People are mean

One day I will understand why people think it's ok to tell me negative things about myself...but the second you do it to them it's World War III. I swear to God, I realize bad things about myself all the fucking time...and I truthfully do NOT need people to point out menial problems that do NOT contribute to some higher good be it for myself or others. Thank you for adhering to this policy. I have a mother that tells me I'm fat, don't go to church enough, and am horrible with money. I honestly don't need anyone elses opinion on the matter unless I ask. Thanks.

One Nite...Two Hands...Three Numbers

Yes, my friends...Susan still has it. Last night was Pub Fiction. Geez. Susan's Big Adventure in Boyland continues. Ok. So, that Weezer song that goes, "If you want to destroy my sweater [du nuh nuh nuh nuh] pull this thread as I walk away [as I walk away]". Well, Johnny B was plyaing that & of course I was singing along. This was pretty much the anthem to any high school kid in the mid nineties right? So, this guy sees me doing my best to look like 'Buddy Holly' or maybe 'Mary Tyler Moore' with my fly glasses & vintage style while singing at the top of my lungs. He comes up to me, looking like a hipster version of Napoleon Dynamite, and says, "Oh my God, it's AWESOME that you know this song!" Enter suicidal thoughts of how old I'm getting...that a dude legally got into a bar & thought this Weezer song was 'old skool' enough to say it was "awesome" that I know the words. Streaming daggers serated my heart, but I got over it.

I find it funny and also sort of love it that the only boys in the bar that seek me out are the indie kids. It's funny how they stick together...all so insecure in there Value Village, popped collar, urban flair. Not too far from my own self. There were three of them. Napoleon aka Pat, Jared Leto aka Matt, and Offspring aka Jon (now he's getting a tattoo, yeah, he's getting ink done/he asked for a 13 but they drew a 31). Nap loved me from Weezer...Offspring pretty much likes any girl that would talk to him, but Jared....Jared was a little tougher sell. Jared judged. He was teetering on liking me when I told them they weren't typical Pub clientele...they should probably be at Poison Girl.

"How did you know we came from Poison Girl???"
"Didn't, but I know your type....Judging Jared!"
"Wicked"

He REALLY thought I was the shit after I called him on liking Coldplay when he's feeling a bit more 'commercial'. After that we were cool. We chatted about both being at the OkGo concert at the Meridian, and the funny dance they do. He, of course, is in acting school in Chicago and I'm sure he turned 21 last week or something. Anywho, I ended up with his number in my pocket...Napoleons in my left hand & Offsprings on my right.

I'd say that was a good use of $30.

Revelations on a Treadmill

So, I've thought about writing children's books for quite some time. Here are some titles I've been tossing around in my head & thought about at the gym this morning (they all have something to do with Frank, as I feel cute, cuddly animals are a must in children's fairy stories):

Frank 'n Stein
(Does Daddy have a Drinking Problem?)

A Tail of Two Cities
(Mommy, who are these ladies that keep calling Daddy from London & Paris?)

Frank & Frank's ability
(Not that funny, but I had to add a Jane Austen knock off)

I feel like these are all viable stories. I'll work on Frank 'n Stein tonight & see if I can come up with a good story board to share.