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Here is Consuelo as posted on our fave Celeb gossip site, pink is the new blog

if you don't already read it daily, you should.

Saw fantastic four with consuelo and harry sunday night. we weren't expecting much since we had all read pretty bad reviews, but everyone was still saying to go see it.

It was Really dumb and Retarded but quite fun.

Weekend was low-key, which means I worked and hung out at steve's and did laundry.

beat that!

Friday, July 22nd 2005

as usual, I didn't sleep well so I had a hard time getting out of bed and thus was 30 minutes late for work, arriving promptly at 9am. Turns out Jenn ( Temp turned FVP assistant to be ) was in a car accident ( she's fine ) and thus would be a bit late. No problem except that there's a career seminar at 10:30 and I will need to get everyone registered, set up, yada - which I really have never done before.

Somehow I get it all taken care of and jenn arrives mere seconds before my head Explodes.

Consuello snubs me for lunch and this is AFTER my pal Darlene also blows off our lunch date at the seastar. Two snubs in one day : HARSH.

So then I'm all irritated and starving because nothing within walking distance sounds decent and if I leave the parking ramp I'll have to valet park when I get back which I hate because there are two fucking many people working in our building and not enough parking spots. I fucking hate hate hate all the techie yuppie scum idiots that work in my building. Sorry, - SO, I just decide to be pissed off about it instead of eating. I found a sprite in my fridge and decided that was lunch.

Luckily, there was some sort of indy contractor advisor meeting and they had a catered lunch and they put their left overs in the kitchen for all us Saddo's to consume. SO I did end up having decent lunch of some sort of chicken fettucine thing and a Caesar-ish salad and these huge dry rolls. better than starving...oh, I forgot about the can of sprite.

anyway, cleaned some cubicles, set up some headsets, messed with someone's printer, spackled a hole in an office and yeah - that was today. And then at 5:30 I drove over to the mall.

and I fucking forgot to drop off my dry cleaning AGAIN.

the mall was some boring shit. Read 2 issues of people and generally hated life. Pats called and mentioned going to Victoria a weekend in august. sounds good, if I can get out of the mall ( that will be three weekends in a row ), which I will - I've worked there almost 4 flippin' years - you'd think I'd have some say? tommy text'd and said "let's get drunk" Saturday night. Sounds good to me ( see previous post about wishing I had a drinking problem )

came home ( after working 12.5 hours with a 7 minute lunch break ) , Fed TB and joined "battlestar galactica" in progress. I love this show. loved it as a kid and totally dig this souped up revamped new version. I have to admit this is the only show I watch regularly, I barely watch TV anytmore. ok, like not at all. Once in a while I'll catch "south park", or whatever steve is watching if I'm at his house. drank one of UM's busweisers whilst watching, wanted another but there was only one left and you know you go to hell if you drink someone else's last beer.

went downstairs at 11 and surfed the net and listened to some postal service mp3's I downloaded last night.

kinda tired and should go to bed but feel too pathetic to. Mall again tomorrow at noon.

this is my life?

it's now 12:06 am and you are up to date.

Gays should be able to get married. It's simple. It doesn't effect anyone else's marriage. what's the big Fuckin' deal, bitches?

and then I will marry Paul Walker.

because of the Earth's alignment with jupiter or mars or the nebula galaxy or maybe just due to the odd placement of my last 2 checks, I've been totally poor for the last full month. REALLY looking forward to Friday's check to get some bills and debts paid. whoo woooo!

This is really frustrating when I work two jobs. what the hell kind of life is this?

also, I just learned that Saturn finally moved out of Cancer into Leo after 2 1/2 years of HELL! It won't be back for 27 years.* This Explains the rather trying last 2.5 years of my sad little life.

* Thanks to my Siouxsite pal Glaukus for that bit of info.

1. my view of bellevue from day job
2. consuelo's bumper stickers
3. el kitchen store aka "the mall"

last week was dumb as far as work goes. The mess continues into this week.

the weekend was lowkey. didn't go out or anything. hung out with steve briefly on sunday but it was crazy hot. took a long nap sunday afternoon and thus slept nary a wink that night.

went for a nice logn walk monday night with steve and pat. slept like a rock monday night.

I'm busy but unfulfilled. I don't have any real hobbies.
I barely even drink anymore. It just seems like such a waste of time.
- Look at me wishing I had a drinking problem?



I just wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their Hellish crusade.

so freakin busy at work

How Freakin' Cool is this picture of Allison Goldfrapp?

new Goldfrapp album in August.

CLICK HERE

I'm hoping for a low key weekend.

Been too busy, too rushed, too tired - continuously lately.

Was going with a bunch 'o folks down to Tacoma tomorrow night to a club to see Kristine W, Tiffany ( ha! ) etc, but it seems like a lot of work and it's $20.

Not, that I don't love Krissie, I'm just too tired.

Must be something about never having a full weekend off in 5 years?

Tonight, I'm going shopping with Brett, the Opinionated-Pseudo-Republican-Gym-Rat.
Our interactions have all been on the phone at this point and we'll see how well or bad it goes in person.

I hope to be home and in bed ( alone! ok, with TanQ Baby ) by 9:30. SNORE.

I busted TanQ drinking out of the Toilet.

All this time I thought she was above such things - but she really is just another...

Dirty Toilet Drinker!

Ok, I really just wanted to share this pic of her pretending to be one with the towels.

Birthday was fun. Consuelo and her little bro, steve, Mike & percy, Eddie and Brian all came over. Girls upstairs had a party and after they calmed down with their water balloons and food fights, we all co-mingled. Thanks to COnsuelo for her enormous financial investment in the party. Very fun, much needed and appreciated.

On the flip-side, I've had a weird stomach ache the last few days. Sometimes faint and sometimes aggonizing. I don't recall if I posted about this, but due to the anti-thyroid medication I'm on - I have a white blood cell deficiency. Which means - if i get seriously sick, I don't have the white blood cells to fight it and will have to be taken off the thyroid medication so I can start producing WBC again, which would then bring on the ugly hyper thyroid symptoms froma few months ago. Follow?

Anyway, I woke up this morning at like 5 or so and was sure I was about to give birth. Decided to go to "the Lab" and have my blood taken as I was advised to do whenever I feel sick. While I was there of course I had to run into my doctor who proceded to rip me a new asshole about not seeing him on a monthly schedule ( Hello? it's $200 out of my own pocket everytime I see him because Endocrinology isn't covered by my Insurance) and how I need to take this White blood cell thing very seriously because I could end up DEAD. "Serious Life threatening Illness" and "Compromised Immune System" are some of the big doctor terms he used.

When he gets the results back he'll decide what to do. In the mean time, I'm down to one pill a day which will allow WBC production again but doesn't really stiffle the thyroid.

then I came home and took a nap and dreamt about another hospitol where the people were extra weird and one nurse was Prince. I'm so tired these days.

it's that day of the year again where the entire nation celebrates my birthday.

I never understood why the other kids didn't get fireworks or even sparklers on their cakes.

Some people are coming over tonight for beer and fireworks. it's a recipe for disaster, I know.
I'm going to keep it low key so hopefully everything will be peaches.

Enjoy it.

That is all.

SO, I kinda forgot to mention one interesting bit from pride.

I did mention the guy with the perfect pecs that was talking to me about the scissor sisters. I saw him at the park and he was handing these little pink flyers for his gym. the second time I walked by him again he gave me another one and he said "don't throw that one away" - so I stuffed it in my pocket.

Ran into him again at the Cuff just as I decided I had had enough and it was probably going to rain soon and tony was offering me a ride to my car which was parked in Guam. Anyway, I run into him and he says "hey, Scissor man - did you read my note"? I didn't so i dug through my pocket and found it and he had indeed scribbled on the back of the pink gym flyer. "call me scissor man - brett" & phone number. I was a little shocked, ok really shocked, but I gave him my number and promised to call him the next night.

I didn't get around to calling him until tuesday night. I don't know if it was the fact that i wasn't feeling well ( this a about an hour before barf-o-rama started ) but we basically sat on the phone for an hour and argued. about everything conceiveable.

he's 34, divorced, supports Bush because he thinks it's necessary to support the governement during a war because otherwise troop morale would suffer. hates move-on.org because they "poisoned the political landscape." hates the clintons. hates anyone that uses any kind of drug - prescription included. hates the gay "scene", wishes more guys were like his straight friends.
and of course, how I should join his gym so he could make me "a better man". I asked for a guarantee that i would end up looking like him. the only thing we had in common was some good taste in music : Scissor Sisters, Siouxsie, Goldfrapp, the Smiths , Old Rem. When I asked him what his favorite Siouxsie tracks were he listed a bunch of b-sides. HUGE bonus points there.

Of course, if you know me and the Uber opinionated bitch that i am - I argued right back at every turn - just to see how he would take it. On one hand, he's a jack-ass - but on the other, he's rather intelligent and funny. and did i mention HOT? after an hour I told him I had to go - I wasn't feeling well and his ranting had given me a headache. He told me to call him this weekend as he had enjoyed giving me a headache.

I don't know. I'll probably call him, something about him and our conversation was quite stimulating.

Yesterday at lunch, my boss told us a story about how his son called him a "Barf Brain".

Last night around 6:30 my stomach was killing me. by 10:30 I was "evacuating" which continued throughout the night. It had to be food poisoning. Any of you lucky enough to have never had it should count your blessings. Can't sleep, can't get comfortable, barf barf barf - ACCKKKK.

Although, re-reading that kind of sums up my life all the time, doesn't it?

01. Orange haired Rock Star Draggie.
02. Cute Guy recruiting Football players.
03. Green Grapes Draggie. Cool, but her real boobs were Frightening.
04. Indian dance troop.
05. Another Draggie. With a giant mouth.

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Sunday was pre-parade cocktailing at La COccina ( perfect view!) parade at 11, walk around the park, beer bust at the Cuff with with C list "divae" cc peniston, Ruth Pointer ( I guess they couldn't afford all three sisters?) and Robin S.

I always go because I end up seeing friends I never get to see- and I always meet a lot of people. At the parade, park thing, block party I wore my black and silver Scissor Sisters shirt and I'd say about 10 different people came up to me to chat about them. Including one really HOT guy with the most beautiful and perfect pecs I have ever witnessed and another that jumped off a float to run up and thank me for "representing" the Scissor Sisters.

it was mostly fun. The canadians were there with Steve - I was very glad to have my closest friend there with me - he has skipped the last few years. We have been friends for so long that people will see me out alone and ask "where's your husband"?

I try not to over analyze it ( Pride, the parade, etc. ). There's good, bad and embarassing.

It is what it is, right?

I was home by 7pm.