Tracy: queen bed okay?
Annie: ;)
Annie: you bet it is.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
people make me sad
sad –adjective, sad·der, sad·dest.
1. affected by unhappiness or grief; sorrowful or mournful: to feel sad because a close friend has moved away.
2. expressive of or characterized by sorrow: sad looks; a sad song.
3. causing sorrow: a sad disappointment; sad news.
4. (of color) somber, dark, or dull; drab.
5. deplorably bad; sorry: a sad attempt.
6. Obsolete. firm or steadfast.
1. affected by unhappiness or grief; sorrowful or mournful: to feel sad because a close friend has moved away.
2. expressive of or characterized by sorrow: sad looks; a sad song.
3. causing sorrow: a sad disappointment; sad news.
4. (of color) somber, dark, or dull; drab.
5. deplorably bad; sorry: a sad attempt.
6. Obsolete. firm or steadfast.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Six Days In
So I've been dedicated to the cause with a little variation.
No dates, but I've definitely been in contact with people I thought I was interested in. The most interesting thing about this experiment thus far is that I'm finding that when entering a social exchange with someone I thought I was interested in, I'm finding that there really isn't anything about them that I'm romantically interested in. The other thing I've noticed is that since deciding not to date and to use this month to grow as a person, it's been like blood in the water.
Now, don't get me wrong, I've never been the type of girl who thinks she's lusted after. It's quite the opposite. I'm the type of girl who doesn't think anyone really "likes" her until they've spelled it out. I think a lot of that is straight up naivety (duh) but a lot of it it also retarded self-esteem issues that I've dealt with for like, years?
So the run-down? Shall we?
March 31 I went on my last official date before the "Month of Celibacy" started. He was 35 (claimed to be young at heart -- THIS IS A WARNING SIGN!!) and made a lot of false promises. Said he owned his own business (he was an actor and promoted "himself" as his business), said he was educated (...). It was one of those instances where at first you think someone is very good looking but it turns out they're not and it was just lucky lighting. The whole moral of this story is that if you're 35 and not married and looking to date 21 year olds, there's probably a good reason for it.
Since then I've sort of detached from the work crush, the Queens crush, etc. I didn't think it would be as easy as it has been but I guess you're always surprised when your willpower kicks in. You start to find the things everyone else notices but you don't because you're just so blindsided by lust or "like".
The whole thing, thus far, has resulted in the following, and this is only 6 days in. I've become a lot happier. I'm not worried as much about the stupid shit in life. Work seems a lot more light hearted. Home is a little less trying. Even the dog and I are getting along better. This past Saturday I spent the whole day by myself. I listened to whatever I wanted to on my ipod in the car, smoked too many cigarettes, drove fast, went shopping, bought all new clothes, got my eyebrows waxed and went for a super long walk with the dog. It was great. I didn't think about men once.
This Saturday after picking up my sister from the airport and going out for a drink with Tracy for Nicole's birthday, I headed down to Queens to hang out with Joe and his friend Pete. We were at a bar in Bayside and Joe was waiting outside for me when I pulled in. After he finished his cigarette, I went to enter the bar and some Persian guy grabbed my handed and started spitting game.
"You're so gorgeous, don't go inside, stay here and talk to me."
I can't, it's my friend's birthday.
"He looks like Napoleon Dynamite. You need to hang out with me."
I cannot. Sorry.
"Just tell me your name."
At this exact moment, Joe yells from inside, "Annie!"
"Your name is Annie? That's beautiful. What are you, Annie?"
Italian.
"I love Italians."
I really have to go.
"Okay, I'll see you inside."
Joe bought me a drink, and I was talking to him and Pete for a while when the Persian entered the bar again and proceeded to stare me down. I went back outside to make a phone call real quick and smoke another cigarette when he approached me again, spitting all types of crazy little lines. So I gave in. I gave him my number but didn't take his. If he calls, we'll see what happens with that.
Anyway, I'll update again when some more time has passed. I'm hopeful about this whole experience which is a new thing too.
No dates, but I've definitely been in contact with people I thought I was interested in. The most interesting thing about this experiment thus far is that I'm finding that when entering a social exchange with someone I thought I was interested in, I'm finding that there really isn't anything about them that I'm romantically interested in. The other thing I've noticed is that since deciding not to date and to use this month to grow as a person, it's been like blood in the water.
Now, don't get me wrong, I've never been the type of girl who thinks she's lusted after. It's quite the opposite. I'm the type of girl who doesn't think anyone really "likes" her until they've spelled it out. I think a lot of that is straight up naivety (duh) but a lot of it it also retarded self-esteem issues that I've dealt with for like, years?
So the run-down? Shall we?
March 31 I went on my last official date before the "Month of Celibacy" started. He was 35 (claimed to be young at heart -- THIS IS A WARNING SIGN!!) and made a lot of false promises. Said he owned his own business (he was an actor and promoted "himself" as his business), said he was educated (...). It was one of those instances where at first you think someone is very good looking but it turns out they're not and it was just lucky lighting. The whole moral of this story is that if you're 35 and not married and looking to date 21 year olds, there's probably a good reason for it.
Since then I've sort of detached from the work crush, the Queens crush, etc. I didn't think it would be as easy as it has been but I guess you're always surprised when your willpower kicks in. You start to find the things everyone else notices but you don't because you're just so blindsided by lust or "like".
The whole thing, thus far, has resulted in the following, and this is only 6 days in. I've become a lot happier. I'm not worried as much about the stupid shit in life. Work seems a lot more light hearted. Home is a little less trying. Even the dog and I are getting along better. This past Saturday I spent the whole day by myself. I listened to whatever I wanted to on my ipod in the car, smoked too many cigarettes, drove fast, went shopping, bought all new clothes, got my eyebrows waxed and went for a super long walk with the dog. It was great. I didn't think about men once.
This Saturday after picking up my sister from the airport and going out for a drink with Tracy for Nicole's birthday, I headed down to Queens to hang out with Joe and his friend Pete. We were at a bar in Bayside and Joe was waiting outside for me when I pulled in. After he finished his cigarette, I went to enter the bar and some Persian guy grabbed my handed and started spitting game.
"You're so gorgeous, don't go inside, stay here and talk to me."
I can't, it's my friend's birthday.
"He looks like Napoleon Dynamite. You need to hang out with me."
I cannot. Sorry.
"Just tell me your name."
At this exact moment, Joe yells from inside, "Annie!"
"Your name is Annie? That's beautiful. What are you, Annie?"
Italian.
"I love Italians."
I really have to go.
"Okay, I'll see you inside."
Joe bought me a drink, and I was talking to him and Pete for a while when the Persian entered the bar again and proceeded to stare me down. I went back outside to make a phone call real quick and smoke another cigarette when he approached me again, spitting all types of crazy little lines. So I gave in. I gave him my number but didn't take his. If he calls, we'll see what happens with that.
Anyway, I'll update again when some more time has passed. I'm hopeful about this whole experience which is a new thing too.
Weird and a little sad
Heart Transplant Patient Kills Himself in Same Manner as Donor
Sunday, April 06, 2008
HILTON HEAD ISLAND, S.C. — A man who received a heart transplant 12 years ago and later married the donor's widow died the same way the donor did, authorities said: of a self-inflicted gunshot wound.
No foul play was suspected in 69-year-old Sonny Graham's death at his Vidalia, Ga., home, investigators said. He was found Tuesday in a utility building in his backyard with a single shotgun wound to the throat, said Greg Harvey, a special agent with the Georgia Bureau of Investigation.
Graham, who was director of the Heritage golf tournament at Sea Pines from 1979 to 1983, was on the verge of congestive heart failure in 1995 when he got a call that a heart was available in Charleston.
That heart was from Terry Cottle, 33, who had shot himself, Berkeley County Coroner Glenn Rhoad said.
Grateful for his new heart, Graham began writing letters to the donor's family to thank them. In January 1997, Graham met his donor's widow, Cheryl Cottle, then 28, in Charleston.
"I felt like I had known her for years," Graham told The (Hilton Head) Island Packet for a story in 2006. "I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I just stared."
In 2001, Graham bought a home for Cottle and her four children in Vidalia. Three years later, they were married after Graham retired from his job as a plant manager for Hargray Communications in Hilton Head.
From their previous marriages, the couple had six children and six grandchildren scattered across South Carolina and Georgia.
Cheryl Graham, now 39, has worked at several hospices in Vidalia. A telephone message left Sunday at a listing for Cheryl and Sonny Graham in Vidalia was not immediately returned.
Sonny Graham's friends said he would be remembered for his willingness to help people.
"Any time someone had a problem, the first reaction was, 'Call Sonny Graham,' " said Bill Carson, Graham's friend for more than 40 years. "It didn't matter whether you had a flat tire on the side of the road or your washing machine didn't work. He didn't even have to know you to help you."
Sunday, April 06, 2008
HILTON HEAD ISLAND, S.C. — A man who received a heart transplant 12 years ago and later married the donor's widow died the same way the donor did, authorities said: of a self-inflicted gunshot wound.
No foul play was suspected in 69-year-old Sonny Graham's death at his Vidalia, Ga., home, investigators said. He was found Tuesday in a utility building in his backyard with a single shotgun wound to the throat, said Greg Harvey, a special agent with the Georgia Bureau of Investigation.
Graham, who was director of the Heritage golf tournament at Sea Pines from 1979 to 1983, was on the verge of congestive heart failure in 1995 when he got a call that a heart was available in Charleston.
That heart was from Terry Cottle, 33, who had shot himself, Berkeley County Coroner Glenn Rhoad said.
Grateful for his new heart, Graham began writing letters to the donor's family to thank them. In January 1997, Graham met his donor's widow, Cheryl Cottle, then 28, in Charleston.
"I felt like I had known her for years," Graham told The (Hilton Head) Island Packet for a story in 2006. "I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I just stared."
In 2001, Graham bought a home for Cottle and her four children in Vidalia. Three years later, they were married after Graham retired from his job as a plant manager for Hargray Communications in Hilton Head.
From their previous marriages, the couple had six children and six grandchildren scattered across South Carolina and Georgia.
Cheryl Graham, now 39, has worked at several hospices in Vidalia. A telephone message left Sunday at a listing for Cheryl and Sonny Graham in Vidalia was not immediately returned.
Sonny Graham's friends said he would be remembered for his willingness to help people.
"Any time someone had a problem, the first reaction was, 'Call Sonny Graham,' " said Bill Carson, Graham's friend for more than 40 years. "It didn't matter whether you had a flat tire on the side of the road or your washing machine didn't work. He didn't even have to know you to help you."
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
g e n n a
genna:yo fresh prince is a fantastic show
im buying that shit on dvd
seriously
me: a classic indeed
genna: it really is though
its still on tv
like 15 years after is been over.
me: will smith is the shit
genna: he really is though.
me: anytime "switch" comes up on my itunes i just need to dance
i just love him
genna: OMG me too
im so not attracted to black guys
but i would fuck that man 50 different ways
me: ABSOLUTELY.
genna: he is probably one of the sexiest human beings alive
omg annie
can we do something when i get back
me: . . .
genna: can we dedicate a night to will smith
me: YES
genna: and watch like a bunch of his movies
and drool over him
and talk about how we're pathetic losers watching his movies worshiping him and how we'll never be able to do him
OMG and we need to buy the dvd box set of fresh prince
god.. im a loser.
me: what would that cost?
genna: i donno..hang on ill check
its like 80 bucks for 4 seasons!
thats gay!
me: WHAAAAAT
genna: but if we bought them separately its like 20-30 bucks
me:
what about ebay?
or amazon
genna: im on amazon
ebay?
we can get all 6 seasons for 80 bucks though
me: that's not so bad
genna: nah
you should be watching fresh prince right now
me: i don't have a tv in my room dbag
genna: GET ONE!
me: i'm gonna
genna:
but fo' real.. will smith night
im holding you to that
we will bake brownies, drink , and do drugs and watch will sm ith
me:
i'll put it on my list of things to do when you return
genna:
hahahah
i wish i could see hinm nekked
i bet he has a big wiener
me:
and i'll offer a sleepover before you knock out in my room
genna:
hahahahah
deal!
im excited
ok, soo what will smith movies dou already have
i bought I am Legend
so we have that one
we need to get bad boys, hitch, anbd fuckiung MEN IN BLACK!
oh i robot
me:
i didn't see that one
do we have to watch i am legend, again?
genna:
no.. we dont
me:
okay
independence day
genna:
but i have it in case you change your mind
enemy of the stae
state
annie:
i'm not going to change my mind
genna:
i dont wanna watch the pursuit of happyness cause im not trying to be sad when i watch will
shut up annie
annie:
i'm just saying
im buying that shit on dvd
seriously
me: a classic indeed
genna: it really is though
its still on tv
like 15 years after is been over.
me: will smith is the shit
genna: he really is though.
me: anytime "switch" comes up on my itunes i just need to dance
i just love him
genna: OMG me too
im so not attracted to black guys
but i would fuck that man 50 different ways
me: ABSOLUTELY.
genna: he is probably one of the sexiest human beings alive
omg annie
can we do something when i get back
me: . . .
genna: can we dedicate a night to will smith
me: YES
genna: and watch like a bunch of his movies
and drool over him
and talk about how we're pathetic losers watching his movies worshiping him and how we'll never be able to do him
OMG and we need to buy the dvd box set of fresh prince
god.. im a loser.
me: what would that cost?
genna: i donno..hang on ill check
its like 80 bucks for 4 seasons!
thats gay!
me: WHAAAAAT
genna: but if we bought them separately its like 20-30 bucks
me:
what about ebay?
or amazon
genna: im on amazon
ebay?
we can get all 6 seasons for 80 bucks though
me: that's not so bad
genna: nah
you should be watching fresh prince right now
me: i don't have a tv in my room dbag
genna: GET ONE!
me: i'm gonna
genna:
but fo' real.. will smith night
im holding you to that
we will bake brownies, drink , and do drugs and watch will sm ith
me:
i'll put it on my list of things to do when you return
genna:
hahahah
i wish i could see hinm nekked
i bet he has a big wiener
me:
and i'll offer a sleepover before you knock out in my room
genna:
hahahahah
deal!
im excited
ok, soo what will smith movies dou already have
i bought I am Legend
so we have that one
we need to get bad boys, hitch, anbd fuckiung MEN IN BLACK!
oh i robot
me:
i didn't see that one
do we have to watch i am legend, again?
genna:
no.. we dont
me:
okay
independence day
genna:
but i have it in case you change your mind
enemy of the stae
state
annie:
i'm not going to change my mind
genna:
i dont wanna watch the pursuit of happyness cause im not trying to be sad when i watch will
shut up annie
annie:
i'm just saying
