A Year Later

January 28, 2007

Hot Damn, a year of airing my dirty laundry. No stalkers, so that’s good. For all of you who stop by to visit-thank you. I love it.


Advise Please?

January 25, 2007

I am taking a 200 level writing course, and I need to find a topic to write a research paper on. The “theme” of the class is “Technology and Society”, so I can write on pretty much anything. Since I like to keep it interesting (we’ll have to do a class presentation, as well), I need to find something cool to write about, and I want that something cool to involve Bulgaria, of course. Outsourcing? Privatization? Olympic Bid? I need ideas. Something that will allow me to elaborate for 10 pages, or 3000 words, and be able to quote my sources. I need at least a B in this class. Plus, the TA is really cute. I think he might be younger than me, but I would like to have the option of a date once the semester is over….


January 25, 2007

This popped in my inbox this morning, while I was enjoying my tea. The result-tea on the screen, the keybord, the mouse and the Honda Lease Contract for one of our customers(oh, well). Luckily, none flew out of my nose. That would have hurt. The sad part is, people actually believe this shit….

 Subject: FW: Beware..CITGO Name Change!!

 Chavez is the foreign owner of Citgo gas stations in the US. 
He has openly stated that he is against all Americans and wishes them death and destruction.  However, he is willing to have his gas stations here in America.  His goal is to get rich off Americans…  See below…

CITGO Beginning a Name Change– To: —   PETRO EXPRESS

  VERY IMPORTANT Chavez is starting to feel the loss of revenue at Citgo….

For more info on this subject click on the link below:http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/v/venezuela.htm

 Oh, the humanity…..

Deal With It

January 23, 2007

You disappear from my life because it is convenient for you, without reason or an explanation. You then try to reconnect without really caring about what is going on with me. I realize that this tactic has been effective for other people in your life, so you think it will work for me, too. Well, as I told you a long time ago, my track record for keeping in touch with people like you ain’t exactly stellar. We even had a big discussion about it, and I know you remember it. I would have made an exception, but you resurfaced way too late. Your strategy was kinda lousy, too. Yes, I know you called. How about leaving me a message? No? Too much effort for you? That’s unfortunate. Because it just might have done the trick. Even a year later.

This is how a five-year friendship gets fucked up. And I’m still pissed. And you know why.

Mars and Venus

January 20, 2007

Had an interesting conversation over drinks with some of the boys from work tonight. Apparently they all believe that women in relationships get more attached than men do.  I wasn’t sure if I should smack each of them, laugh, or agree. No, actually, I don’t agree. Generalizing to that point is ignorant, if nothing else. Plus, I really don’t think that men and women are all that different. People in general are different, and relationship dynamics are never black and white. Reasoning with a bunch of salesmen, however, is discouraging enough without the alcohol. After a few beers, they just got stupid. I got indignant. Luckily, Baldhead knocked over a glass of beer and the conversation was over before I got a chance to punch someone. Fun times….

And Then I Realized…

January 19, 2007

….I am a charming drunk….

The Morning After

January 17, 2007

Have you ever seen the SATC episode where Carry turns 35? She doesn’t even want a party, but her friends talk her into it, then stand her up at the restaurant where she is forced to pay for her own cake. That was me on Sunday night, alone in a Midtown hotel room, waiting for my friend Dan to call me and tell me where to meet. We had planned for  several weeks prior to the event-dinner, catching up, drinks, slumber party at the W, galavanting Monday. Well, he sent me a text message that simply said “Chelsea”, about two hours after I had checked in and called him, oh, 47 times or so. By then I was too pissed to even try to make him elaborate further, neither was I in the mood to go looking for him. Do you know how many gay bars there are in Chelsea? Good, neither do I. I’m not sure what/who got into him, but he obviously thought it was better than me. Yes, I got stood up by a gay guy on my birthday.

Determined to have a non-crappy night, I ordered some of the best room service ever (pan-seared halibut with string beans and peruvian potatoes-yes, it was as good as it sounds), and headed toward Times Square at around 11pm. I love that part of town late at night, it gives you a whole different perspective on the City. I cut through the Grand Central Terminal, mostly empty at that point, and talked to the U.S. Army guard for awhile. Sat on the steps by the main entrance and just looked at the ceiling for awhile. The building is so damn beautiful, it practically transports you back into the 20s. I got to Times Square at around 11:45, bought myself a gift from Sephora, and took the long way back to the hotel. Had a drink in the lobby bar (gin and tonic), and went back to my room, where I fell asleep to Law and Order reruns.

Woke up the next morning still pissed at the homo, but determined not to call. Got myself ready, had breakfast in bed, checked out of the hotel and headed downtown. I pet every single dog I saw, had late lunch in SoHo, did some shopping on Broadway. I got on the train at around 8pm, and was home by 9. Thank you to everyone who thought of me.

Dan still hasn’t called. Neither have I. I’m not sure if I should be pissed or worried about him at this point, but I’m not sure I want to find out, either. Don’t let the above fool you, though. I had a fabulous birthday.

Family Planning

January 11, 2007

Is there something in the air? Fuck, I hope it’s not contagious. It appears that EVERY female in the immediate vicinity is pregnant. And to some, it comes as a surprise. This is what I don’t understand-we all know EXACTLY how it happens, so why in hell are you so shocked? Or were you trying to compete with the other dumb asshole? And while we’re on this note, no, you have not discovered pregnancy. Being knocked up is nothing new, so don’t act like it was your idea. It don’t take all that much brains, anyway. Just ask Mary. She was a virgin and still managed.

5 For Fighting

January 11, 2007

Since lemon passed the torch, here they go… For those of you who don’t speak Bulgarian-5 things you(probably) don’t know about me:

1. When I was born my mom had named me Haдежда (Nadejda-it means hope). My grandmother Sofia got pissed so my parents ended up changing it.

2. I love the ocean, but am horrified of pool water. Oooh, freudian…

3. I love Earl Grey tea. I drink at least 3 cups a day, with lots of lemon and honey. Yum!

4. I have semi-wavy, semi-curly hair that I flat-iron into submission every morning. If I don’t, my hair ends up resembling the hot, uncontrollable mess that I myself am.

5. I had flown across the Atlantic 18 times by the time I was 7 (according to my parents’ estimates).

 There’s more, of course, but none of it all that interesting. Not that the above is all that fascinating…. You asked, anyway.

Enjoy the Silence

January 10, 2007

So much happening, and so little time to talk about it. I am registering for classes tomorrow, the semester starts next tuesday, and I am oh so very excited. I gave my two week notice at work last week, and all the managers had a collective coronary. I don’t understand-I’ve been asking EVERYONE for a raise, and no one listened. Now that they realize it’s over, they are willing to do anything to keep me. Bribes for more money, part-time work, a different position are all in the works right now. Had I known this would have happened, I would have bluffed 4 months ago. It is nice to be courted, though. I am actually happy to stay part-time for more money. This way I won’t need to look for another job, as I had been planing. I like my job, and I love the boys. As I have mentioned before, I get away with a lot. I also happen to do a lot I really don’t have to.  So everyone is happy. Especially me.

I am also planing a birthday celebration. Party saturday night, sunday and monday in Manhattan. Show or play, dinner with friends, some shopping. The way a birthday should be, you know. Kind of a last hurrah before school begins. Everyone is invited, of course. I’ll even pick you up from the airport, lemon. Yes, you. It’s about time….