hazeleyedguy

Is it wrong that I
- like Gossip Girl?
- I'm always 15 minutes late for work?
- wearing pants two sizes too big?

Did you know that I
- don't care for running into people from high school. They all talk like a bunch of whiny valley girls with their, "Like, OMG, it's Tim M., like, hey!" And I'm like, heffa' please, you from Ohio."?
- prefer straight bars to gay bars, because the men are often cuter?
- used to be nearly bilingual, but now I can't even remember the Spanish word for taco?

Nothing irks me more than
- this whole Cleveland Pride mama-drama. Note to queer Cleveland: Get. Over. It.
- the cook downstairs who automatically puts cheese on my sammie even though I don't want it, and every day I have to ask him to take it off, and he gets all surly (either because he just wasted the cheese or he doesn't understand how someone could not love cheese).
- heavy East side traffic.

I am simply in love with
- Lesbians on Ecstasy -- what a killer band!
- the entire Shiseido Men line.
- Nate and Dan from Gossip Girl.

Late at night, I dream about
- a utopian future.
- Dallas Cowboys locker room fantasies.
- being famous, or at least being chased by TMZ.

Since April I have
- lost 83 pounds.
- stopped smoking.
- cut the games.

My dream job is to do nothing, but look fabulous, and be paid for it. Sort of like Paris Hilton, but with class and style (and a clue). 

I'm having  a lot of trouble being motivated to write some copy for a brochure and work on some e-promotions. My boss is waaaaaaay behind on his own tasks, so that no one's really checking to make sure I'm doing what I should be doing. When I was a department director, I could never get away with this. Now that I'm an assistant director at a gigantiloth organization, it seems it's pretty easy to slack off and not get called on it. 

However, there' s not much going on in the Cleveland Rants and Rave's on Craigslist, so I guess I'm going to have to do some work. Sigh. What's my deal today? Horoscope.com says I should be having a four-star day. I think it's because of my boss. His lack of motivation/interest/complacency with being behind on projects has trickled down to me. If he's not excited about this stuff, why should I be? That's so not in my nature. But then again, this is the first time I've worked for such a large organization, that maybe slackery is just part of the culture. 

I'd ask one of my co-workers who has been here for a long time but he's at the coffeehouse next door flirting with the college-girl baristas. And I think another person I could talk to is shopping on Amazon.com. I may never know the answer to this.

...can be found here.

Seriously, like Every. Single. Cookie. Ever.

I planning on doing some baking for the holidays. It's a great stress-reliever...and cookies make nice gifts for the co-workers/borderline acquaintance set. I may even try making my favorite cookie, the time-tested snickerdoodle.

Essentially, I faked my blog death elsewhere and am starting anew here--anonymously. I needed a place to whine and vent and talk about people behind their backs. 

Seriously, I'm on a voyage of self-discovery, or some shit like that. And I like to type.

Here's to me using my noodle.

Cheers.