...In here, we're all anemic...

I'm so hot right now.

2011-04-11T17:53:15Z

I have a huge gash on my chin from a bike accident, fun painful acne popping up right in the middle of my face, a sty that's making my right eye swell half-closed, and an infected spider bite on my wrist.

This is fun.

Not.

1,200.

2010-06-14T18:08:24Z

This is my 1,200th entry. My first entry is from March 2002 and it contains the words "happy hardcore", so I'll spare you a rehash. The archive link is right there if you're really curious.

I'm kind of low today, so instead of wasting this momentous moment wallowing, I'm going to reprint the buck-up-Tiger horoscope from this week and call it a day.

Capricorn: "I don't want to be your Rice-A-Roni any longer," says one ex-boyfriend to another in the classic (the only?) gay baseball buddy flick The Broken Hearts Club. Rice-a-Roni — the ultimate ’70s game show consolation prize, the one thing you know you’ll go home with, even if you lose. (It’s “Garlique” these days, last time we checked Jeopardy.) Anyway, we think it’s time you stopped being someone’s Rice-a-Roni, too. And the only way to do that is to start feeling better about yourself — take some me-time, pamper yourself, eat french fries for lunch, whatever it takes. Pretty soon someone will recognize you for the grand prize that you are.

Thanks for hanging out with me for all these entries, friends. To another 1,200.

It must be spring.

2010-04-14T21:29:17Z

My life is strange and hilarious and wonderful and tearful and difficult and insane and beautiful -- and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Gogol Bordello.

2009-10-16T21:42:11Z

These underpants are now retired.

Ugh.

2009-07-08T20:29:36Z

I'm so sick right now, guys. My fever broke on Monday, but I can't stand up for long periods of time, still. And I did notice a bit of blood in that gunk I coughed up this morning. Sexy.

Rob is, of course, sick too -- after making a bunch of noise about how he was definitely NOT going to get sick and immune system of steel and blah blah blah blah. And so he's tossing and turning in my bed all day and night, since he rode his motorcycle over the other day and now it's too unsafe for him to ride it anywhere, what with the high fever and the delirium. Dudes are such little bitches about being sick.

I'm here at work because I have to get through something like 150 emails and do some timely stuff, but I'm not going to stay too long. I should eat this soup before it gets cold.

Major dubsteppage.

2009-06-22T23:40:06Z

Both shows were amazing. I even got to talk to Distance (squee!) 'cause I wanted to thank him for playing Mistral. The not-date was most assuredly a not-date. This is good. I have a new going out partner and that's definitely enough. And he was really, really into the music, which is exactly what I need in a dancing buddy. Still, no one can replace my sweet Casey.

Managed to get across the bridge on Rob's motorcycle for the first time. Did that Willow chant from 7th season: "I'm facing my fear, I'm facing my fear, I'm facing my fear -- hear that fear? I'm facin' you!" Needed it less on the way back to the East Bay. The sissy bar helps A LOT.

New favorite track is the one currently being listened to. Find it here, or go to my MySpace profile, 'cause it's the default track now. BOOM!

I did not get enough sleep this weekend. At least my date tonight says he didn't either. We'll be quite a pair, won't we? Add some alcohol and it'll be even funnier.

Waiting.

2009-06-11T17:28:08Z

We'll see what happens now...

Fuckdoodle.

2009-06-09T23:46:13Z

We're in a huge fight.

I don't know what to do.

He leaves town on Thursday. If it's not fixed by then, I don't know what I'll do.

Bleh.

2009-05-28T18:44:15Z

I'm stressed the fuck out -- work, relationships, money, family, frickin' everything. Good thing I have yoga class tonight. I find that by Thursday, I'm ready to KILL after a week without class. I wish I could afford to go on Tuesdays, too. One day maybe I won't be poor! Hey, a girl can dream.

I've been having some serious head-spinning conversations lately and I'm trying to figure out how I can process, adjust to this shift in perspective, and make strides forward rather than continuing to dwell on what's already passed. Mental work is really exhausting, though. It makes me feel like a zombie (especially with the insomnia kicking in again, so that I'm sleep-deprived on top of everything else).

I really want to cut and run, just get on a plane to New York, but that probably won't happen until late July. Pout.

The day is grey and foreboding and I need something to make everything seem just a little bit better than it actually is right now. Ideas?

Sigh.

2009-05-22T19:40:27Z

You know what I miss?

Passion.

Sigh.

Fleurs.

2009-05-21T00:23:36Z

The boy brought me flowers. They are pretty. The card was sweet. He does good stuff sometimes. I should mention it here more often. The dark pink gerberas are really quite lovely to look at, and they're right at monitor height for maximum enjoyment.

I have to leave now; Mom's taking me to do all that poison oaky laundry for free at her house. Joy!

No.

2009-05-15T18:25:42Z

Just... no. Not anymore.

Instantly annoyed.

2009-05-14T17:49:07Z

Dear people trying to get on me through my online dating profile,

If you bother to read my profile, it says, in the second paragraph, that I'd prefer no instant messages. So, when you send me an instant message, I assume you either are too lazy to read to the second paragraph before clicking over to my photos, or you cannot read.

If you'd really like to annoy me, you could send me five instant messages -- one of which says, "oops, right, no IMs" -- then send me a real email... and then IM me again less than 24 hours later to make sure I've gotten said email. Because that's a sure way to make me really like you. (I'm lookin' at you, creepy Indian dude.)

Love,
Lexi

(Seriously, I need to stop viewing my messages during daylight hours, because, I swear, there are dudes who just sit there and lurk all day long, waiting to have a superawesome stiffy-inducing chat session with some random chick they've never met, rather than attempting to do whatever menial job they have. I have one sexy pen pal who keeps the sexy talk to a minimum, and he's a UK citizen and soccer columnist for ESPN, and that's all I need, k?)

Ha!

2009-05-06T19:02:39Z

Dancey.

2009-03-25T19:58:17Z

Why are Brett's latest dubstep mixes so freakin' good?! Argh!

I had a great time at WODNB even if Jakey and Tim didn't really dig it too much (too many straight people piss me off too, guys). The dubstep room was too bright, so I stuck around and listened to Zezo in the jungle cavern for the most part. They switched to a female MC for Chase + Status, and while she was good, she sang to goddamn much. Sigh. I thought Zezo being there would alleviate the massive suckage of having many MCs on the bill. Seeing Chase + Status for the first time was really awesome. Also, I got to say, "Yeah, the last time I saw a Bailey show, I was in Munich." Yes, that's the sound of me poppin' my own collar.

Too bad they're gone. It was fun having the boys here! I want more visitors -- any takers?

I am freaking out at work lately. I get off work and I want to do nothing but shut my brain down completely. This makes me very ineffective at living my life. Good thing I'm going to Tahoe again this weekend! Whee! Snow! Skiing in a t-shirt! Woo! Charging the iPod, yes I am...

Torture!

2009-03-13T18:57:01Z

OH MY GOD MY TATTOO IS SO ITCHY RIGHT NOW GUYS.

New tats: Full back piece, stage 1

2009-03-07T00:24:39Z

Full back piece, stage 1. Stage 2 tomorrow after coffee with Jimmy. (Can he flake for a fourth time? Let's find out.) Whee, needles! I'll post more pics as it gets bigger and bad-ass-er.

I'm silly.

2009-02-11T01:23:08Z

Last night during the break between P.O.S. & Sims' sets, the DJ threw Young Jeezy's "My President is Black" on the decks. Or maybe he clicked it on his laptop. Damn kids.

Anyway, Nate, in all his hipster snobbishness (sorry, it's true sometimes!), started saying something along the lines of, "Ugh, this is why I go to underground shows, so I don't have to hear this mainstream crap."

My reply? "Well, I for one am pleased to know that Young Jeezy knows all of his colors. He's a terrific role model for the young people and I'm glad he's spreading this knowledge of the color spectrum among the youth of today. Did you know that money is light green?" Then I started rapping along, but in that patronizing kindergarten-teacher voice that I do.

Yes, I think I'm terribly clever.

Thursday.

2009-02-06T00:13:42Z

It's raining, but the sun's shining bright. It's been that way all day.

Seems apt somehow. I don't really know why.

Hrm.

2009-02-04T20:06:50Z

I'm in a weird mood. I don't know what it is or why. Maybe it was all that tequila.

Whatever the case, things started feeling kind of dire again today.

Maybe it was that discussion about work with my co-workers while drinking said tequila -- we've all got jobs for at least the next three weeks! Yay?

I guess being really unmotivated and feeling like I have to justify my existence constantly so as not to lose said job don't go together very well. Maybe the incongruity has finally gotten to me?

I think I'll do some scheduling. That always feels nice and productive and mindless.

Gush!

2009-01-12T22:24:13Z

A special delivery just arrived -- flowers from Rob! He even tried to drop them off himself, but I was away from my desk and since they didn't page me, I didn't know he was here.

I felt so special, walking by two of my superiors and having them ooh and aah over my present. "What'd you do to deserve those?" "I dunno, it IS my birthday this week. But these are 'just because' flowers. :)" (Yes, I totally spoke that emoticon.)

And just now, I got a text asking if I had special washing instructions for any of my laundry, since he's going to do it for me while I'm working.

WHAT PLANET DID HE DESCEND FROM? It's like I've got the superhero of boyfriends superhero-ing all over me!

I is lucky lady.

Palinized!

2009-01-08T18:58:35Z

Happy New Year from Bender, President-elect Palin (2012) and Fry.

Newsflash.

2009-01-08T01:08:06Z

I have the greatest mom ever.

She had $10 in an envelope for me -- reimbursement for firewood I bought for the Bacon Day fiesta -- and accidentally threw it in the mail! (Some lucky postal worker is cackling with glee somewhere in Berkeley.) So what does she do? Instead of handing me $10 in cash the next time she sees me, she pays my damn phone bill instead. So yeah, she ponied up $48 more than she actually owed me because she felt bad for throwing my money in the mail, and she knows I'm flat on my ass broke as it is. Of course, she's totally brokesters as well, so this makes her even more amazing. I loves my mom.

Now, how am I going to explain the new set of tats that I have scheduled for the 31st of this month? Hmm... Well, my birthday IS coming up in a week. Let's hope for cash, shall we?

New year.

2009-01-05T19:12:18Z

I'm back at work and sick, both of which suck.

Good thing my birthday's next week, or I'd be a really grumpy bitch.

Bacon Day was awesome. Pictures to come.

I'm going to eat something now.

Update: I gained 5 pounds in three weeks and I can't go back to yoga until my coughing's under control because otherwise I'll, I dunno, disrupt other people's fucking serenity. Also, am poor. Dammit dammit dammit.

Stuck.

2008-12-17T23:54:29Z

Yesterday, I had one of those PMS-induced "I can't take this anymore" types of days. I really have to not sit at a desk anymore. It's crushing my soul. I am tired and cranky and listless and fantasize constantly about doing work that doesn't make my brain hurt, about not staring at a screen, about not fucking sitting all day.

If I didn't need health insurance and didn't have massive student loan bills, I'd be so outta here. But instead, I get to stay stuck. I just want my cupcake shop! Is that too much to ask? Really? My mom better win the damn lottery like she keeps promising to.