Strippers have personalities, too. February 26, 2007
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Last night I found myself sitting in a strip club with my boyfriend and his battle buddy. Surprisingly, all of the dancers had normal looking bodies with normal size boobs and some even had the dreaded belly buldge that us females try to fight all our live long day. Not one personified the pornstar-bimbo stereotype that one might think of: blond hair, enormous fake breasts, without much intellectual bearing (think Hugh Hefner’s girlfriends on television). You can say that strippers capitalize on their bodies and give women a bad name. Yeah, okay, I say that, too, for the most part. However, I actually sat down and talked with one for a few brief moments and found that she, and most of the other dancers there, were just like me (except I don’t take my clothes off and shake my ass for a living). Some go to school, some are married or in a relationship, some have kids and they are simply just trying to make a living. Although I do enjoy my pornography from time to time, I can’t say that I’ve been gung-ho about entering a porn shop or going to a strip joint… but I will endure it. Hell, I might venture to say that I even enjoyed myself last night. …Yeah, I think I did.
Besides, after having my car broken into the other night, I deserved a drink or two.
Oh yeah, someone B & E-ed my car. Not bacon and eggs. They broke it and entered it and swiped my cd player, some of my cds, my cd player adapter, my phone charger, and Dan’s clothes. Yeah, okay, so someone explain this to me: of 5 cd cases that were tucked away secretly in my car (under the seat and console, that is)… why do they take the smallest cd case in the damn car holding the least amount of cds? (Those cds happened to belong to me, unfortunately, although I do have to commend them on their excellent musical taste). And of all things, they took my phone charger? Come on. I mean, I know there isn’t a such thing as a smart criminal… but seriously, how about a criminal with some common sense? Granted, I am very thankful the dude only got away with a minimal amount of stuff, but lord, he could have made out with so much more had he a brain. As to be expected, I was not a happy camper after discovering that. But to be honest, I was more annoyed with the fact that the whole ordeal was a giant pain in the ass inconvenience than angry over my stuff having been stolen. It’ll cost more to replace the broken window than it will be to replace the contents.
Anyway, that’s my story.
I’m in Georgia, and you’re not. February 23, 2007
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I am laying in bed. In Georgia. In my hotel room (previously mentioned in this post). I am waiting on Dan to get out of processing at 6pm. He and his buddies graduated this morning and, for the second time in two days, I cried because I was proud and a pussy. I freaking cry at everything and this must stop. Two of the boys are on their way home to the Northeast and I miss them already. Dan and the other are going to Airborne, so they have to do a lot of paperwork shit. So far, that’s the update on the Best Weekend Ever. I’d mention the fabulous sex and stuff, but you can look that up on The Imaginary Erotic Story Archive.
In any case, I’m going to take a jacuzzi bath in my jacuzzi bathtub. So you all have fun working and shit. I’ll say a little prayer for your non-vacationed asses while I’m simmering in my tub. Ha.
Denise: cardboard that tastes like chicken. You can lick it and you won’t be cheating.
It’s been a long time.. February 18, 2007
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After looking through nearly 200 or so photos that the army has up on the website, know how many I found of Dan’s goofy ass? One. This is ridiculous.
In any case, I wrote a long ass post yesterday afternoon before work and when I pressed “Publish” the post got lost somewhere in cyberspace. So let me fill you in: I had lunch with my parents. I will never do that again.
Work is about as typical as work can get. I do my shit and I’m out of there. Unless I take some carless employees home. I’m becoming more vocal about certain aspects of my job…more often than not my vocalization is venting under my breath about people who aren’t doing their job. Maybe I’m just touchy and get annoyed easily, so I’m taking that into consideration. I won’t stress on this too much (the topic, that is) because there is no point in it… it’ll get me riled up and put me in a bad mood for work in 2.25 hours.
My decision to quit smoking for Lent shall be cemented this Wednesday. I figure if I can do it for 40 days, then I may as well quit altogether. This will be difficult as 75% of my coworkers smoke, as does Denise…who I hang out with everyday. Wednesday also is the day that I drive 5 hours up to Georgia to see Dan and his “battle buddies” graduate from boot camp. In Dan’s case, this means he’s one more step closer to Special Forces… which he now has a contract for. I’m so freaking proud and everyone will know it. But back to my original point! I’m quitting smoking and wish me luck. That’s all for that.
Actually, that’s all. I have nothing more to say right now.
Follow up February 10, 2007
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Alright… I’ve been thinking about how to respond to Jason’s comment left on my post “Chatting with God.” To add to that, Dan has also posted a comment and I feel that perhaps I may need to clarify. I shall do my best, please don’t be too disappointed because it’s freaking late and I’m freaking tired. (But I know that if I don’t address this now, I probably won’t for a while). Apparently, my post has received a bit of differing opinions when I only posted to make a comment about how I felt about that conversation. I was mainly disappointed in my friend’s reaction to something that she hadn’t really witnessed… as I mentioned, having not seen her father since June she has no definite/clear/tangible indication as to whether or not his “change” has been good or bad.
Going to church can be good for some, yet bad for others. In my experience, attending church has never left me worse off than I was before… so we can conclude that my experiences have been good. Some, on the other hand, may have had bad encounters.
I know several people who have had bad experiences with the Christian faith. Example: my boyfriend. He was exposed to a very hypocritical side of religion (as one can experience with any religion). What I mean by that is that he grew up around people who identified with the Christian faith but did not seem to practice it. For instance, people who prayed and all but beat their kids, judged others who are not like them, used church as a way of moving up in society, etc. all in the name of the Lord. This, I do not agree with. I have been exposed to both sides: the hypocritical and genuine faces of Christianity. I have been fortunate enough to know and be led by people who admit their own mistakes, accept others for who they are, explain things with facts and tell you the “why.” This isn’t true for all people. I know there will come a day when my pastor says something I don’t agree with. Every church will. There will never be a view/denomination/church/whatever that coincides 100% with everything you believe. A sad fact of life, yes. But true. I’m not waiting for it to happen, but I know it will come. I won’t walk out in the middle of the service and get pissed off and angry and vow never to return again! I realize that there are many things stated in the Bible and preached about that I need to understand and accept (for if you are a Christian, the Bible is viewed as The Truth).
While some may have attended churches that do not preach much about Love and Acceptance, etc. that is not necessarily the case for all. And while some may have been to churches that do practice such messages, one may find that over half of its congregation practices differently than they preach. I assure you, however, that both exist. If you try and wait to be disappointed, you will be. It’s the case for all things, not just religion. It’s more or less setting yourself up for it. Not all places are accepting, but some are. It’s kind of like saying that one bad apple spoils the bunch. Should all be written off just for a few bad examples?
For my last point before I retire to bed.. if you feel that you are taking a turn for the worst after attending a service think about why you feel that way. (I feel like a freaking psychotherapist… “how do you feel?”). I have been taught that we are no better or no worse than anyone else. For example, Denise and I were talking about premartial sex this afternoon in relation to Christianity. The topic of that isn’t necessarily what I’m getting at, so hold on. What got me thinking was something Ray said in class…or a sermon.. about how we shouldn’t judge others because we are all guilty. The fact that I’ve only had sex with 4 people (yes, that’s the truth) (but I don’t count one, so let’s say 3) doesn’t mean I’m any better than a prostitute who’s had sex with around 60. We both sinned. The fact that I’ve thought about slowly torturing someone and maybe slicing off a finger or two makes me no better than someone who actually did. If anything, learning about my faith has taught me to be less judgmental. But like I said, this is all from my personal experience… I can’t say the same for everyone else.
Chatting with God February 7, 2007
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“My dad started going to church…it’s weird. He’s changed.”
“For better or worse?”
“Worse. It’s not him. He’s doing it for his girlfriend.”
“Church is…not good for him?”
“I mean… organized religion is bullshit… and it’s just not him.”
“Not all organized religion is bad.”
“Yeah… but…”
Number One: I have heard “yeah..but…” way too many times in the last month for this to even be normal. “Yeah..but..” is the answer for Fence Sitters. Fence Sitters are notorious for making excuses for nearly everything, especially their actions and to validate their position on something they don’t know if they truly believe in.
Number Two: Since when was going to church something that can make you into a worse person than you were before? While that may be true for some people, perhaps people who take things out of context (example: start making judgments on people who don’t believe the same thing), I have never known someone to turn out worse than they were before. O.K., that’s a lie. I knew a girl who started going and did take things out of context and judged everyone else for the same things she did… so yeah, it can happen. But without having even seen her father since June, she’s already making the assumption that his going to church is a bad thing.
Things that prompt me to make a change. February 4, 2007
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Devin mentioned a few days (or week?) ago that something caught his attention when he was looking at his Stats. He was referring to some odd search engine query about onions or pants or penises or something (yes, I could look for that post of his, but I’m too lazy). Okay, I checked: “Men nipple juice.” (Which, is baffling why someone would search for that… and second, I now question what Devin has been writing about lately to bring his blog up on a search for that). In any case, back to my original observation… someone has searched my exact blog address. Not just one person, but about 6 or so. Enough so that I have the most hits for that term on my Stats page.
…just thought that was interesting. Who on earth searches me?
Church this morning had a God-like message (as it always does..). One of those tangents today being to forgive others. Actually, Ray said it more like a side note and it wasn’t even the topic of discussion (which, by the way, was how Jesus showed his authority by healing, teaching, exorcism, and something else). It tied in with a dream I had this morning about someone I knew and I immediately thought of her when Ray brought this up. I’ve been struggling with this whole issue a lot lately. The forgiveness thing, that is. I mean, yeah, I forgive them (“Them” being old friends of mine), but is it necessary for them to know I do? Can I just forgive someone and have that be the end of it? Can I even grant forgiveness when I, myself, have not asked for it? I feel inclined to let them know. Granted, they really don’t give two shits whether I do or not and they don’t want to talk to me as much as I don’t want to talk to them… but still, I feel that they should know. I feel the need for closure in all of this because I still haven’t let it go. Scratch that, I have let it go generally speaking, but something still nags at me.
Let me just get this out there while I’m rambling: I know I was a shithead. I admit that and I do so freely. But I was not the only shithead. There were 5 other specific shitheads. One I am engaged to, the other I have made peace with and we talk occasionally. I know I’m not free from blame because I did just as many horrible things as everyone else did. I am no better and no worse than they and the same goes for them. I think what I really want is to know that they’re okay. And, yeah, perhaps I should just forget about it all and some people would ask why it even matters. I don’t know, it just does. I don’t even think I want an apology for anything anymore. If they feel bad, they do. If they don’t, they don’t. I just want that closure. Not an argument, not a debate, not a pity-sob party, not a friendship, not a rebuilding of broken bridges… not any of that. I just want it to be officially over and have that closure that we were all denied because our own immaturity kept us from being adult about the situation.
I’m not an idiot or a pushover for wanting this. People can say all they want… that even thinking about it starts it all up again. But I don’t care. Why go around with that bitterness and anger and hate? I don’t want to smother the good things I have inside of me with that. It’s a waste of energy.
After the storm.. February 4, 2007
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If you read/watch the news, you may have heard about a deadly tornado that swept through the Central Florida area taking around 20 lives with it. Have you? Those who have been paying attention for the last few months may be aware that I reside in this little chunk of Florida close to the Gulf of Mexico. As a Miserable Native of Florida, I am accustomed to storms, lightning, hurricanes, and tornadoes (-os?) (shit, I’m an English major… ). I am used to this. None of this stormy weather phases me. Until this past tornado. Not only did Mother Nature give birth to this cyclonic terror around 2.3 miles from where I live… but it hit very close to home. By close, I mean my neighbors’ back yard. So near, in fact, that our motion/light sensor went off at 3 a.m. as lightning crashed into my neighbors’ chimney and water pump. And by “it” hit close… I mean the outskirts of it. The tornado was not actually in our backyard…but part of it was.
Anyway, that’s my story.
OH! Wait, it’s not! The whole point was that this tornado fucked up my system. I can no longer establish a wireless connection (to whoever’s wireless port I’m tapping into… ) and dial-up has not been possible until I honed in on my Computer Genius skills and fixed the modem thing.
Yeah, so that’s the point.
