Hypnotic on my Heart

God I feel old. Old and scared. Old because I just had a birthday. Scared because there is a mouse in my house. Both occurred on the same day.
I had a small get-together of friends/co-workers for the celebration of my decent into time. It was fun. We sat around and drank playing cards and various other board and card games. We laughed and had a good time until around 2 a.m. when there was only four of us (humans) left. We were sitting around the kitchen table talking when a co-worker (we’ll call him Gossip Queen – even though he’s straight and engaged, he’s still a queen) said, “you know you have a mouse? Seriously, it just scampered across your kitchen floor.”
So I screamed and asked the men to kindly help me find and dispose of the mouse. They couldn’t find it. I thought it disappeared back into the cellar, where it came from. I didn’t see it or hear from it again. I thought it was gone.
I decided to get a few mouse traps just in case. Because, you know, I don’t want to be sleeping and have that creepy thing crawl on me and poop in my mouth!!
So I set the traps with peanut butter and waited. I went back into the kitchen and saw the trap had been moved, the peanut butter semi-eaten – yet, no mickey mouse in the trapy-trap.
So I’m scared. I got a few more different kind of traps today to see if Modest Mouse will trigger them. So we’ll see if that works.
Right now…I’m just feeling scared …and old.

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I was at the bar the other night and ordered a "Sex and the city" martini. I started thinking about the show and about my life.

I just recently started watching the show. I had heard from my friends that it was great and I just had to see it. Recently, every time I'd sit down to watch TV for a bit before bed, it just happend to be on TBS. So I started watching the show, and now I'm DVR'ing them so I can watch it in my spare time. I like the show; it's very entertaining.

But I often find myself thinking that my life is NOTHING like the show. I'm a young, fairly attractive, single, 20-something. Is my life supposed to be like that? Am I supposed to be entertaining a gentleman every night? Am I supposed to be going out to bars night in and night out like a desperate woman looking for a man?

Maybe that's my problem. I don't go out that often - I try to make it once every (or every other) week. But is that enough? Would that get me laid more often? Would that find me a suitable man to settle down with? Maybe.

But should it be like that? I don't know. Maybe it's just me but I think that looks desperate - which I'm not. I'm cool with being single. Obviously I'd like to share my life with someone, but it's not a requisite in my life.

Maybe I should try going out 3-5 times per week to see if that'll make my life complete.

Labels: bars, boys, relationships, sex

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First of all let me just say this is the most annoyingly stupid cast of Wheel of Fortune players I have EVER seen.

Sorry, that was just bugging the holy beejesus out of me.

So here I am. Relaxing. After a long day of work. Sipping a glass of red wine. Eating my healthy chicken dinner on the couch. Watching the Wheel. Feeling like an adult(ish).

I just remember what couldn't be more than three months ago. Me wishing and hoping and praying for a "big girl job." Waiting for the day I can move out of my parent's basement and make a home and a name for myself in a place where no one knows my name (permission granted to humm "Boston" - if you know what I'm talking about here, I applaud you).

Now. My dreams, well, almost all of them, have been realized.

I am on my own. Dealing with a landlord I can't stand. Putting things like steak knives and Lawry's seasoning salt on my shopping list. Needing to go to the bank to open a checking account so I can pay bills. Putting Mylar numbers on my mailbox. Stopping at the liquor store after work to get wine (and not getting carded by the way).

I also remember a time not too long ago when I looked at some of my favorite bloggers and thought to myself, "I'd like a life like them. To be able to sip wine while watching whatever you want on TV after getting in from a date your mother doesn't have to know about while blogging on your bed. That sounds like the life for me."

It's now that I realize I am like that. And it's just as glamorous as previously expected. Well, maybe not COMPLETELY as glamorous as expected ... but close.

I feel like such an adult. I called Long Time Friend back in Michigan just to talk about this. She concurred that we are growing up and it's scary as hell ... but also damn exciting.

Labels: apartment, becomming an adult, blogging, daily times, excitement, hopes and dreams, jobs, long time friend, on my own, working

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In addition to having a new residence and a new job and a handful of other new experiences, today I had my very first laundromat experience EVER.

In addition to everything else that needs to be finished in my apartment, my landlord has yet to put the washer/dryer hookup in my basement. Hence, I had to use the laundromat.

At the beginning, I was extremely intimidated. On my way, I almost turned around and told myself I would do my laundry on a weeknight so there wouldn't be as many people there. But I stayed. When I got there, I noticed that in the midst of my nervousness, I forgot my laundry detergent and softener. I thought, oh no, this is horrible, I have to go home. But I guickly noticed the machines that sold individual portions of soap and softener. So I stayed.

After I got my change and got my clothes in the washer I sat down and started reading my novel I had brought along. It was then that I relaxed. Then I noticed that the laundromat wasn't so bad. The people minded their own business, and it was large enough that I didn't have to fight for machines, and it was alright.

I lived. And I think I'll grow to love the relaxing time that I spend at the laundromat ... that is, until my landlord gets off his ass and puts in the hookup.

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Well, here I am. I finally started my first real job and moved into my first apartment by myself.

It's been quite a haul and quite a bit of a disaster getting here, but now that I'm here, I love it.

My landlord promised my apartment would be done by the time I moved in because he had gutted the entire house to almost everything completely new. I continuously told him when I would be here and he still promised me, with the date quickly approaching, that it would be done.

When we (read: my mother, my stepfather, my sister and my self) arrived there was nothing more than walls up and a few light fixtures. There was no kitchen, no bathroom, no flooring ... nothing.

So we complained a lot and he made more empty promises and after a week in a hotel, which had the most uncomfortable beds, I finally spent my first night in my very own apartment.

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