I need to have myself a Ewan Macgregor film festival. Also, I am drinking beer.
Looks like ReadBecca will be freelancing for the month of September and she believes the job breakthrough came because she restarted the ol' blog. I think it's karma. And this chick quit and I know the VP of Marketing, but it's totally the blogging that caused it. I feel better knowing it's out there, even if the posting is so far lame. I'm rusty but at least I'm here.
Hey, let's tell the story about how I broke up with The Foreigner.
So a couple pals took me out for my birthday and I drank a lot of pinot noir. Then I drank some more pinot noir. Then they took me home and instead of going inside when they dropped me off, I went around the corner to another bar and proceeded to drink even more pinot noir. Some Indian dude sat next to me and I ate his fries without asking. I remember that. I don't remember texting Amy about how Edward Cullen was not going to walk into the bar and wish to have sex with me, which is weird 'cause I don't even like that guy. At some point I decide to stop drinking pinot noir and walked home.
On the five-minute walk home, I called up The Foreigner's voice mail and left a message I still can't quite recall it in its entirety. I know I said I spent my birthday with people who actually cared about me and I reminded him that he deliberately made me cry the year before. I probably called him a dick at that point. I don't know. I'm fairly certain I said I wished I never met him, which is your standard break-up comment. I'm also reasonably sure I said that in two years of sleeping with him, he never gave me an orgasm. I don't know if that's a standard break-up complaint, but I hope I never have to make it again. Wait. I VOW I'll never have to make it again. That shit was uncool.
The only thing I am absolutely sure I said was:
Your wife looks like my mom.
ReadBecca
Chuck Yeager once grabbed my ass, but that's not the defining moment of my life.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Unlike Brett Favre, People May Be Glad ReadBecca Returned.
Well, well, well. ReadBecca has decided, on a whim of course, to start up the ol' blog again. Couple things:
1. I noticed upon revisiting old posts that I was more influenced by How I Met Your Mother than Shakespeare and that may be why A. Foreigner wrote that mean comment that one time. He must not have realized that I was using "I'M AWESOME" ironically. Doesn't negate the fact that his comment made him a dick, but there you go.
2. I still don't have a job.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
I MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH.
1. I noticed upon revisiting old posts that I was more influenced by How I Met Your Mother than Shakespeare and that may be why A. Foreigner wrote that mean comment that one time. He must not have realized that I was using "I'M AWESOME" ironically. Doesn't negate the fact that his comment made him a dick, but there you go.
2. I still don't have a job.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
I MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH.
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