Make them gel like Asics.

to put text to pictures

wooed — Sun, 29 Jul 2007 20:34:19 GMT

My day-to-day has become a constant one-upping competition with myself. I get up in the morning and get to work and I stretch myself beyond what I believed my capabilities would be at this age.

I have a great friend in Tracy who's almost the same age as me and shares the same ideals at our job. When you look around at what other people are doing around you in order to help the people I help, you don't see a lot of imagination or real devotion. Hopefully it's not because you get burnt out over the daily struggles and shortcoming of our clientèle, because that can be harrowing to keep in mind when you're carving out a career in this field. But I'm constantly surprised at the lack of above and beyond where I work, because when you don't go above and beyond, you can't reach the desired outcome, which is complete integration of these people in our community.

Anyway, I just got off the phone with my supervisor and we may have landed a job that could employ over half of our unemployed clients. We worked hard on selling our program and explaining the costs and benefits, and we had little hope that somebody would go for something so changing for our company, and, in our eyes, so expensive. Tomorrow they are going to nail down the details. And this could make us.

What I'm trying to say is I am incredibly thankful to be doing what I'm doing and my daily goal is to give everything I have to be awesome at my job. I've left a lot of things behind in order to do this, and while that's sad, I suppose it's just how things go.

So this is a short goodbye to all of those things. I miss those of you who entertained me in years past and provided me with different perspectives that I could not get on hand. I'll be around, I'm sure you'll see me sporadically. Email me if you feel like it, I'd really like that.

pictures that make me happy

wooed — Sat, 14 Jul 2007 03:18:19 GMT

from the past few months.

Naked Ladies.

wooed — Mon, 05 Feb 2007 03:54:57 GMT

I stood in the kitchen of a beautiful house right off of N Killingsworth. There were knick-knacks on all of the shelves, candles in actual candlestick holders, a lovely, fresh-looking paint job on the walls. Cornflower blue, were they crayons. Somebody was talking about their ultra-cleansing diet-- I had tuned out of that conversation long ago. I watched as more women came to the door and I started to feel ill. It wasn't the company that bothered me, it was the fact that I was to trade clothing with all of these healthy people, people who would never need to go on a very regimented diet at any point in their lives.

The bags were turned upside down, and with wine glasses in hand, everybody dug into the pile and started shrieking over the wonderful garments. I gingerly took a sip from my glass, already drunker than I should have been at 8 o'clock, in the company of new people at that... I picked up item after item of clothing and tried them on.

Because I was high on life (and wine), I didn't get a chance to cry. This is hard to understand if you haven't gone through it, but getting rid of that fat girl mentality is near impossible. Even though I've been out of the plus sizes for a couple of numbers, I still don't feel as if I'm anything but an 18 long.

A friend and I departed after an hour or two, and my bags were heavier leaving than they were coming. Thankfully somebody was going to a larger-scale swap the next day and took all of the clothing that nobody claimed. All of my size 14 and up stuff went away and I will never see it again. While I'm not yet quite aware of my body now, I'm getting there, and trying on clothes in front of a bunch of women who are close to my body size was such a good experience. I feel better than I ever have.

I ended the night at an impromptu karaoke gathering, and I fucking tore apart "Gangstas Paradise" while shaking what I got, and it felt spectacular. What I got was hard to get to, but I feel as if I've earned it.

Update

wooed — Mon, 29 Jan 2007 05:20:14 GMT

Things that have happened since September:

1 I lost 45 pounds. I got to experience hip bones again for the first time in 3 years.
2 My left index finger has a wicked callous:

Since taking up knitting, I've poured a good amount of my money into this store and this store.

3 I bought a new camera.
4 Kevin Federline's daily antics stopped amusing me.
5 My hands have endured about 500 papercuts.
6 I pulled the sliding side door off of Robert's new van in the Burlington Coat Factory parking lot.
7 500 bucks were saved to buy tickets for the two of us to fly out east. Robert will have the Kennedy/Sullivan experience, and I pray that he will still love me after he's heard about the time I bought a roach clip and thought it was a hair clip at age 11.

more later.

The Wicker Man, in two minutes.

wooed — Sun, 28 Jan 2007 05:28:43 GMT

I'm back, bitches.

wooed — Tue, 23 Jan 2007 03:06:05 GMT

Recently, I have discovered a ground-breaking way to further disgust you with the Axe and Tag body sprays.

Mix it with the smell of my malnourished Russian roommate's shit when you're too embarrassed to have your floor mates know you have the poo berries.

In other news, I got a mother-damn-ass-fucking promotion and I deserved it. I kick ass too much for words. Which is why I haven't written in here for months.

What is new in the world of Livejournal friends?

Oh my goth, Becky. Look at his marching band gear.

wooed — Sat, 30 Sep 2006 02:39:59 GMT

'Scuse me, guys. I gotta go join the black parade.

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Also, something that's been brought to my attention: I make the most disgusting puns in this journal. The thing is, I abhor puns made by others. I like to think I'm transcending the level of just making your everyday pun and going into a really uncomfortable, but magical, level of irony with my horrendous puns, but one can never be sure.

In other words, I'm way pretentious about my own puns.

Apple.

wooed — Tue, 26 Sep 2006 05:25:59 GMT

My iPod is finally looking it's age. Oh, you clever Apple people. Moo will be a year old this Christmas, and he's already dented in one corner and the headphones are showing wires (wires!) at the bottom.

Despite treating that thing like it's the last newborn ever to be born again forever and ever and therefore the fate of the human race, it's dinged and falling apart.

Guess I'll have to buy a new one.

WW II

wooed — Wed, 20 Sep 2006 05:50:49 GMT

Since joining Weight Watchers a few weeks ago, my key foods and meals have changed.

Favorite Breakfast: Lettuce
Favorite Lunch: Lettuce, maybe 10 baby carrots
Favorite Snack: Lettuce
Favorite Dinner: Lettuce with 1 tablespoon oil/vinegar

In my bad moments, I remind myself that I'm eating like a rabbit and rabbits are pretty sweet.

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I've had three dreams in the past week in which I'm Neve Cambell. Normal? Discuss.

Emergency prone.

wooed — Sat, 16 Sep 2006 03:08:47 GMT

I've had to call 911 twice in the past week.

(Now with explanation in comments!)

I wist I was there.

wooed — Mon, 11 Sep 2006 05:50:11 GMT

http://www.wists.com/bonanza

I went a little crazy with my oft-ignored Wists list.

I did it only because I was feeling unfulfilled on account of missing this. Hope all of your wrists are chaffed.

Luckies.

Cat Snack Fever

wooed — Mon, 28 Aug 2006 00:46:09 GMT

Something I like to do:

Stand over my cat while she's eating out of her dish and sing "Cat Scratch Fever," changing the words to "Cat snack fever," complete with guitar riffs.

I don't think she likes it when I rock out during her dinner.

That letter game.

wooed — Mon, 14 Aug 2006 03:46:22 GMT

Reply and I'll give you a letter. Find five songs that start with that letter and post them to your journal.

This was a rather interesting meme. I received the letter D from perforada, and I'm going to be brave and double the number of songs.

"Dans Ses Cheveux Soixante Circuits", Fly Pan Am
"Dark Lines", Gossip
"De Cara A La Pared", Lhasa de Sela
"Dead End Street", The Kinks
"Deja, Comme des Trous de Vent, Comme Reproduit", Set Fire to Flames
"Diciembre", Todosantos
"Dusty Flourescent/Wooden Shelves", Talkdemonic
"Darling Lucia", The M's
"Daughters Of The Soho Riots", The National
"Days Of Rum", Marissa Nadler

Right-click, save-as.

Why I love television...

wooed — Mon, 14 Aug 2006 01:56:29 GMT

DMX just pulled out a gun while getting golf lessons at a country club and pretended to shoot a rabbit. He just happened to have a gun in his holster, good thing.

Oh wait, he also has pimped-out gold clubs, with his named embossed in platinum on the bottom. Oh shit.

Turning 21 and Music.

wooed — Mon, 31 Jul 2006 02:02:28 GMT

Last weekend, I bought tickets to see Andrew Bird. Not that big of a deal, aside from being able to actually afford it for once, and it's an all-ages show.

But the beauty happened today when I bought two tickets to see Menomena at the Doug Fir which is a place where folk of legal age can go and listen to people play music, should they wish. And I have been wishing for quite some time. Due to drinking laws in Oregon, a good portion of venues that wish to serve alcohol have to be 21 and over. And a good portion of the live acts I'd like to see also wish their concert-goers to be able to drink alcohol in order to enjoy the event to the fullest. I've been S.O.L. for quite some time, which has been unfortunate, especially living in a city that offers many good concerts with many good bands.

As of last Monday, I can see any live show I want. Granted I can pay or use my breasts in a way that will allow me entry into any venue I please.

Now I have a legal age, money, and breasts all working for me in beautiful harmony. I feel like I've finally made it in the world.

I've got a hobby.

wooed — Sat, 15 Jul 2006 03:04:46 GMT

http://bonanza.etsy.com

Soonish. I made my first pair of earrings tonight-- and I can't wait to trade with people.

Cigarette penis.

wooed — Tue, 04 Jul 2006 02:15:32 GMT

My buddy Tracy (suessigkeiten) makes these wonderfully cute and pretty things and sells them on the internets. And on Alberta's most recent Last Thursday. And possibly at a boutique near you in the future.

You should check out her Etsy: Peach Plum Pear.

Good Shit Lollipop.

wooed — Sun, 25 Jun 2006 17:41:50 GMT

Download the 1st season of Weeds.

Reasons One.

wooed — Sat, 10 Jun 2006 04:09:37 GMT

Reasons Why I Deserve A Hedgehog For A Pet:

I'd buy it a sweater.
I would expose it to modern music so it could download music for me while I am at work.
He/She would drink only Evian under my watch, because those cute motherfuckers have taste.
I would pet it every night-- I am, after all, a masochist.
All of my buddies would be totally jealous of my awesome pet and I would feel better because of that.
I'd let him/her form a band with other hedgehogs.
I would let his/her band practice in our cupboard whenever they wanted.
I've been good all year and my birthday is coming up.
I would give it an awesome name like "Sir Hog, The Boss."

Return of the Vaughn.

wooed — Sun, 04 Jun 2006 19:52:06 GMT

Meagan, remember to purchase this t-shirt with your next paycheck.

Even though season five was the final, ugly wart on Alias' tri-warted face, that shirt is too pretty to deny. And I would like to give some sort of subtle shout-out to my past geekeries.

Crazy.

wooed — Wed, 31 May 2006 20:33:41 GMT

Today's links all come from Splideo, which is a favorite haunt of mine.

Laugh Practice:
Watch the complete clip, it sure got me laughing.
BE the fruitcake in these stressful times.
International Laugh Like a Pirate Day.

Start getting excited, because she is "available to lead a laughter session at your event or conference."

Oh fuck, teeth cost a lot of money.

wooed — Sat, 27 May 2006 02:01:23 GMT

Is there any way to push your wisdom teeth back in? Where are our Super-Localized Phaser-Gun Dental Drills? Come on, people, it's the year two-thousand & six. Pain-free and bloodless dentistry should be on the top of our to-do list.

Or we should be able to breed humans that would never have the need to go to a dentist.

I'm begging you, dentists and scientists and dentiscientists of the world! Do you really want me roaming the streets looking like this?

Thanks, Paige

wooed — Sat, 27 May 2006 01:49:35 GMT

I want to have a baby so I can buy it this t-shirt.

More Cowbell

I also most resembled Elvis Costello.

wooed — Sun, 21 May 2006 04:24:25 GMT

Thank you, sairento and My Heritage.

A comic after my own heart.

wooed — Sat, 20 May 2006 04:38:52 GMT

I've decided to create a new tag called "links" so I can link you to things that amuse me on the internets. It's like del.icio.us, but better, because you don't have to add that just to see all the cool shit I like.

Nutz