Maintenance
I've been trying to upload a video to YouTube for the last hour. I'm starting to get pissed off that it isn't working.
The fact that I can hit the high notes is one of the reasons I don't often do karaoke. People look at me like I have an arm growing out of my ass when it starts to get up there, and it's not cool. Also, I told the guy that I refused to answer the question, that it is a question you should never ask a woman, and that it is a trick question. If you want me to tell you how long it takes me to get ready before I leave the house, I'll tell you. If you want to know when and why you should give me flowers, I'll tell you. But please, I am not a Hyundai, all women require maintenance, and any woman who believes she is "low" maintenance is seriously delusional. This blog is proof that I require a certain kind of care and feeding in order to stay happy and healthy. Plus, I'm trying to up my maintenance factor because I've been told that my easy-going personality is the reason I'm single. Because I've taken the mystery out of being female. The word on the street is that dudes love the feminine mystique. They also love to bitch about it. So without it, there's nothing to bitch about and nothing to wonder about as they fall asleep on the couch waiting for you to wash your hair and do your makeup. It's not as easy as I thought it would be. But then, I haven't been getting that much practice.
I have plans to go next week. I'm keeping a bit of a low profile this week. Plus I'm trying to pay the rent. You know how it goes.
It's been cold here lately. Well, cold for here.
I talked to a guy today about getting an MFA, which would enable me to be a real professor at some point in my life. The catch is that because of the financial cesspool we're all diving into, there's now talk about budget cuts in the near future, meaning that will be cut, meaning that I may not be teaching in the fall. I have no seniority there, so I could be very screwed. We'll see what happens.
Anyway, that's about it.
p.s. I know I'm low maintenance.
The fact that I can hit the high notes is one of the reasons I don't often do karaoke. People look at me like I have an arm growing out of my ass when it starts to get up there, and it's not cool. Also, I told the guy that I refused to answer the question, that it is a question you should never ask a woman, and that it is a trick question. If you want me to tell you how long it takes me to get ready before I leave the house, I'll tell you. If you want to know when and why you should give me flowers, I'll tell you. But please, I am not a Hyundai, all women require maintenance, and any woman who believes she is "low" maintenance is seriously delusional. This blog is proof that I require a certain kind of care and feeding in order to stay happy and healthy. Plus, I'm trying to up my maintenance factor because I've been told that my easy-going personality is the reason I'm single. Because I've taken the mystery out of being female. The word on the street is that dudes love the feminine mystique. They also love to bitch about it. So without it, there's nothing to bitch about and nothing to wonder about as they fall asleep on the couch waiting for you to wash your hair and do your makeup. It's not as easy as I thought it would be. But then, I haven't been getting that much practice.
I have plans to go next week. I'm keeping a bit of a low profile this week. Plus I'm trying to pay the rent. You know how it goes.
It's been cold here lately. Well, cold for here.
I talked to a guy today about getting an MFA, which would enable me to be a real professor at some point in my life. The catch is that because of the financial cesspool we're all diving into, there's now talk about budget cuts in the near future, meaning that will be cut, meaning that I may not be teaching in the fall. I have no seniority there, so I could be very screwed. We'll see what happens.
Anyway, that's about it.
p.s. I know I'm low maintenance.
posted by Ocean | 10:37 PM
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