The World Spins

Last you heard from me I was in a bit of a state. As always, I rode it out and landed safely and softly on my pink-painted tip toes. I never thought of myself as a very emotional being, but I’m coming to learn that just because I twist everything around to make myself laugh doesn’t mean I’m not being affected by what’s going on. Lesson learned, folks. You take the good, you take the bad, you take the rest and there you have…

Work has been rubbing me the wrong way since I got written up, but I’m doing my best to just pound it out every day. Sometimes I get really angry and want to go to the office and just spew everything I see on a daily basis that I think is a worse offense than not wanting to be the garbage bitch, but I bite my tongue and keep my head down because I don’t know how that would come across and I don’t want to have to look for another job.

I'm also still kind of mad at JB and Roomie because they're pretty much the world's shittiest friends when it comes to doing things that don't involve their boyfriends. I get that they're happy or whatever, but it's just unhealthy to never spend any time apart from your relationship.
The three of us are supposed to choreograph a piece for the Spring Dance Group show, and from what I initially understood we were all excited about it, but as the weeks go by I realize that they liked the idea in theory, but actually have no interest in spending a few hours away from their men. It's bullshit.

I decided that my project for February is going to be finding a gym and then going to that gym. I’m not about to be another New Year’s Resolution chick on an elliptical [I fucking hate cardio unless it’s disguised as something cooler like dancing], but I’m all about getting my yoga on, maybe finding capoeira again. I don’t want to do anything major, I just want to overall be less jiggly/squishy without losing any curvy softness. My shmance new camera will help me track my progress [and, obviously, pictures are always me whoring for comments from my beloved 30-something male readers]. Here we go. JS Goes to the Gym: Part 1- BEFORE

A week ago Saturday I went out to a bar in the city to celebrate the guy I hooked up with on New Years’ birthday [the 20-second beej guy] with JB, her boyfriend, most of their rec league soccer team and some hateful girls. I wasn’t expecting to have a good time, but I had the next best thing: a bad time with someone to hate with. JB and I saddled up at a table and snarked for the entire night. We were gearing up to leave when I spotted a decently cute guy with his shirt tucked in to his hiked-up boxerbriefs. I struck up a conversation, complimented him on his beard, and then absolutely peed my pants laughing with him. I asked for his number as I was dragged away into the night by JB and we’ve been texting since then. Turns out he’s 25, an ex-Marine [now THOSE are the guys you wanna fuck], currently going to school and studying Sociology of all things. Thanks to the post-9/11 GI bill, he’s living “pretty comfortably.” He invited me out this week Saturday but I couldn’t because of a hangover that I will describe in detail later and because he’s kind of a bug: he’s been majorly blowing up my phone all week!

Earlier that same night, I was deeply involved in a text conversation with Saturday [gah I need to update my Who’s Who list. It would be so easy for you guys to keep track if I wasn’t] [he’s the guy that I blew in the shower and who can get me off by doing not much more than talking dirty, if that helps]. He had free tickets to a concert on Tuesday and invited me to go with him, which caused me to scream out loud to JB out of excitement. I hadn’t seen him in a long time [probably since the Saturday that gave him his name] and wasn’t expecting him to ever ask me to do something 1-on-1, which I’m sure I’ve moaned about at length before. The show was a band that most suburban teenagers who are now around my age loved but now pretend they don’t like because…well it’s pretty screamy-angsty [any guesses? haha]. It was a good time, it’s always surprising to see how well you remember lyrics to songs you haven’t heard in years by virtue of playing them on repeat back when you wore Hot Topic studded belts, Sharpie-decorated high top Converse and painted your gnawed-down fingernails black.
I brought him home after. We still haven’t gotten all the way around the bases, but we’ve found a nice place around third where we have fun. He was knocked out when we finished: “I’ve never come so hard in my entire life; I didn’t know what was happening after a couple seconds. Sorry about your sheets.” Since we were on the verge of a snowmergency he couldn’t stay the night but at least he made a big show about how much he wished he could stay.
I like him quite a bit, but it’s just so frustrating that I never know when I’m going to see him next. Also, and this is a “Would Only Happen to JS” thing, I don’t really know what to call him: Everybody in his social group –guys and girls- calls him and refers to him by a nickname that is essentially half of his last name, I have never heard him referred to by his common first name, but I can’t yell out a guy’s freakin nickname in bed. I’ve been calling him Baby, but he’s bound to catch on to that sooner or later because he’s not an idiot. Any advice? On both the name issue and I suppose this situation at large?

One of my roommates moved out. We had a party the night before he left and it was a pretty good send off. Despite the shitty weather a good amount of people came out bearing 30 racks. I bid everyone adieu when I saw one of the guys throw up into the kitchen trash during my team’s Civil War dynasty. I had been pounding wine and tequila for about 8 hours at that point and was asleep before my face hit pillow. I just can’t drink like I used to! I was rolling around in bed clutching my head all day. Unfortunately I got around to my favorite hangover cure –wings, fries, and a liter Diet Coke- at around 9pm and couldn’t get to sleep until crazy late due to the caffeine and hot sauce jitters.
The good news about him leaving is that now we might be able to get some internet in the house. He wasn’t so great about getting shit paid on time and wasn’t willing to have a bill in his name. I am so looking forward to being able to watch porn again, I can’t even tell you.

Oh, christ, valentine’s day is coming up. Wonder what fresh hell that’ll bring.