HAVE YOU EVER HAD A BAD SPIN????

You know, a bad spin, like when you are playing any of those games with a spinner (life, twister, cutes and ladders) and it just goes nowhere. I had bad spins all the time. I had a bad spin on Saturday night. I am at my friend Davey Wo's house for a festive gathering and we decided to play spin the bottle. Now we all realize that this is a game for the pre teens but whatever, we are drinking and had an empty wine bottle. It made sense. During the course of the game I had a bad spin. It went like half a turn and I just didn't feel like spinning again so kissed the person it landed on. Now I have not mentioned that this party is slightly more on the homo than the hetero side, and I was there with my boyfriend. Not that I have any problem kissing people of the same sex as me (I've done it plenty of times) but I just wanted to make it clear that I wasn't trying to get my kiss on with anyone. Not only that but this was mostly a cheek kissing round of spin the bottle so even if I did want to get my kiss on with anyone what would be the point. So my bad spin landed on this rather adorable young (and I mean young like college young which to me is real young) little gay boy. He was a tiny little thing with adorable suspenders and although I wouldn't have minded patting him one the head or pinching his cheeks I was, again, not trying to get my kiss on. My boyfriend later tells me that I obviously wanted to kiss this guy made a bad spin on purpose and embarrassed him in front of everyone. After a good few hours I think I convinced him that it truly was a legitimate bad spin. To cap this insane evening off, as we went home our gracious host called to tell me that after he walked us to the train he rounded the corner to find multiple cop cars and a body under a sheet AAAA scary. He then talked to people and it seemed that a cop car hit the poor sheet person. That is really really scary and sad. However, it did make for a fairly exciting weekend.

Because I liked it so much last time, let's play the shuffle game again.

She's Leaving Home, The Beatles- What a classic. I often thought about leaving home while listening to this song as an overly dramatic teenager. However, I had a sickly sweet home life and there is no way I would have actually left. I may have hid in a tree for a few hours but never actually left.

The Waitress, Tori Amos- This one really takes me back. It reminds me that I used to like screaming Bitch at the top of my lungs for angst reasons. It also resonates well with my work situation and how I am doing way too much and am not happy and it makes me want to revert to my violent ways. But I won't.

Peaches En Regalia, Frank Zappa- This just fuckin rocks. Man am I ever enjoying it. I kind of want to jump up and flail my arms and dance around. But I won't.

WHY THIS BLOG IS HERE

So this morning I went to work and as I typically do went to myspace to begin my day. Much to my dismay, I got a page that said FRIEND ID NOT VALID USER HAS CANCELLED THEIR PAGE OR IT HAS BEEN DELETED. I thought there must be some error so I tried to sign in again, and again, and again. Then, in a fit of sadness, I text messaged my friend Monica who I thought might actually care. She did. Or so it seemed. I desperately asked what I would do all day without myspace and she suggested that I start a blog. It is a suggestion she has made before, and an interesting one, but I never did. Until today. Whatever I will talk about on this thing has me stumped. In fact, I lead a very dull and routine life so it seems there would be very little to discuss. However, I may surprise myself. I was thinking that maybe I should have a theme for this thing. From what I typically see people write about what they do and other such things. Since I do nothing, that type of blog would be awful. At lunch I was reading the Onion and they had a piece about celebrities putting their mp3 players on shuffle and commenting on the first 3 songs. You are not allowed to skip anything no matter how awful it may be. Something very awful may come on mine. This will be fun.

1. Waiting For The Sun, The Doors-There really isn't too much to be said about that. I mean other than the obvious Natalie used to be a big old wannabe hippie type. I really can't front though; I truly enjoy its lameness.

2. New Jack Hustler, Ice-T- HAHAHAHA that’s funny stuff. What a nice juxtaposition. Before I wanted to be a hippie (which I used to be pretty good at in a clean sort of way) I wanted to be a gangster. I was not a good gangster. Needless to say I have a strong affinity for that old school gansta rap stuff. It can always make me smile.

3. To The Whore Who Took My Poems, Charles Bukowski- I have to thank Tony for this one. He is quite the Bukowski fan. This poem was quite interesting though. I too would be pissed if some whore took my poems. I, like Bukowski would rather be robbed of my funds than of my creative works. Man that is depressing.

I just spent the last hour and a half stuffing, gluesticking, and stamping envelopes for a breakfast for work. That was interesting. I thought I would get to at least hear a lot of music but after "To the Whore Who Took My Poems" The Santaland Diaries came on and that took over half an hour. Not that I minded, it was certainly a barrel of laughs. I think I am supposed to go have cake now. Whenever someone leaves work for better things there is cake. Well it happens when almost everyone leaves. They get cake and presents and a big good-bye. On my last day I got nothing. Well my department gave me a gift cert so that was not nothing and I was taken out to lunch by the ED and program manager, again, not nothing but I certainly didn't get any cake. Some people didn't even know it had been my last day. I never really got that one. Maybe they knew I would be back in three months. That’s creepy to think of. Anyway. I'm off to sit there and pretend as if I care. The real party is afterward anyway.