Post-it July 30th 2012

Morning Mr. Scratchy.

Woke up to thunder storms and fire trucks.  What a combo to listen to. 

There will be a Blue Moon in Aug.  That signifies the end of a cycle and the beginning of another.  So everyone will be feeling like they're on a roller coaster for the next three weeks and then things should smooth out for beginning of Sept.
I have no idea if you're into astrology?  But it's always good to have a heads up on things.
The way I see it, even people who are not into things like that, still feel the energy from everything happening, and might not understand why.
I only have a basic study in astrology.  Haven't completely wrapped my brain around Western style, let alone dig into Chinese or Vedic.  I seem to be completely useless with the language of numbers, which is what you really need for proper astrology.

I'm thinking of expanding the Monster's Library project for a second year.  I know, my levels of dorkdom and geekiness have no end. 

Are you a comic guy?  Damn I hope so.  The type of guy who can plan his day around needing to get to the comic or book store before it closes for the new releases.  The type of guy who sees no problem with saying he needs a new shirt and buying a tee shirt with a horror movie logo or rock band or something.  

Yes, Mr. Scratchy, I hope when the time comes, I find you to be a shy-ish, homebody artist nerdy type.
I'm sure you're rolling your eyes as you read this, maybe groaning or even spitting your coffee on the computer screen from laughter.  Cause if you're in the wrestling business your suppose to be the total opposite. 
But I imagine you to be ... more real.
You know I'm just a big goofball. A hopeless romantic who would spend the rest of her life doing movie reviews.  (I'm really starting to feel like the lead character in the movie Trick or Treat writing fan letters to Sammie Curr.)

Well, anyways Mr. Scratchy,  hope your day is relaxing.  

Post -it July 28th

It's a Saturday night.
The heat is still too much at a +27c with a +31c humidex.  That's too hot no matter what time of day or night you're sitting at.

Mr. Scratchy, I had this image of a guy in a fedora.  Navy blue/black with a light coloured band around it.  Short dark hair, dark tee.  Could not see his face.
Maybe it was you?   Maybe I really am loosing my mind?   Either way, I thought I would come in here and write a bit.

So Mr. Scratchy, let me ask you something you might want to answer... are you for or against the 87% ?

I hope Mr. Scratchy, that you're having a wicked night tonight.  I hope it's cool where you are unlike it is here. 
I imagine you tonight, just relaxing with some music and an art project. In a pair of grey shorts, with a cup of tea. 

Dirty Laundry 18

I was in physio therapy this morning.  It was the last day for the two students who have been working with my therapist.
While the one who's been working with me the last month was working on my knee taking measurements, the other one was sitting at the desk texting and swooning over her latest boyfriend.

My phone buzzed and I answered it. When I did, my student therapist leaned over pointing to the wallpaper I had and asked who they were.

Me-: "That's the celebrity. And that's The Other Guy."

ST-: "He looks familiar." she pointed to The Celebrity.

Me-: "You're a wrestling fan?" 

She shook her head and shrugged saying she never watches wrestling " I like his hair."

Me-: "It grows on you."

ST-: "Yeah, I don't know.  I swear he's really familiar."

Me-: "He's an international wrestling superstar, you could have seen him in an airport, or who knows."

She was called over to the desk for something and I guess from her body language, was telling the other student what we had been talking about.  The expression on the other female student went from smiley and up to down right hatred. 

We chatted a bit more just before I left, as she'd on a plane back to Southern Ontario tomorrow. 

ST-: "I think it's great your doing the wrestling stuff. No matter what anyone else thinks. It's obviously something you care about cause your face was just lit up when you were talking about it."

Me-: "Yeah, for the most part it's pretty damn cool. The down side is I have yet to get an interview. Nor have I had the chance to see The Celebrity wrestle live yet. Maybe one of these years."

ST-:"Speaking of celebrities, I know you're a vampire fan, what do you think about all that stuff in the news this morning about that twilight couple?"

Me-: "They're still just people."   I nearly laughed at myself when I said that.  Everyone is always reminding me that the wrestlers I happen to dig are still just men.  They still have the same issues the rest of us do, they just happen to have a spiffy spotlight to do most of it in.

I went to Starbucks for a few minutes after I got home.  Storm was out side having his smoke break. He was talking to me and I wasn't even listening.  Then he sat down on the ground, cigarette hanging out of his mouth and his hands up covering the rest of his face, one eye sort of peeking out.  Like how kids watch scary movies.  He was asking something about my apartment again.   I'm not sure what his obsession with where I live is about?
Do I even want to know?

And of course, while I was standing there listening to him, my right side started to itch.  So I know I sort of half smiled, Mr. Scratchy.

G-Babbs knows all

The windows were open in the living room, and about an hour ago, G-Babbs was out walking her dog.  She spotted the open windows and came over chatting through the screen. She asked me how I was doing and if I'd heard from Storm at all.
I told her no.
She then asked me if I'm dating anyone?  I told her it was pointless right now given my injury and that I'm still a few months or more from being able to walk proper.

G-Babbs-: "You should do that online dating. Saw a commercial for it while I was watching tv.:

Me-: "Done that. Didn't really work for me."

G-Babbs-: "Why not? Too picky?"

Me-: "Not picky enough. I kept getting weirdos and cheaters. I had a few guys tell me that I wasn't what they had expected.  Which I don't understand, I mean, they saw what I looked like, talked to me in emails and on the phone how could I not be what they were expecting?"

G-Babbs shrugged and made this dismissing motion with her hand, her dog thinking she had a treat for him and started to jump up and down barking.

G-Babbs-: "Screw'em. Then you can do better. You're a nice girl, young still, good looking enough."

I said nothing, just sort of smiled and made an excuse to end the conversation.   I was scratching the right side of my body like mad, Mr. Scratchy.

I hope that your evening has been going well. I did a tarot reading shortly after all that, and the King of Swords reversed came up.  It means a man who abuses his power.  Watch your back at work.

Post-It July 25th 2012

The commercial for the episode of Sex and the City called "The F*** Buddy" was on.  Which was from season 2 episode 26.
In it, Carrie tries to turn a casual thing into a relationship but fails horribly because that's not what the guy wants.
He's her rebound guy.  It's about dating patterns and trying to break out of our comfort zones.

Life can get us stuck in ruts.  Be them romantic or career or just general patterns.  I've got more then a few of my own.  Mr. Scratchy, but I'm sure you've already figured all that out.

I'm thinking of digging up an old project from like a decade ago, Mr. Scratchy.  From before even my vampire movie.  Which I suppose is neither here nor there at the moment...
maybe it will help me break out of a few of my relationship patterns?

Anyways Mr. Scratchy, hope you're having a relaxing afternoon.

post it 23rd july

it's 1:00am here.
Just winding down for the night.  Thought I would get a little bit of blogging in now that our company is gone for the day.  The big scuffle here has been that there are new ministers at my mother's church.  Everyone is up in arms over it.

I guess I can't say 'bit of blogging' as I was just working on some other blogging stuff the last hour.

You ever wonder if you're really doing what you are meant to be?  I've been thinking more and more the last few days about that.  There has been a situation with one of my cousins, and everyone keeps talking about how she wasted her life.
Just the kind of thing, Mr. Scratchy that makes you sort of wonder.  Well, it makes me sort of wonder.

I imagine you tonight winding down from a busy day outside.  Maybe you had a bbq with your buddies?  Or caught the new Batman movie?  I can just imagine you in shorts with paint splotches on them, maybe ragged cut offs, singing the theme song from the old 1960's Batman, thrashing your skull around like the lead singer of Megadeth or Slayer or something cute like that while you get yourself a cup of tea before bed.
Ever notice I keep things fairly innocent... I don't know Mr. Scratchy, I guess I just like the comic book type. 

Hope you have a great night man.

Post it July 20th

My sister texted me a few minutes ago and told me to turn on the local channel.  There was an interview with some of the local actors in town, talking about a movie they made.
My ex boyfriend --- was one of them.  He looked the same, hair a bit thinner on top but otherwise the same.
I changed the channel to the weather network.  I can't even bring myself to look at a video of him. This was the one from 2006 who was working on my vampire film with me.  The one I abandoned my old myspace and flicker accounts because of.

Does it ever get easier?  This isn't even the big big big heartbreak.  But he did break my heart.
Are we ever able to just smile and nod and say "yeah we used to be" ?   Or is that something only really lucky select people are able to do?

I've had enough boyfriends, bad one night stands, crushes in my life that have left me crying.  But both --- and ----- are the only ones who really left their mark on me.

I guess I'm now looking for that one guy who will be the opposite of those other guys. Someone who won't leave me shaking at the sight of him. 

Does it, Mr Scratchy, does it ever get easier?