Come hug me.

It's late, it's raining, and I'm tired and lonely...but I don't want to go to bed by myself. Strange how a few days and nights spent pressed up against someone who is unexpectedly marvelous can spoil one's enjoyment of solitude.

Happy New Year, 2011

Goodbye 2010, you cruel, cruel year. I'm not sad to see you go. You have carried so much pain and disappointment, so many changes, so much upheaval. Probably most of it has been for the best, but it's sometimes difficult to see it that way when I'm still in the middle of it. I'm sorry to those that I've hurt this year. I hope that this new year is different. Maybe my life will stabilize. Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful, so thankful, for my new job and my new opportunites that are before me, but my greatest wish for 2011 is stability. And maybe a little happiness too.

Yay for me, I have an Unwanted Admirer

Ok, sooooo, last night was an interesting one for me. I was working at the drive-thru window at Starbucks, when this man comes up to the menu to order. He got like two drinks and then when I asked what else I could get for him, he said, "You. Are you on the menu?" So I thought he was just being fresh for laughs, asked if he wanted any other food or drinks, and then told him his total. When he pulled up, I saw that there was a young lady and a kid in his car, so I asked him how he could be so scandelous with a lady in his car. Alas! the young lady turned out to be his 17-year-old daughter! I leaned out and asked her what she thought about her father's behavior...and she replied that she just wants him to be happy. Gah! So dude is all giving me googlie-eyes and stuff, just being really ridiculous. I told him that if he has a 17-year-old child, he's too old for me (...kinda a lie...PM-P was like 15 years older and her oldest child is 19...but he doesn't need to know that!). He was completely unfazed. Well, they left and I thought that was the end of it...UNTIL...it was just me and Jenny closing, sometime after 9, and we were almost done when she came from the back room and told me I had a phone call! "Some guy named Michael," she said. "What?! I don't even know some guy named Michael!" Well, she said he hadn't seemed sure of my name, and sure enough, it was the dude. He said, "Hi, it's Michael." and I replied, "Oh, that bad man?" I was actually kinda rude to him, because he was all telling me that he knows what he wants and all that, and I told him, "Whatever, dude! You were throwing game at me before you even saw what I looked like!"  He thought that was just hilarious, and he told me that he has seen me before and he remembers my voice. O.o Creepy! He then asked if he could have my number so that he could text me or call. Yeah right! As if I would give him my number, even if I was single and available! But I just told him that I wasn't comfortable giving him my number. I told him to find me on FB, but he "doesn't have Facebook because he is a business man and doesn't have time for that." Sucks to be him! LOL I told him, well, sorry, and he could see me in the store if he wants. And then I (kinda bitchily) shut him down and told him I had to get back to work. Ewww! I have a stalker! Man, all the girls in the store seem to have at least one. Gross.

The Woes of Unemployment

Seriously? Why won't anyone hire me?? I mean, for real??? I am SICK of not working! And I have applied like everywhere! Even Walmart doesn't want me. What's up with that? I have work experience doing a variety of different things, I have a GREAT record for job reliability/attendance, I'm smart, learn fast, and I work well with others. But yet I have no place to live, no job, no car, no phone, and no prospects for improvement. Gaaaahhhhh!! I am so frustrated!

"Fun tomboyish lesbian looking for someone special."

I found this on Craigslist. It's my ex, Karen, and when I saw the title I just KNEW it was her. Just call it my bullshit detector going off or something.

I am a well dressed, slender(about 118lbs.), athletic, sexy. fun and outgoing tomboyish girl. Trying to find a slender/athletic/average attractive femme girl for friends or more. I have a full time job, my own 2 bedroom place, and I love to cook. I love to watch movies, going out, enjoy outdoors (such as hiking and camping), I'm a great cuddler and love to have someone to share that with. I'm not from tennessee so it's been hard trying to find that special someone. If interested send a pic and put "Hey sexy" in the subject line, lol. I smoke and drink but no drugs, I'm cool if you are 420 friendly but my job is important to me so I don't do drugs. I'm ddf wish for someone the same. Looking for something serious but want to get to know someone first, no fake people. If you want send me your number and I'll text ya with mine then we can go from there :) NO MEN OR COUPLES!

Why the Last 24 Hours Sucked Balls

**Disclaimer**

The following post is being written at 2:30 a.m. after a very frustrating day. It will likely contain harsh and vulgar language. If that offends you, please don't read it.

How the Garden Grows, Pt. 3

Well, in short, it doesn't. I seem to have the touch of death for potted plants in general. I killed off a bunch of them last summer, and the one before, but it has finally started to sink in. I just cannot grow plants in confined spaces. I've never had this kind of trouble gardening in the dirt. I don't understand.

The adorable little sproutlets that I've been writing about? Mostly dead. Between alternately being dried out, and then left outside in an unforseen downpour, almost all of the brave little dears have succumbed. The only ones doing really well despite it all are the peppers. They are hardy little things. Most of the heirloom tomatoes are still alive, albeit looking very anemic. And then there are one or two grape tomatoes and parsley still clinging to life. I'd try to rush them into the soil (they are still in their germination planter), but we are thinking of moving closer to Karen's job. I just don't know what to do with them. I'd go ahead and put them in the big pots that I have, but like I said before, I've not had much luck keeping plants alive in them.

Also, I've been having some relationship difficulties of late. We are trying to work it out, but the good side to all of it is that I have been doing a lot of thinking about gender, desire, and such. I am still working on it, but I'll have a post up soon.

Oh! And women's football season is upon us! The Chattanooga Locomotion's first game is this coming Saturday at 7 pm! If you are in the area, please do come to Red Bank High School and watch the game...keeping an eye out for Yours Truly with a 53 on my jersey! Check out the Locomotion website for more info and game schedules. There's even a picture of me in the roster section!

Ennui

Hey guys. I am totally working on some stuff I want to blog about. Some of it is even kinda serious! Well, in a not-nekkid-pictures-or-funny-vids way. Anywho. I promise I will get around to it soon. I have no reason not to, other than the fact that I just really don't want to do much of anything at all these days.

How the Garden Grows, Pt. 2

This past week has been a checkered one in regards to my gardening efforts. First of all, I have more adorable little sproutlings! Now all of the seeds we started have sprouted. The jalapenos were slow to come up, and I had almost given up on the bell peppers altogether, but they finally decided to pop up for some fresh air! I'm so happy that all the little sprouts are growing well. In fact, I had to thin some out because I got a little heavy-handed with the thyme. Well--the seeds are tiny! You try getting just two or three seeds in each pot.

Now, on to the bad news. My stupid diva-cat Cher ATE some of the sprouts!! She actually beheaded them.  I was so upset! She only got a few of them, but I'm having to leave the plastic cover on the starter tray when I am out of the house so that she won't devour the rest.

Also, my compost pit has become a compost soup. It has rained here off and on for most of the last week, and my back yard has exceptionally bad drainage. It usually turns into a mini-pond back there when we get rain, but I put the compost pit at the very back of the yard where the ground is higher. I admit, I wasn't thinking about rain when I did it, but the puddles are never in that area. They are always right up near the house (wonderful, I know). But...I should have known. The soil in the yard is almost pure clay, which is probably why it drains so poorly. So yes, I went back to the compost pit to put in some new veggie scraps, oh I don't know, maybe Thursday or Friday. It wasn't raining at the time, and hadn't been for a long while, so I didn't expect what I found: a hole full of muddy water, with kitchen scraps and yard clippings drifting sadly in it. I am at a loss. I think I have to declare this compost pit a failure, and think about building a bin.

Rage Against The Machine

I. Am. So. Frustrated!!

Let me back up: I have a lovely little internship at a shop called Retro Mercantile. We specialize in unique, handmade clothing and accessories, as well as doing custom dresses, costumes, etc. Anything that I sew, I get to sell in the store for a commission. I really enjoy it...I get paid to sew and be generally artsy two or three times a week. What's not to love, you say? The stupid sewing machines, that's what!

First mine broke several weeks ago. I was using it to my great satisfaction at home one day, but alas! after being transported to the shop later that morning, it stopped working properly. The tension was out of whack, and no amount of dial-fiddling or unplugging or rethreadding could get it fixed. A friend says the same thing happened to hers, which is the same make and model as mine. Hmmmmm.

Then last week, I was using my boss's machine at the shop, when it suddenly locked up. We are lucky to have a former sewing maching repairman who does construction in the building. He looked at it, oiled it, and got it running perfectly again, only to have the tensioner die while my boss was using it the next day! That's three of the same brand of machines that I know of that have had the tensioner break. I smell a manufacturing defect! However, I somehow doubt that the maker of said machines will see it that way.

So I sat around at work today, doing mostly nothing. I cut out the pieces for a new project, and priced some new items to sell, and hunted around online for project inspiration. Other than that...not much. For having done nothing but kill time, I am surprisingly worn out. Eh.

On a lighter note, when I was trolling for broken sewing machine pictures, look what I found:

I must have this adorable little beastie!