2.18.2007

Malibu and sprite

My ankle has been swollen for like over a week now. I have no idea why. I’ve resorted to ice seeing how I’ve just been laying here all today drinking. Usually I’m up all the time. I like Malibu. It’s really good when mixed with Sprite. I’m going to have to finish this entry later. I’m distracted.

2.08.2007

the "forgetting" pill

I was watching this television show the other night where these doctors had invented a pill that, if taken at least 72 hours after, can help you forget an incident. In this episode, the father wanted to let the daughter take the pill so she could forget her minister raped her. The mother didn’t want the child to take the pill. She never really fully explained why, but I gather it was not because she was unsympathetic. One of her arguments was bad and good things shape who you are in the end. I get that, but there are some bad things that people can do without – and he or she would still come out just fine.

While the thought of using a pill to forget things seems a bit daunting, I can’t help but think what if it was for a good reason? The mother can’t possibly know what her daughter went through. I’m sure she feels like none of her family or friends really understands her, because the truth is no one does. The daughter has an option to get out of something she didn’t want in the first place. We have the morning-after pill for those who had the option to use a condom or for those whose condom broke. So why can’t there be a option for her? Especially since the daughter had no other options in anything else. She couldn’t choose whether or not to be taken advantage of. She didn’t choose to be reminded of it every night when she has nightmares. It’s not fun being able to remember some things. Sometimes you’d rather just die than go through thoughts of something that traumatic – not knowing how long it’s going to haunt you. Not knowing if you will ever feel clean again. Not knowing if that feeling of wanting to jump out of your skin will ever go away. If it meant it would make even some of the pain go away it would be worth it. If I had the choice I’d take it in a heart beat.

2.06.2007

the clunker

I have never been so happy to be in my car like I am now. It all started Monday when I had to take my car to the shop. See, I had to get new tires because my car was not aligned. So I had to get my car aligned with the new tires. While it was there I went ahead and got an oil change. Then of course they founded out I needed new brake pads. Grand total: $427, but that’s another story.

Instead of taking my mother’s comfy Mercedes to work I decided to take my brother’s old clunker to work. I really didn’t know how bad it was until Tuesday. But I figured, what’s the harm? After all, raise time is coming up, so I wouldn’t hurt for the boss to see me in the clunker. I imaged parking right by the head of the department. I close the driver’s doors and the back bumper drops off as its been hanging by the thread. He thinks “we should probably give that girl a raise.”

Unfortunately the plan didn’t go accordingly. The drive to work wasn’t so bad. It was the drive back home that had me worried. That was when I heard the awful loud noise of construction on Midway as I sat at the stop light. It wasn’t until five more miles down the road at another stop light, I realized the “construction noise” was still there but no construction. As I was looking around, everyone was looking at me. The car made this loud drilling-like noise whenever I stopped. I was so scared it was going to explode. That’s when I notice the high winds. I looked to my left and saw a huge slit in between the window glass and the door frame. I felt like I was in Fred Flinstone’s vehicle with no top or windows. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had to start using my feet to move the car. I felt like the car would break down at any moment. I had never been so happy to see my car.

2.01.2007

no more Starbucks for me...

Since I’ve been freezing at work I finally decided to go down to our new Starbucks to get something warm to drink. We used to have one in our company’s convenience store. But a couple of days ago they created a new one in the center of the building. I heard it was snazzier, so I was excited about going. I was wearing my black turtleneck with a cute tweed skirt and knee-high boots – perfect for this winter weather. Never mind the fact, I really can’t have anything with caffeine in it or I don’t like tea.

As I was standing in line contemplating what to order, a hot guy walks up behind me. If you have ever worked at the place I work at, you would understand that is rare - to find a hot, young man who is not married. I didn’t want tea, because I can’t justify spending that much money on something I can barely stand to drink. So I decided to order hot chocolate. Since it’s for wimps, I whispered it to the over-the-counter guy that I wanted a tall hot chocolate.

As I waited for my drink to be fixed, I smirked at the hottie standing nearby. He asked me how I was doing and I did the same. Then all of a sudden a woman yells, “Hot chocolate!” I ran quickly to the counter hoping he wouldn’t notice me with my hot chocolate. I was so embarrassed. I briskly walked out the door hoping he would forget all about me and my kid-friendly drink. H

ow weak is that? Ordering hot chocolate. I so didn’t look like a grown up. I think I’m going to just stick to carrying my Starbucks cup around the office with water. That way I don’t have to worry about someone busting my secret and I don’t have to spend nearly $5 a day at that place.