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i miss my boy. i miss his lips. i miss waking up next to him. i miss the way he snores 45 seconds after he says goodnight. i miss his wonderful comforting voice that just isn't the same on the phone. i miss his laugh. i miss his gorgeous green eyes. and most of all, i miss him holding me. that, and when i'm a bad girl he..um...well maybe that's better left unsaid. *sigh* i just can't wait.
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| twelvis rocks. |
[30 Nov 2002|03:35am] |
all i have to say is mr. devo, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) twelvis, is my n.b.f.... as in new best friend. he's the awesomest. so y'all should go and say hello to this one, 'cause he's the bomb. and let's just say that i suck 'cause i just spilled my avoid-the-hangover apple juice + water combo aaaallll over my keyboard. oops. night night.
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| i love you. |
[28 Nov 2002|10:40am] |
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so i never went out last night. robinegg fell asleep. i guess that's what i get for trying to hang out with someone who normally works at 5:30 am. instead i stayed at home and talked to tuff for a while, + chatted with miss beth. not an entirely unproductive evening, so i guess it's okay that i stayed home.
tuff and i had a long talk about this long distance thing. we're both fed up. so that's it. no more long distance. i'm moving to san francisco. prolly not until mid february to early march, although i'm not sure what's gonna happen with the l.a. shakedown. (i'm still planning to go, i just don't know how i'll manage it all!) so that's it folks! no more coco in brooklyn! i can't believe this is happening. i have no money, no way to get there, a cat who would need to get acquainted with another cat and a pit bull, and most importantly, no job there. any one in the bay area that can hook a girl up with a job, let me know! i haven't even told my roommates yet, although miss birch might read about it before she returns from maryland. i'm superexcited, but more on that later.
today is thanksgiving, so i just want to take a moment and list a few things i am grateful for.
*the meal my other roommates + i will be preparing (we miss you birch!)
*friends that can share it with us.
*my mom, stepdad, dad, and my sister, all in arizona.
*my kitty violet who snuggles with me every morning.
*my lj friends, most of whom i've met through strawbettie, which was a result of some crazy SG party! who knew!
*my (relatively) good health.
*my job, that even though i complain about it, is still pretty cool + not hard.
*my wonderful hott boyfriend. he's the best thing to come into my life in a long time.
today i love every one and everything. i am so happy nothing could bring me down. make a list like this for yourself.. i think it helps!
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[27 Nov 2002|06:58pm] |
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so today officially started the holiday madness here at work. i am grumpy as all get out and i'm ready to shoot someone..i've had to write out like a zillion gift certificates, and i have to do ALL of them, 'cause the other receptionist working today only has one hand (she lost the other one in a car accident at age 16 and had to learn to write left-handed), so her writing ain't so great. now i've got a crampy right hand, and as far as i know, i'm not ambidexterous.
tonight i'm going to central park to see the giant blow up thingies that are in the thanksgiving day parade. they line them up in the park the night before, and i thought it'd be cool to see since i'm not going to the parade. (i went 2 years ago...too crazy.) but now i can't get anyone to go with me... any takers?
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| typical coco. |
[27 Nov 2002|01:02am] |
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another pic from saturday night...
so if you only know me on line, this is a quite typical look for me. i'm rather good at being miss bossypants, and in this pic i think i'm about to tell todd off for loving new jersey so goddamn much.
( more lovelies here )
night night.
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[26 Nov 2002|10:45pm] |
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so my lil freakout concerning my body made me call my mommy. i asked her if she had a history of stuff like this, my sister, etc. she asks me if i'm still on the pill. when i tell her no, (i'd rather not put crap in my body if i don't hafta) she asks, 'so, what do you use, condoms?' this started a whole conversation about birth control, and options i might want to consider (IUD, patch, pill, you get the idea.) i have never felt more grown up in my life. i had a normal, mature converstation with my mother about birth control! and i wasn't nervous, afraid, or anything. wow. tuff tells me the only converstation he ever had with his dad regarding safe sex and whatnot was his dad saying 'just because a girl looks clean doesn't mean she is.'
i realized that my mom at my age (28) had been married for 4 years, already had two kids, had her tubes tied, was considering divorce, and within 8 months was going to have a hysterectomy. such a different life i lead.
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[26 Nov 2002|03:51pm] |
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dinner last night was quite yummilicious, if i do say so myself. as i was cooking (and starting on my 3rd glass of wine), i received a phone call from one mr. twelvis, informing me that he was at the st. etienne concert, and i was not. what a pal. hooker, egg and i really enjoyed the evening, and we were joined by my roommate juniper. such a delight she is, too. i also made just enough grub to allow for leftovers for lunch today. yay!
so today i got my monthly friend for the third time this month. my body's on strike or something... i don't know what to think. i'm going to the doctor on friday. we'll see if i'm defective or not.
work is super busy and i barely have time to eat, but of course i just used up my last five minutes to update this. i am such a dork.
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| scars. |
[25 Nov 2002|11:39pm] |
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i am reposting a journal entry i made in september, spurred on by a certain ex of my current love...
[9/25/2002 9:28:29 am]
today is a good day. so far at least. i think that i look good, and that always makes a person feel great. i don't feel fluffy. my hair looks good. woo hoo!
on another note, on my way to work today, i thought about scars. emotional scars. everyone's got them. scars have been inflicted on people i care about, scars that go deep enough to also affect me. i am angry with people who do this. how dare they hurt wonderful people that i love? i have seen friends not able to trust me, to know that i am there for them, because they've had friends dump them in times of need. i've had boyfriends, not able to give all of themselves emotionally, because of past wounds inflicted. some of the scars i've received have been a result of this. it angers me terribly that walls are put up between people because of the hurtful people in their past.
as i rode the train, i thought about my own scars. although i may have a reputation as a 'heartbreaker', my heart has been broken many more times than i can count. i realized that i am still touchy about any comments about my weight. all from a certain french man who suggested i lose 5 pounds. 5 pounds. this was ages ago. and yet it haunts me. i'm also amazed when someone wants to hold my hand, especially in public. this is from broggie, who loves me still to this day, yet could never be attatched to me in front of others. he needed his 'space'. it hurts my heart now, just thinking of it. so now i feel like 'what? you want to hold my hand? you want to kiss me in public? how did i get so lucky?' also, i don't like it when someone says my tattoos are 'okay'. this is also from broggie. now why should i give a damn about what other people think about art that i want to put on my body? yet any negative remarks about them, and i get defensive! grrr.
i don't want to dwell on things like this that get me upset. but i feel like looking them over helps me realize how to make the scars fade. and i want to help others with their wounds. i've been told that i'm good at taking care of people. i need to do that. i want to be good at something. i want to help my loved ones be happy. to be able to love. to trust. to take chances. to live life to the fullest.
so make someone happy today. i will try my darndest.
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[25 Nov 2002|07:32pm] |
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i am a domestic goddess.
tonight i am cooking dinner for hooker and egg. it's our can't-be-together-for-thanksgiving thanksgiving meal. i even cleaned the apartment and it smells all nice + yummy! i volunteered to cook if they would bring the provisions over. yay us! i am even contemplating drinking a lil wine tonight. ooooh. i'm mostly still on the non-drinking binge, but hey, i wanna cut loose tonight. so there.
i need to figure out where i can host pictures so i don't need to link this stuff up, but here's a pic of me, hooker, his girl, and egg from earlier this year...here.. we do seem to have a lot of fun together. they are silly ones.
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| work rant |
[25 Nov 2002|04:28pm] |
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i have to work every day this week except for thursday (thanksgiving) so bear with me folks.
a few things that bug:
-people who bring in their newborns while they get their eyebrows waxed. we are not daycare.
-people who assume we are a massage parlor. that we offer 'happy endings'. no, we don't do outcalls, and no, you don't need to know my name.
-people who ask if we are open on thanksgiving. um, hello? national holiday?
-people bring in their 11 year old daughters to get their lip waxed. let's start the complexes young!
-people who complain that a brazilian bikini wax is $55. do you wanna put hot wax on someone's hooha and then rip out the hair? i didn't think so.
-cold weather=fur everything on the upper east side. i have to escort clients to the back and handle their dead animal skins. i honestly had one client last year who came in wearing a fur coat, fur hat, fur-trimmed pants, fur gloves, fur scarf, fur boots, and fur on her fucking purse.
-if you think i can't tell that you've had plastic surgery, you're wrong. i can spot that stuff a mile off.
-don't be rude to me if you want to work here. a typical phone conversation (this actually happened today):
woman: are you hiring facialists right now?
me: well, i'm not sure if we're hiring right now, but you can send us your resume. (standard response. we're always looking.)
woman: (in super rude voice)well, i could send it to you, but if you're not hiring now, what's the point?
me: well don't send it to us then.
woman: *click*
-people who ask me for a certain appointment time when we don't have it. then they ask me 12 more times in 7 different ways to make sure something didn't just magically appear. then they call back 3 minutes later in the hopes that someone else will answer the phone and give them the appointment time they want.
argh. i go home now.
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| black caviar. |
[24 Nov 2002|10:09pm] |
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had the most draggingist day at work ever. no chatting fun like at home (my roommates have taken to calling me 'lady chatterly'), not too many stories to catch up on with the other receptionist, no nutjob clients to laugh about. the saving grace was the tiny pillow-like pretzels with peanut butter in the middle. kinda like combos, but waaaaaay better. and only at health food stores, so it must be okay to eat a whole bag of them!
i actually prepared a meal tonight. meals in my book usually consist of one giant helping of some carb-laden thang and some juice. tonight i made steamed spinach, mashed taters, oh, and a peanut butter sandwich. funny combination, good in the tummy.
i hope some day i get to see my boyfriend again. he's now on the 'if i can afford it' tip.. maybe... sigh.. i swear i wouldn't be so moony if he wasn't just the best.
tonight i'm gonna be a good girl and go to bed at a respectable hour.. like 11. but before i do, i'm off to paint the fingernails a lovely 'black caviar' color. mmmmmm.
oooh oooh this just in.. a picture of two people who could be cousins.. siblings... somethin. thanks meester twelvis.
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everyone join me in wishing miss elizalouwho a happy berfday!!!!
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[23 Nov 2002|09:19pm] |
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the christmas wishlist begins here:
hott pants
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| coco learns html. ooooh. |
[23 Nov 2002|10:45am] |
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i had the worst night's sleep. i had a dream that zombie_crush blocked me from ever reading her lovely pink journal ever again, i was dating a grandfatherly-type guy, and i was on the run from the law for killing my ex-boyfriend broggie... i ran into a gigantic grocery store to buy 4 giant tins of instant hot chocolate, and the cops stopped me to ask some questions. they were getting all my info down on paper and one of the cops looks at my name and says, "hey, don't you have an outstanding ticket for not having car insurance?" "um, yeah, i don't have a driver's license anymore." i was getting all nervous about the cops catching me and then i woke up. bleck.
yesterday i had fun meeting up with twelvis in the city. we ate at dojo's, walked around strand book store looking at erotica books, went to teany for the first time. it's the lil tea shop opened up by moby and his best friend on the lower east side. fortunately it's next door to toys in babeland, so if yer down on rivington and want to make a fun afternoon of dildos + tea + cucumber sammiches, i would highly recommend it.
today i need to be productive.. it will keep my mind occupied. the 20 pounds of clothes i shoved into my closet before twelvis came over need to find their proper homes. i've got the overalls on to facilitate the cleaning mode--hello 1994!
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[23 Nov 2002|12:45am] |
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i have been the seemingly annoying, clingy, needy stupid girlfriend that keeps asking when he's coming to visit. when i get an answer, of course plans start running around in my head. then he says he can't afford it. i can't question that, of course. lord knows i'm broke myself. but fuck. i am so disappointed i can't even really put it into words. if i don't have that to look forward to, what do i have? yet another 3 minute phone conversation? instant messaging? i'm really sick and tired of it. i hate long distance relationships. how the hell is this supposed to work? i am so sad the only thing i can do is go to sleep.
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[22 Nov 2002|12:37am] |
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a coworker recently asked me if i saw myself one day being 'covered in tattoos'. i didn't immediately answer, but instead imagined myself taking my kids by the hand and dropping them off at school, or going to open house nights to meet their teachers, or going to pta meetings, with sleeve tattoos, looking like my regular rocknroll self. i know when i'm a parent i won't be the only mommy with tattoos at my kids' school, but still.. it cracks me up to think of it.
another coworker and i had a conversation about the knicks game the other day, but she was speaking about it as a metaphor for sex and foreplay. i have never had a sports metaphor conversation before in my life, let alone with another (non-sportswatching) woman. fucking hilarious.
today was my 2 year anniversary for working at the spa. now when i worked for buffalo exchange, they celebrated birthdays and anniversaries with cake. i wanted the same. (mind you, we always have b-day cakes, but anniversaries? never!) i walked up to my boss today and said, 'you know what today is? it's my 2 year anniversary!' she picked up on the enthusiasm and said 'we should celebrate! how 'bout cake?' 'sure!' of course everyone else started figuring out when their anniversaries were.. but i'm the only one gettin cake. and awesome vegan chocolate cake from candle cafe, too.
one way or another, i always get my way. hell yeah.
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| naive little girl? |
[21 Nov 2002|05:48pm] |
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apparently i am naive. i am not aware that boys are hitting on me. t asked me to name one male friend that i see on a regular basis that hasn't hit on me. the only one i could think of i used to date, so i guess he doesn't count. what's this about? poo. i guess this goes back to my 'all looks no brains' theory. i want someone to prove tuffy wrong.
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[21 Nov 2002|12:42am] |
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oooh just hearing his voice makes me all funny feeling inside. and it was only a recording. can you really want someone this much? can you say f r u s t r a t e d?
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