Can I just tell you...

• Wearing a thong for the first time in 3 weeks is brutal...especially when you're in "healing" mode. But panty lines are a no go when working with dirty old men.
• Dodging the Shadow proved to be somewhat successful. I think I'm in Phase Out 2. While I did get the morning email today (which I did not respond to), he asked me later (when he stopped by my desk for the 10th time) what I was doing this weekend and I told him hanging out with Nate (I'm not). Hopefully he's starting to get it already.
• I've had cramps all day and not those kind of cramps. More of the Mirolax kind. My doctor put me on a little regime to keep me regular but it seems I took too much today. Oops. Need to dial it down.
• I got this little gem while I was home and my feet are uber soft, which is a huge fete (no pun intended, really!) especially in the summer months. Freaking genius!
• My boss is hilarious. In his manager's meeting today he told everyone, "Texas had a successful surgery and would now like to be called George". This is all day people!
• I'm feeling good about life in general.
  
  Things are grand! :)

Solidification

So I'm tanked from my date with Nate. I thought it would be fairly sober but it wasnt't... and it was fun but i can't help but thinking what i did on Saturday night that you guys would sooooooo not approve of. So after mugging down on the balcony of Kiwi's place, I said my goodbyes and came home but looked up a certain number that i hadn't called in a very long time and happened to speak to for an hour. Alot of things triggered me to call him and the conversation went something like this:
"I look for you every where"
"You're a liar, you're not going back to Oz anytime soon...wtf?"
"Is it really you? I'm disgusting (from Monica from Friends when they find a nude photo of her and she says 'I'm Monica, I'm disgusting' yeah, I kept saying I'm disgusting which he totally didn't get. I was disgusting because I totally made out with someone 20 minutes before hand and then called him..."I'm disgusting.... "
"I want to see you again....Do you want to see me?"
To which he responded, "Yeah, I want to see the new Gucci bag" (at his old company he could have gotten me a discount)....I told him since he works for [Posh Department Store] he would have to get me a discount on the matching wallet. WTF?
"Don't blow smoke up my ass and tell me you're going to call...if you're not going to call just say it" to which he said "i'm going to call you this week....promise".

I am disgusting. I've been drinking with Nate since 2pm (it's 9pm now) and I'm wasted.

I've been on egg shells since my phone call with Kanger and giddy and breaking into hysterics becuase it was so ridiculous then Wednesday came around and his promise of calling me during the week was not around so I went into depression...but I also had Nate texting me and was otherwise distracted..I can't make someone hang out with me. Even if technically I'm secretly in love with him and don't know what to do.... it's somewhat insane...but that's just me.... i just made out with Nate at the bar and we went our seperate ways.... but i miss kanger ahhhhhhhhhhh.....

so i just called kanger from getting his number from my yahoo folder and some chick answered...(he's not dating anyone because in the hour that he filled me in on everything at 3am last saturday, he made the mistake of telling me this information)...so i hung up and texted..."are you 12? having you're friends answer...i've been drinking since 2pm on a date....and you can't give me 2 point 2? am i that awful?" and nothing folks. *UPDATE (He texted back at 1.30am _ "not sure what you mean by your text. hope you had fun on your date." WTF? it woke me up and i tried to call to redeem myself not crazy...ironic, eh? but no answer of course... do I write back to that? Mandy says no but if I absolutely must to write "I won't bother you again") thus he is 12 with a 5 year old daughter and i don't know why i do this to myself but i did. i've now erased his number in my hidden yahoo.com account folder and but am now back to the psycho that i was last august. i'm feeling sooooo good about myself. the only thing that is saving me is memories of this evening with Nate being hoisted on a post and wrapping my legs around him to kiss him (nothing else happened), only to be totally caught by the people that live in the flat we were making out in front of. i'm glad he went to his mate's party...but i so didn't need to come home and do this. ...what the eff is wrong with me???

Erasure

You know what's the devil?....FACEBOOK. It tells you all sorts of jems, like a certain someone is still in London after telling me he was moving back to Australia in December and a certain outing at a club that happens to be 2 stops away from me in a month that he will be attending -don't worry I will not be making a drop by- that's a little psy-cho even for me. And I know I need to mentally ship him off and physically STOP checking. It's not healthy I know this and I vow to stop but wanted to give you insight into the crazy.

I did however make a HUGE step and erase all emails to and from him that were in one of my inbox folders. The emails are almost a year old and need to be trashed. High time to do some spring cleaning...on my heart. (say cheese)

I'm looking for a relationship that sounds like a Joshua Radin song (again) . Is that so hard to ask?

*Still on hiatus...just shifting through the shit. (I feel if I put this patheticness out to the internet/universe I will feel ashamed and stop - my very own nicorette patch).

Experimentation (updated)

I have a problem. It's called constantly having to be in control of situations and plan things out. I have been a busy social butterfly since I got back to London and all of a sudden this weekend I don't have definite plans. I know it's only Tuesday, but I don't work that way.

I have plans to go out on Thursday with friends (that we made a week and a half ago) and I soooooo want to email everyone to confirm but I'm not going to allow myself to do that. That's meddling and nothing good ever comes from that. I just need to let things unfold how the universe wants them to and relax. So that's my experiment this week. Hopefully I won't crack!

UPDATE: So, my little experiment worked. I didn't prompt a thing and this is what my weekend is looking like: Tonight I’m going out with my old co-workers (including the Cog, but I fully plan to behave myself...don't want to feel like crap tomorrow, physically and mentally). [The Cog was a no show, therefore no harm, no foul!] Friday, I totally forgot I have a leaving party for one of my friends. Saturday, I'm going to watch Rugby with Blake and crew and Sunday, I'm going to high tea at Kensington Palace with Prissy and then later that night going to watch part of the Superbowl with another group of friends (coincidentally in Kanger's neighborhood). Should be interesting.

Funny how things just come together if you let them! Lesson learned.

Tee, anyone?

I'm going to dinner/drinks with a group of Ex-pats tonight to celebrate the 4th of July. My friend, HM, posted on her blog today that she is going to be sporting an Old Navy* July 4th 2007 t-shirt that she picked up while in Houston last week. A T-SHIRT in public that reads "Old. Navy. July. 4th. 2007". My fashion background is royally irked. I'm all for graphic fitted tees and what not, but a freaking soccer mom t-shirt smack dab in the middle of a fashion crazed London? The horror!

It would be one thing to simply wear this t-shirt in the first place but the guy HM is "talking" to and will see for the second time EVER will be at dinner and she will be wearing the effing t-shirt. She also brought one back for her friend to wear at dinner, too. (I don't know, I stopped dressing like my friends when I was, what, six, seven?). They will be the hideous t-shirt twins. Nerd alert! And I have the honor of sitting next to them.

I know this all sounds so incredibly snobby and petty but HM is on the opposite end of the spectrum from my friends back home. They actually care about how they look and spend a fair amount of time getting ready to look super polished and put together when they step out the door. HM, on the other hand, apparently believes an over-sized T-SHIRT will help attract the opposite sex. I'm thinking the odds are strongly against her.

Happy 4th of July!

*I love shopping at Old Navy...just don't like its logo emblazoned on my clothing or anything with a date. T-shirts are for sleeping and working out in.

My name is TC and I'm a DUMBASS

I called my landlord today to tell him that my boiler is leaking and that my washer and dryer are not working. He answered but seemed really distracted and asked for me to call him back in 5 minutes. I agreed and hung up and thought that was soooo rude - If you can’t talk then don’t flipping answer.

I let 20 minutes go by and I called him back and started talking again about my washer/dryer etc. There were some more pauses and then he started talking and I hang up because I realized that I was not talking to Niall "The Landlord", but Niall "The 23 Year Old" whom I haven’t spoken to since early March!!!!!!

He called back and I was laughing at my stupidity and told him my landlord's name is Niall and I thought I was talking to him and that I was soo sorry. He seemed to think it was pretty funny as well. We chatted for a bit then I let him go back to work since it was 9:30am. Before we hung up, I told him we should catch up sometime. We shall see.

I called my real landlord finally and the problems are fixed! And to make matters more absurd, a week ago I put in my phonebook Landlord Niall to avoid this ordeal and without thinking called Niall thinking it was the Landlord.

They have now been changed to NIALL and NIALL - LANDLORD.

6 weird things about me

I got tagged by Brooklyn Seahag, to share 6 weird things about me. They aren't as entertaining as hers but they are my very own personal quirks!

1. I hate all things spicy- this baffles people, especially when they know I'm from Texas. They expect us to put Tabasco sauce on our cornflakes! I also hate Barbecue... I promise I was born and raised there.

2. I eat cereal out of a cup- It's so much easier to drink the milk afterwards without making a mess; of course I will eat it out of a bowl like a civilized person if necessary, i.e. restaurants, at someones house, etc., but I feel strange when doing so in these circumstances. I also eat ice cream out of coffee mugs. My whole family (mom, dad and maternal grandparents) eats cereal and ice cream this way.

3. My Type A personality comes out at the slightest smacking, tapping or chair kicking, etc. I will either get away from the noise as quickly as possible or if I can stare down the person responsible for it to make them stop, I will try that tactic first. You do not want to be faced with the death stare!

4. I don't say "I love you" or "I love you, too" to my parents or family members. They know to say it to me first and then I respond with "Me, too". It's always been that way since I was little. My family knows I love them but it wouldn't feel right if I were to say "I love you" first. I have no problem saying those words to boyfriends.

5. I suffer from nanuphobia, meaning fear of people of abnormally small size, aka, midgets*. Anytime I am in proximity of said individuals, I get the adrenaline rush of fear and try to evacuate the area as soon as possible. It stems back to when I was little and my parents subjected me to a movie with Chevy Chase that had an evil midget that climbed the stairs singing "One, two I'm coming for you....three, four better lock the door...". I'm also convinced my parents took me to a midget infested town- they adamantly deny it.

6. I am deathly afraid of clowns, throw in a midget clown...I will climb the walls! An angry midget clown...it's over- might as well call 911.


I tag: Mandy, Melissa, Golightly, Broady, Kat, Reach and Charming.

*I realize that midgets are people too. It's just like being bit by a dog when you were litte and then being deathly afraid of dogs there after. I apologize if you are a midget, friends with a midget or have a family member that is a midget. No offense to them.

Seriously Cool!

Saturday, I met up with Melissa of This Is It, Seriously? blog and she's even prettier in person and so much fun! It was awesome to talk about intimate details of each others lives, freely, with someone that you just met-all thanks to the power of the blogosphere!

I wish I could have hung out with Melissa and her friends longer but unfortunately I got extremely motion sick while we were on the way to a house party. I had to excuse myself and leave, which I was super bummed about. There was so much I wanted to "catch up on"! But when talking makes you want to lose your cookies, you just want your bed to recover.

On my way back to my hotel, I took a walking detour of Central London because I couldn't be in the cab one second longer. It was that bad. I think the main culprit was taking a aspirin on an empty stomach. Not wise. It left me out of commission and unable to go ice skating with Melissa and her super posh London friends the next day, too. Sadness.

I really hope she makes it back to London soon...and I have a feeling she will!;) And when she does I'll be equipped with a full stomach and hopped up on Antivert pills! (Because, yes, this sort of thing- losing control of my body- happens all the flipping time!)