Just one of dem days

I really fucking hate my job. Let me say that again. I really fucking HATE my job. How much do I hate my job? Let's put it this way. I'd rather eat out one of the "ladies" "working" on K St. for 8 hours a day than be at my current job.

Today I got a lecture about email usage. Let's see, since I started this job you have taken away instant messenger and the internet from me. Kids, I work for a financial company and I can't even access the fucking website for the IRS! Are you kidding? Who in the hell goes to the IRS website for shits and giggles??? Let me tell you what a shear joy my job is. You'd think that email would be the next thing they'd take from me. Too bad my job is to respond to emails! Ugh, so over this place it isn't even funny.

Must change topic before brain explodes. I have definitely fallen right back into life in the "country". Tonight, after getting home (at 6:30 even though I left work at 4! Jealous?) I kicked off my shoes and changed into some shorts and a wife-beater. Give me some slack people. We still have no AC in the house.

I definitely felt country when I was walking across the property barefoot to see my sister. It is the simple things in life, like the grass between my toes on a muggy summer night that keep me from killing someone during the day. Oh, and if I had a digital camera worth anything, I'd take a picture of the thousands of lightning bugs in the fields around our house. Bet you city folk don't see them very much, now do you???

O happy day!

So this has just totally made my month. Are you kidding me? New Janet album and a Tori 5-CD rarities/b-sides box set released on the exact same day??? Yeah, I realize, they couldn't be any more different, but I'll be damned if they aren't my two favorite artists! (And to quote a friend "You've really out-gayed yourself Bernard") Yes, this has completely made my week. I needed this piece of good news, because the unthinkable has happened.

I am now officially living back out in Carroll County. Nearly four hours commuting each day. Not fun, especially when the heavens decide to open up for three straight days. Even though I'm living way out in Boo-Foo, I'll still be out and about on the town. I'll just be bouncing from one air mattress to the next on the weekends. If you see me out, buy a bitch a drink to help me forget that I'm homeless.

Watching the BET Awards right now. Here are a few thoughts. Beyonce, really? Is that all you can give for an opening performance? I expect so much more from you at this point. It was a fine performance, but I want more from you. And lastly, Chaka Khan, love you but DAYUM girl, that isn't a booty shelf it is a cupboard!

I'm a bitch

The other day, I left work later than planned and was none to pleased about this. Work has been sucking my ass lately and I am completely feed up. So, I leave the office in a huff, throw on my sunglasses and iPod, all set to loose myself in the commute back to DYD's. When I got onto the metro platform at Union, I noticed one of my co-workers standing there. I am friendly with this guy, we talk all the time at work. Not great friends or anything, but he is another person to complain about our shitty job with. Did I stop and talk to him? Nope, I just kept right on walking to the other end of the platform.

When I am commuting to and from work, no matter how long or short, I am in my own world. Especially in the mornings. I am not a morning person to begin with, then combine that with the fact I'm headed to a job I can't stand any more. Not pretty. Thankfully, music helps me wake up and get through the day. I'll often see people I know on my commute, but I never speak to anyone. That is my time. It is this little 30 minute slice of the day when I can be lost in my own thoughts and check out hot commuters behind the safety of my shades.

That night, on our way to see the Vodka Manx ,DYD and I discussed how a walk or metro ride to work is the perfect time to let your thoughts wander. So, if you see me on the metro during "business hours", feel free to nod hello or wave. Please don't expect more than that in return from me though!

Enjoy the silence???

OK, so I’ve been gone for a while. Life kind of has been chaotic and unsettled in the last month. Most of May I was pretty much in denial about Roomie moving to NYC and that I would be leaving our apartment. Was I ready for a change? Hell yes. But, I just couldn’t let go. So I put it all off until THE LAST MINUTE. Typical Bernie. I owe Poo-Dell the biggest THANK YOU in the world for helping me to move and putting up with my own unique brand of "until it is right in front of my face, it isn’t happening". Trust me, on May 31, Poo-Dell proved himself to be a saint of a friend.

Where am I living now? Well, that’s an interesting story. The arrangements that I thought were all but completely settled, yeah, apparently not so much. Suddenly, not only am I confronted with packing and saying good-bye to Roomie and that chapter of my life, now I am back to finding a place to live. I absolutely fucking HATE looking for apartments in this city. So, for the time being, I am living on air mattresses with my friends. The first week was Poo-Dell and his bf in their new place together. After that, it was on to DYD’s place with his bf, which is where I am writing this from right now.

I am so thankful for the friends that I have. This past weekend I was home to see my family for Father’s Day. My older sister asked me about three times how I was doing.

Sister: "No, seriously, how are you?"
Me: "I’m fine, I swear."
Sister: "I’m so proud of you."
Me: "Why? Because I am homeless?"

If it weren’t for the amazing friends I have, I would be writing this from Carroll County, MD in my parents non-air conditioned house. Can we talk about miserable? Yeah, my thoughts too.
So, I am in the middle of the great apartment hunt right now. Good times. There isn’t a lot else to report from the last month. Roomie moved on possibly one of the DRUNKEST nights of my life. The Sunday of Memorial Day weekend was ridiculous. That is all that I can say. Nearly 12 hours straight drinking is not recommended for anyone. Especially when you have agreed to help a friend move the next day in 90 degree weather.

I saw Kathy Griffin in Baltimore. Fucking hysterical. I laughed so hard I was crying. DC Pride came and went. In true Pride tradition, I missed most of it. I was home with my family to celebrate my college friend’s 30th birthday that Saturday and only made it back in time to see DJ Able at Nation. It was a good time, but not as fun as if all the Mean Girls had been there. Pride Sunday, DYD and I pretty much did nothing.

I have to mention part of what is getting me through this rough time. Make fun of what I am about to say all you want, but this is what gets me through every day without completely going postal. That’s right, not one, not two but THREE of my divas have new songs out with albums to follow this fall. Christina, Beyonce and Janet all have released songs in the last two weeks. If you see me walking down the street, apparently talking to myself, no worries. I am just trying to keep my sanity and rock out with my girls at the same time.

One last note. Last Tuesday was another crazy fucking night out drinking, and this guy witnessed something that can only be described as movie magic: Jamie and I performing "How Many Licks" at DIK Bar karaoke. Now, commence your mockery.