Sunday. Wrestling ppv tonight. Decided after much debate that I'm going to order it.
Well, Mr. Scratchy, Herman, you might be wondering maybe where I've been this week? Writing mostly.
I imagine you checking in right now, having a cup of coffee, maybe reading the sports websites or something, sitting around in a pair of dirty jeans, getting ready for work.
I'm watching a movie that's set in the 70's, and there are real typewriters in it, and it makes me miss having a typewriter. I know I'm weird.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Two for the price of half
6:25pm. Heard the downstairs neighbour stomp up the stairs and answer the front door to the building. Walls are paper thin around here. This is the guy who's wife left him for abuse.
Could hear the sound of a woman laughing. Bottles clanking.
I turned on my stereo to drown it out. Didn't work.
A few minutes later, heard the neighbour once again stomp up the stairs and answer the front door to the building. Hear a second female voice.
By 6:45pm, could hear an extremely loud female voice in the final seconds of an orgasm. And I say extremely loud, because I could hear it over my Sepultura cd. That's loud. Then heard water running in the pipes. The door slammed, high heels on the stairs and the front door to the building slam.
About a minute later, heard another loud female voice in the final seconds of an orgasm. Then once again, water running in the pipes, the door slammed, and someone running up the stairs and out the front door of the building.
It's 6:57pm. Just heard the neighbour answer the front door to the building again, and another female voice saying sorry she's late.
Oh my god. I think I might have to switch from Sepultura to Cradle of Filth. You can't hear anything over Cradle of Filth.
Could hear the sound of a woman laughing. Bottles clanking.
I turned on my stereo to drown it out. Didn't work.
A few minutes later, heard the neighbour once again stomp up the stairs and answer the front door to the building. Hear a second female voice.
By 6:45pm, could hear an extremely loud female voice in the final seconds of an orgasm. And I say extremely loud, because I could hear it over my Sepultura cd. That's loud. Then heard water running in the pipes. The door slammed, high heels on the stairs and the front door to the building slam.
About a minute later, heard another loud female voice in the final seconds of an orgasm. Then once again, water running in the pipes, the door slammed, and someone running up the stairs and out the front door of the building.
It's 6:57pm. Just heard the neighbour answer the front door to the building again, and another female voice saying sorry she's late.
Oh my god. I think I might have to switch from Sepultura to Cradle of Filth. You can't hear anything over Cradle of Filth.
Random 9/7/13
Sitting here, having a glass of wine. Merlot. Just got back from mom's where I was watching last night's wrestling.
Cool to see Dimmer is getting his on air push, and doing so in shades of grey.
Was at the grocery earlier, there's a shocker for ya eh? And one of the guys who works there stopped me by the dairy fridge and asked me if I was the lady looking for the goat milk? Very odd, given he asked me the same thing two weeks ago. I had already said no and was moving towards the check out when I realized, the dude was using it as an opening line. Way to talk to women there guy.
He was cute, I should have lied and said I was.
Cute. Odd word when you think about it. Ironically, means such different things to people. Cute, to me has always meant more of a innocent charm. I'm famous for saying "aw he's so cute." Which could mean the dude is funny as hell, or the type of guy you would expect to see as the latest heart throb on the cover of a teen magazine.
Cool to see Dimmer is getting his on air push, and doing so in shades of grey.
Was at the grocery earlier, there's a shocker for ya eh? And one of the guys who works there stopped me by the dairy fridge and asked me if I was the lady looking for the goat milk? Very odd, given he asked me the same thing two weeks ago. I had already said no and was moving towards the check out when I realized, the dude was using it as an opening line. Way to talk to women there guy.
He was cute, I should have lied and said I was.
Cute. Odd word when you think about it. Ironically, means such different things to people. Cute, to me has always meant more of a innocent charm. I'm famous for saying "aw he's so cute." Which could mean the dude is funny as hell, or the type of guy you would expect to see as the latest heart throb on the cover of a teen magazine.
Friday, July 5, 2013
But the photo is great
Walsh-:"You owe me seven dollars." He said as I opened the door.
Me-:"What for? We haven't had any bets lately."
He handed me a magazine. "I bought you a wrestling magazine."
Me-:"I don't read wrestling magazines."
Walsh-:"You need to read this one." he said flipping to a page and pointing to the article. "Interview with Mad Hatter and guess what he mentions...barbed wire."
I read the paragraph. "Okay." Walsh held out his hand. "I'm not paying you seven bucks for a magazine I never asked for, specially not for one paragraph's worth."
Walsh-:"Fine, then you can buy me a really expensive coffee." I had heard this morning from mom that Walsh's sister was sick again. So, I know he's in deep distraction mode. "So anything new with your little chat buddy?"
Me-:"Actually, yes. Well, sort of. More like a case of about him. This one chick on the social site, who I also talk to on the book site, we spent like two hours last night on the topic of Male Friend #1-the kid from Mexico-. I thought she was going to confess her undying love for him, but ends up, she wanted to tell me that he's been telling her about me." my cousin laughed. "See, funny right."
Walsh-:"The kid's got a crush on you. Enjoy it."
Me-:"Easy for you to say. She showed me a bunch of chats and private emails they had, and he's got like twenty chicks after him but he keeps turning them down cause he said he's got and I quote feelings for me, end quote. That's not right. Not right man."
Walsh shrugged still laughing. "Enjoy it. Just go with it, harmless."
Me-:"Harmless you say."
Walsh-:"What's it going to hurt? Have an online fling with him."
Me-:"That's just it, I don't want an online fling. I want a real relationship, with the right guy. I want the next relationship to be the relationship."
Walsh-:"How do you know it won't be?" he shrugged again.
Me-:"Um, you of all people even say you think the right guy is going to be a Johnathan. He's not a Johnathan."
My cousin got a text from one of his buddies and answered it, then said he was off to a baseball game. He looked at me with this large grin on his face, his eyes sparkling. "Speaking of true love, has Mad Hatter..."
Me-:"For the 50,000th time, Mad Hatter is not Mr. Scratchy!"
Walsh-"...yes he is." he put his phone away and got out a cigarette turning to leave. " Okay fine, has Mr. Scratchy told you his name yet?"
Me-:"What's that got to do with anything?"
He nearly choked as he took a drag on this cigarette, he was laughing so hard. "Come on, you really going to...you're not that f***ing stupid are you?"
Me-:"You're the one who seems to have all the answers to my love life. Yes that f***ing stupid."
Walsh just pointed once again to the magazine this time to the photo of Mad Hatter. "Think about it." I shook my head totally not getting him. "You're not stupid. You know what his last character was in the independent companies. Why do you think he went with it?"
Me-:"NO!" I screamed. Screamed so loud the neighbour opened his door to see what was going on.
Walsh was laughing so hard he was doubled over red faced. "Oh god, this has years of fun written all over it." he turned towards the neighbour still laughing. "Okay, I'm late the game's going to be started before I get there. Say hi to auntie for me." he took off, leaving me standing there feeling like an ass. A total ass.
Me-:"What for? We haven't had any bets lately."
He handed me a magazine. "I bought you a wrestling magazine."
Me-:"I don't read wrestling magazines."
Walsh-:"You need to read this one." he said flipping to a page and pointing to the article. "Interview with Mad Hatter and guess what he mentions...barbed wire."
I read the paragraph. "Okay." Walsh held out his hand. "I'm not paying you seven bucks for a magazine I never asked for, specially not for one paragraph's worth."
Walsh-:"Fine, then you can buy me a really expensive coffee." I had heard this morning from mom that Walsh's sister was sick again. So, I know he's in deep distraction mode. "So anything new with your little chat buddy?"
Me-:"Actually, yes. Well, sort of. More like a case of about him. This one chick on the social site, who I also talk to on the book site, we spent like two hours last night on the topic of Male Friend #1-the kid from Mexico-. I thought she was going to confess her undying love for him, but ends up, she wanted to tell me that he's been telling her about me." my cousin laughed. "See, funny right."
Walsh-:"The kid's got a crush on you. Enjoy it."
Me-:"Easy for you to say. She showed me a bunch of chats and private emails they had, and he's got like twenty chicks after him but he keeps turning them down cause he said he's got and I quote feelings for me, end quote. That's not right. Not right man."
Walsh shrugged still laughing. "Enjoy it. Just go with it, harmless."
Me-:"Harmless you say."
Walsh-:"What's it going to hurt? Have an online fling with him."
Me-:"That's just it, I don't want an online fling. I want a real relationship, with the right guy. I want the next relationship to be the relationship."
Walsh-:"How do you know it won't be?" he shrugged again.
Me-:"Um, you of all people even say you think the right guy is going to be a Johnathan. He's not a Johnathan."
My cousin got a text from one of his buddies and answered it, then said he was off to a baseball game. He looked at me with this large grin on his face, his eyes sparkling. "Speaking of true love, has Mad Hatter..."
Me-:"For the 50,000th time, Mad Hatter is not Mr. Scratchy!"
Walsh-"...yes he is." he put his phone away and got out a cigarette turning to leave. " Okay fine, has Mr. Scratchy told you his name yet?"
Me-:"What's that got to do with anything?"
He nearly choked as he took a drag on this cigarette, he was laughing so hard. "Come on, you really going to...you're not that f***ing stupid are you?"
Me-:"You're the one who seems to have all the answers to my love life. Yes that f***ing stupid."
Walsh just pointed once again to the magazine this time to the photo of Mad Hatter. "Think about it." I shook my head totally not getting him. "You're not stupid. You know what his last character was in the independent companies. Why do you think he went with it?"
Me-:"NO!" I screamed. Screamed so loud the neighbour opened his door to see what was going on.
Walsh was laughing so hard he was doubled over red faced. "Oh god, this has years of fun written all over it." he turned towards the neighbour still laughing. "Okay, I'm late the game's going to be started before I get there. Say hi to auntie for me." he took off, leaving me standing there feeling like an ass. A total ass.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
After midnight post-it
It's moments like this I miss having someone to talk to. I got spoiled by one ex who used to email and call at all hours when he wasn't here. I miss the pillow talk I used to have with a few other exes, and the general conversations with former internet lovers (okay and the phone sex I admit)
It's these really quiet nights when no one in the building is making noise, when there is no breeze coming from the open windows, and it's too warm to do anything but talk. (or in the winter when it's too cold to do anything but snuggle)
It's nights like these that drive me a bit nuts with loneliness. It shouldn't, but it does.
That's when the real intimacy would happen. In those late night talks, when everyone's guard is down and that comfort level has been reached.
Mr. Scratchy, Herman; I have no idea if you will see this tonight, but if you do...
It's these really quiet nights when no one in the building is making noise, when there is no breeze coming from the open windows, and it's too warm to do anything but talk. (or in the winter when it's too cold to do anything but snuggle)
It's nights like these that drive me a bit nuts with loneliness. It shouldn't, but it does.
That's when the real intimacy would happen. In those late night talks, when everyone's guard is down and that comfort level has been reached.
Mr. Scratchy, Herman; I have no idea if you will see this tonight, but if you do...
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
More after supper coffees
I was leaving mom's this afternoon, when Mavis was being dropped off for her to babysit. Walsh looked like he'd been through the wringer, still dressed in his work clothes, covered in sweat.
"Two questions. One, any new progress with that chat buddy? And two, your fairy tale, feels like you're setting it up to have a big love triangle. Are you cause it would be too much like your other stuff if you do."
Me-:"No, not going to have a love triangle. There is only so much I am allowed to do given it's on the thing. And no nothing new with the chat buddy." I walked out with him as he headed to the truck, stopping long enough to light a cigarette. "Do you like the fairy tale?"
Walsh-:"Yeah. Reminds me more of the stuff you used to write back in high school and college. The paranormal stuff. You should create an uncensored version, really let yourself go. It's too constrained. I know, it's online and the rules and stuff, but still, would love to see it uncensored. The character based on Mad Hatter, favourite so far. No love triangle, please."
Me-:"I just said I wasn't going to god. No one listens to me."
He took a long drag on his cigarette, blowing the smoke in my face. "What? I wasn't listening to you." he started laughing like a lunatic. "Your paranormal stories were always better then your romances. Always. Even when we were little, your ghost stories were entertaining."
Me-:"Why does this feel like a trap?"
Walsh-:"Not a trap, just saying I think you do better with horror stories. God, learn to take a compliment for what it is. Not everyone is mocking you when they say something nice you know." He tossed the filter onto the ground and got into the truck. "Oh and P.S. Ben, likes your fairy tale too."
Me-:"Ben?"
Walsh-:"That new guy at work I wanted to introduce you to. We were reading the story this morning on lunch. He thought it was funny." my cousin grinned at me like the cat that ate the canary as he started his truck and started to pull out of the parking lot.
"Two questions. One, any new progress with that chat buddy? And two, your fairy tale, feels like you're setting it up to have a big love triangle. Are you cause it would be too much like your other stuff if you do."
Me-:"No, not going to have a love triangle. There is only so much I am allowed to do given it's on the thing. And no nothing new with the chat buddy." I walked out with him as he headed to the truck, stopping long enough to light a cigarette. "Do you like the fairy tale?"
Walsh-:"Yeah. Reminds me more of the stuff you used to write back in high school and college. The paranormal stuff. You should create an uncensored version, really let yourself go. It's too constrained. I know, it's online and the rules and stuff, but still, would love to see it uncensored. The character based on Mad Hatter, favourite so far. No love triangle, please."
Me-:"I just said I wasn't going to god. No one listens to me."
He took a long drag on his cigarette, blowing the smoke in my face. "What? I wasn't listening to you." he started laughing like a lunatic. "Your paranormal stories were always better then your romances. Always. Even when we were little, your ghost stories were entertaining."
Me-:"Why does this feel like a trap?"
Walsh-:"Not a trap, just saying I think you do better with horror stories. God, learn to take a compliment for what it is. Not everyone is mocking you when they say something nice you know." He tossed the filter onto the ground and got into the truck. "Oh and P.S. Ben, likes your fairy tale too."
Me-:"Ben?"
Walsh-:"That new guy at work I wanted to introduce you to. We were reading the story this morning on lunch. He thought it was funny." my cousin grinned at me like the cat that ate the canary as he started his truck and started to pull out of the parking lot.
Monday, July 1, 2013
Can't handle that
9:45pm, I get the usual message from my cousin asking if I'm anywhere near a tv broadcasting tonight's wrestling? My answer also the usual, no I'm at home have to wait till I get to mom's tomorrow. Plus, bit upset that the sports channel here is changed and it does not look like their website will carry the replay anymore. Which is how I usually watch it if I can't get to mom's. I usually catch the online replay the next day.
But that's actually not the issue on my mind tonight. I gave my cousin Walsh the link to Male Friend #1's profile on the social site. He updated his id photo.
This is the 'kid from Mexico' who has been flirting with me for the last few months. Well, not just me, he's been flirting with a lot of girls on the site, but all for nothing because he's got such low self esteem.
Then, tonight he threw me for a major loop. He posted a new photo of him in a leather jacket, his hair cut, holding a guitar. And he does not look like the little 17 year old goth kid we all thought he was. He looks like a grown up 29 year old that he's been telling us he really is.
Walsh-:"Haha! He looks familiar."
Me-:"Sort of like that one dude in high school."
Walsh-:"Yeah, sort of. Wow, he's got five new friends on his friends list just in the few minutes I was reading his profile."
Me-:"All women right?"
Walsh-:"For sure. But you're not jealous are you? I mean you've been talking to him for months now, and you haven't shown any interest so you are not allowed to now."
Me-:"No...maybe?" I informed Walsh that Male Friend #1 is also a photographer and a video game designer. Two things I'm hoping Mr. Scratchy is into. "Then there is the dog too."
Walsh-:"Dog?"
Me-:"Remember I told you like over a year ago about this dog I had a dream about."
Walsh-:"No. But continue."
Me-:"I had this dream about a guy with a dog, only I couldn't see the guy's face, but I saw the dog in perfect detail. The dog, he showed a photo of it the other day on his Flicker, the dog is the exact type from my dream."
Walsh-:"So, he likes you? He's the one who was all hurt cause he thought you were rejecting him before right?"
I started laughing. Like this weird fit of nervous laughter that came over me for no real reason.
Me-:"He likes wrestling, that's how we started chatting to begin with, loves vampire movies, and now all this."
Walsh-:"But you're not starting to think he's Mr. Scratchy?"
Me-:"No. Mr. Scratchy is a wrestler. Or at lest in the business. Company #1, I'm sure of that much. Plus the whole Johnathan thing...he's not a Johnathan. But there is the fact that he's the height I prefer, hair and eye colour too."
Walsh-:"Uh huh. You're so screwed."
But that's actually not the issue on my mind tonight. I gave my cousin Walsh the link to Male Friend #1's profile on the social site. He updated his id photo.
This is the 'kid from Mexico' who has been flirting with me for the last few months. Well, not just me, he's been flirting with a lot of girls on the site, but all for nothing because he's got such low self esteem.
Then, tonight he threw me for a major loop. He posted a new photo of him in a leather jacket, his hair cut, holding a guitar. And he does not look like the little 17 year old goth kid we all thought he was. He looks like a grown up 29 year old that he's been telling us he really is.
Walsh-:"Haha! He looks familiar."
Me-:"Sort of like that one dude in high school."
Walsh-:"Yeah, sort of. Wow, he's got five new friends on his friends list just in the few minutes I was reading his profile."
Me-:"All women right?"
Walsh-:"For sure. But you're not jealous are you? I mean you've been talking to him for months now, and you haven't shown any interest so you are not allowed to now."
Me-:"No...maybe?" I informed Walsh that Male Friend #1 is also a photographer and a video game designer. Two things I'm hoping Mr. Scratchy is into. "Then there is the dog too."
Walsh-:"Dog?"
Me-:"Remember I told you like over a year ago about this dog I had a dream about."
Walsh-:"No. But continue."
Me-:"I had this dream about a guy with a dog, only I couldn't see the guy's face, but I saw the dog in perfect detail. The dog, he showed a photo of it the other day on his Flicker, the dog is the exact type from my dream."
Walsh-:"So, he likes you? He's the one who was all hurt cause he thought you were rejecting him before right?"
I started laughing. Like this weird fit of nervous laughter that came over me for no real reason.
Me-:"He likes wrestling, that's how we started chatting to begin with, loves vampire movies, and now all this."
Walsh-:"But you're not starting to think he's Mr. Scratchy?"
Me-:"No. Mr. Scratchy is a wrestler. Or at lest in the business. Company #1, I'm sure of that much. Plus the whole Johnathan thing...he's not a Johnathan. But there is the fact that he's the height I prefer, hair and eye colour too."
Walsh-:"Uh huh. You're so screwed."
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