I’m not so impressed with your tattoo. Should you care? Not if you got it for the right reasons. Shouldn’t bother you a bit what I think.

Attire? Where’s your cute, impressive gym attire? I don’t see you donning any cute Fila, Adidas, or Nike wear. Just saying. You obviously believe people need to come to the gym to impress you. So why are you not impressed with those who are trying hard to workout? How dare they workout with A+ effort.

I am pretty sure the person with the poor form isn’t focusing on impressing you. They are doing it either the way it was taught to them, how others have proceeded to do it, trying to learn how to do it, or doing it that way because it’s what is comfortable to them.

Seems like Planet Fitness isn’t a good fit for you since it’s adamant about being a judgment-free zone. Maybe you belong at Gold’s … though they could very well judge you since you don’t look like you workout all that hard. Yeah, read the little comment where you talked of having been a member to many gyms. It doesn’t show.

Last little thing that bothers me, since you think what bothers you is so important, #hashtags are for Twitter, not Facebook. It would be understandable if you had your two accounts linked, but you posted this directly to Facebook so it looks dumb. I’m so not impressed.

God, that felt good. It’d feel better if I could make a snide remark to her, but I am a slight believer in that gangster motto, “If you don’t start no shit, there wouldn’t be no shit.” You have to choose your battles.

‘S’ or ‘Z’

english language logo

english language logo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

analyse analyze
idealise idealize
apologise apologize
realise realize

& the only word in which seeing an ‘s’ doesn’t bother me is ‘demise’ because demize doesn’t look right. I suppose the ‘s’ is used by most non-Americans and I truly hate to say this, but you’re doing it wrong. Though, I find it ironic that we managed to replace ‘s’ for ‘z’ in all those words, but left demise alone. Since ‘s’ is so soft wouldn’t it then be pronounced de-mice? I’m also flummoxed* the ‘z’ didn’t get to stretch as far as being placed in other words: because, as, does, was, is.

I think this is why the English language is one of the hardest languages to learn. It makes no fucking sense. Debauchery is pronounced de-bok-ory. In most any other word ‘ch’ is soft like in ‘changes’ not hard like a ‘k’. This is just the tip of the iceberg.

There are a shit ton more nuances, but in reading, it feels so wrong to see any of the words in the above list spelled with an ‘s’. It sticks out like a sore thumb and I just wish I could correct it sometimes (read: every time). You don’t look right, you don’t feel right so you must be wrong.

Maybe I’ll just learn Italian and move to Italy. Yes, all because of a language and its nuances.

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*Inserting a $10 word in a $2 slot just because I can.

My 2012 in Memes

This will be my last and final ‘Hoorah’ for 2012. I bid thee farewell and please do not drink and drive. Why? It’s fucking dumb and who wants to be fucking dumb? Well, maybe Dipshidiot and Alice/Brittany, but let’s just say for the sake of now they don’t count. Now to let bygones be motherfucking bygones. I hope you enjoy. See you in 2013, lovelies.

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