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LOVE NOTES AND OTHERWISE - mostly otherwise
Tuesday
14Jul2009

I think I love this guy...

I don't even know him but he is the author of my new favorite blog CLICK HERE.

I was listening to "THIS AMERICAN LIFE" and a story of his was on there, and it goes something like this (from memory so I can not guarantee accuracy and I did look for the post but couldn't find it).

His girlfriend had broke up with him (he was in high school) and he was sitting on his bed with his head in his hands and his little sister (9th grader) comes in and says:

"Bitches will come and Bitches will go but I will love you forever, even after your dead and I'm not lying".

She proceeds to offer to hunt down the bitch in question and "hurt her".

That offer should sound familiar to one of my best friends....

A blog entry I did find was about when he was older and got his heart broken and his sister shows up at his door with a giant piƱata of the Incredible Hulk. And she said, "I think we both need some candy". Now, it didn't say if they whacked the shit out of that thing to get the candy but all I can think is how incredibly cathartic.

After the candy they went out for Mexican and drank several Margaritas.

How can you not love this family.

SIDE NOTE: This American Life is now promoting SQUARESPACE.
Sunday
12Jul2009

Job Description

I know I've published the long list of "traits"... but as anyone who has been in love knows -- you sometimes fall in love with someone you never thought you would.  

By request (the OS), I will now publish the job description that I wrote sometime ago that attempts to define the perfect partner:

Job Description for the position of “Boyfriend de la Cleveland”

Person must be male. He must show up to job interview well groomed: which includes clean nails, clothing, showered, and coiffed (he has got to smell good). Person must be physically unrepulsive.

JOB DESCRIPTION

Treating me with respect and eventually – if job is accepted, treating me as someone who is important to him. This includes but is not limited to talking/texting every day, being chivalrous, being romantic (sweet talk, compliments, planning outings, flowers, surprises).

When disagreements occur it is required that it be discussed to resolution – no matter how long the required discussion – rather than not communicating or disappearing.

Loyalty. Loyalty in every sense of the word.

Being a passionate, understanding, and giving lover who is also receptive. To respect and listen to wants and needs – someone who is considerate and not demanding. Benefit will be reciprocle.

Must be proficient at kissing. Must continue to be a good kisser. Someone who loves to kiss and knows how to give all kinds of kisses: small, large, passionate, butterfly, Eskimo, ear, eyes, the Hollywood, and perhaps some I don’t even know about.

Forgiving mistakes I may make. Giving me grace if I do something you may interpret as negative. Benefit will be reciprocle.

He must feel comfortable sharing personal information and expectations on a regular basis.

He must be continually trying to improve himself and his environment – have something he is passionately working towards. At least one topic he could talk for hours about.

He must be financially mature and responsible.

He must live his life with personal integrity, including but not limited to doing what he says he will, calling when he promises, doing what’s right and not necessarily what’s easy.

He must have the courage to bring up difficult topics and engage maturely when I do (try to do) the same.

He must take care of himself so he is healthy and can participate in active pursuits.

He must laugh at my attempts to be funny, and be able to laugh at himself.

He must be willing to include me in his life, his friends, and not be worried to introduce me to people whom are important to him and his life.

He must socialize willing / happily in groups with friends (mine and his – this includes my sisters).

He must occasionally plan outings like dancing, movies, dinners out, theater, parties, orchestra and other activities that may require some thought and arranging on his part.

He must know what he wants out of life.

He must be a fundamentally kind person. He must not be dull. And he must be a little unpredictable.

And most importantly … he must be fun, and easy going. Can not be too concerned about marriage or children … but must be willing to have those discussions at an appropriate time – which may never happen. Until then … live, love, travel, eat, drink and dance.

BONUS POINTS

Foreign language skills

Well read

Well traveled

Well Educated

Saturday
11Jul2009

Your Never Too Old to Learn

The things I learned this week even surprises me -- granted, I get the hell surprised out of me every day and, unfortunately, the phrase "you've got to be kidding me" seems to play in my head like a mantra.  And I'm saying this as I'm driving an Electric Blue PT Cruiser around.  

The first thing I learned this week is that it doesn't have to be a Monday to be a Monday.  I sort of already knew that one ... but its always nice to get a reminder, just like it's nice to get a lightening bolt in the ass.  Which reminds me of something a very wise man once told me about the middle east (which made no sense to me at the time and will probably make no sense to you either):

1.  Everyday is a Monday except Friday ... that's Sunday.

It's my website - and no one reads it anymore since I've been a bad blogger - so I don't have to make sense.  But it's true ... everyday was a Monday this week.  

Which brings me to the comedic spiral downward ... culminating in the PT Cruiser event and has me chanting "you've got to be (Fucking) kidding me".

It all started with man drama which I can't write about yet since the rule of 3 has not run its course and I really wouldn't know what to say about that anyway since I'm not really sure what happened.  All I know is it stopped happening and left me completely off centered and confused.  WHICH -- if you have been or are a regular reader would know that's really nothing special and I should be cat like with finding center and able to see things for what they are which is usually nothing.  And in the end you get hours of entertainment that was a direct result of the Tino's, Butters, the Italian Wannabe, and Jazz Hands.  I know these are your favorite stories, especially when they come with pictures.  

2.  Avoid man drama and all men who appear confused and have no plan.

Then there was the ladder - a black eye ... banged up jaw and a possible concussion.  The upside (and the OS can vouch) was that the eye turned a really gorgeous shade of purple that looked like expertly applied eye shadow.  So I just covered up the really ugly bruise on the jaw and went with the purple eye -- trying to match the shades on my left one.

3.  A 5 foot ladder and a 5 foot girl do not equal 10 foot ceilings.

The the OS arrived from Afghanistan.  We went out for sushi and we met Jake and the girl that ripped his heart out and came crawling back to him.  (I'm trying to like her ... since she is now living with him).  So in my effort of acceptance I drank (the ones I counted anyway) 6 martini and lost interest in the sushi.  

4.  When you loose count at 6 you should probably reevaluate your drink choice.

Apparently there was a bathroom bonding experience with Jake's Jezebel (I think they are making it up since I don't even know where the bathrooms are in that place).  AND there was some kind of exchange - where I apparently appeared totally coherent - with some guy that's an NFL football player.  I was in legendary proper form, much to the entertainment of Jake.  Who shouldn't talk since he apparently makes praying mantis noises during sex.

5.  Entertaining others should not be done for free.

My clutch went out on my mini ... suppose to be covered under the warranty.  The mechanic was an ass but ultimately it was proven defective vice the mechanics assumption of my driving skill.  

6.  Mechanics -- even at the BMW dealerships are crooks.

So the quote on the clutch was $4500.00 and the quote on the brakes was $1100.00.  But I get to drive around in a PT Cruiser all weekend for free.  

7.  Cost of repairs on a Mini are not so Mini.

So then "THE MOTHER" calls.  I usually tell her nothing.  Just the standard "everything is good, work is good, I'm busy doing this and that".  It really is all she wants to hear.  I KNOW THIS!  But I fell into the trap and deviated.  (BAD BAD LIFETRASH).  Then she offers to come down ... THE HORROR ... could you imagine.  Then she starts telling me what to do with my car (like she is an expert at clutch / break repair).  THEN she tells me to sell my car and get a nice FORD ESCORT ... again... "you've got to be fucking kidding me".  So I tell her "mom, I'm handling it ... just forget it!" (unless you want to pay Ferman Mini for the repairs) ...anyhow, she hangs up on me.

8.  Never deviate when it comes to "THE MOTHER".  Less is more and just keep her in her little fantasy world.

In some ways it was good THE MOTHER hung up on me -- it made me more pissed off about something other than the man drama, car drama, work drama for a while.  And to think I was going to go home the weekend of the 24 of July to surprise her.

I promptly called the OS.  And the OS had me promptly cancel my tickets home and she has rescheduled me for Puerto Rico.  The OS also says THE MOTHER claims to have not hung up on me ... to have only lost the signal on her cell phone.  Who knows.

9.  The OS will always rescue you and Old San Juan has magical powers when it comes to matters of the heart.

and finally ... 

10.  If you loose often enough breaking even starts to feel like winning.

 

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