Did anyone every read Diary of V, on… Redbook.com I think it was? It updated every Friday and I was so. into.it in like, 98ish?
She started a new one and I never caught onto it. Didn’t it get published, or something? I don’t know what made me think of that but sometimes I think about that story.
Why is this guy on The First 48 undressing???? Wasn’t I going to write? Yes. Bye.
I hate when I don’t get five minutes to myself to like… decompress or anything and I’m gogogo all day and I spend my lunch break running a business errand and don’t get to eat lunch and the errand was useless and I have to go back and do the same errand later again!
I said all that to say that it’s busy today! I wanted to do a fun and light post, but I had trouble locating one I could execute by 9am. Do I really have to plan my blog posts ahead of time? Ugh, the dedication. I might be too lazy for that!
Random thoughts: I got to work and got a spot in the front row of the parking lot, near the door. It was after 8 am and that row is usually full. Total fluke, right?
I left at lunch, much to my chagrin, because I scored an awesome parking spot. Stood at the post office for………too long, came back and snagged the same spot. The Gods were watching over me, I swear.
I thought about a Music Monday post but I’m not very inspired, today. Though I did have to tell VPSales that Whitney stopped singing because she got addicted to crack. Then he asked me what crack was. Come oooooooooonnnnnn… this is the guy that told ME that a particular song was the Black Eyed Peas and I had NO clue. He likes “Yellow” by Coldplay, but doesn’t know what crack is? He pretends.
Speaking of music, is there some rumor about Billy Idol taking over for Steven Tyler in Aerosmith? I’d like to lodge my vote with a hearty HELL NO. Thank you. I am enjoying a reminiscent ”Love in An Ele-va-tuh”, and I can’t imagine Billy Idol singing it. Nope. Let it go, guys.
I hate the new Facebook. It can really go eff itself. I liked it better the way it was, when I could just see statuses and not an entire News Feed and I could look at JUST my Page updates, because when you fan 37 pages, you just need to see them all on one page! I don’t care that Joe Blow friended Sister Sue. Good for them! I hope they have a nice time with their Facebook friendship. I. don’t. CARE. Put it back, Facebook! *twitch* I like change but not change that doesn’t make any sense.
I’m happy to see a couple of people joined in the fun with the Sunday Steal- Pretentious Blogger Meme! I had fun doing it, because I like to talk about myself. Go visit Sarah and Tex. Theirs are even more fun and they went way deeper than I did.
Alright. I feel like writing, and when that feeling comes over me I better do it, because it’s fleeting.
In an effort to blog more, I’ve been looking for some memes or something to encourage daily posting. Found a fun one and I hope you participate!
This meme is from Sunday Stealing. Its called the Pretentious Blogger Meme, lol.
1. How long have you been blogging?
Counts…. well, regularly here since August. I’ve tried, in some form or another, to have a blog in the past but I never found myself interesting enough to write about. I’m trying, now, to have more of a diary type thing than a popular blog where I postulate and pretend to know a lot of things about stuff. I just want to blog about life and things.
2. What made you start?
I found I had things to say, stuff I wanted to talk about. The Diary was born.
3. Who inspired you?
I’ll do the PC answer… I follow a lot of bloggers because I’m inspired by real people telling their life stories, a post at a time. People who are open and funny and real. I’d say, if your blog shows up on my blog roll or my reader, you inspire me.
4. About how many hours a week would you estimate you spend on your blog?
Depends on the week. Some weeks, less than 1. Some weeks I spend hours a day here.
5. What kind of experience or background do you have with writing?
Until recently, no professional experience. I feel like I write well, but I don’t focus a lot on proper grammar rules and editorial aspects of writing. I’m more of a fiction writer– I prefer to make things up. Non fiction (and my life is pretty much non fiction) is hard for me, but I wanted to press myself to do some things that weren’t easy and expand my repertoire.
6. Talk about how you come up with blog topics. Where do you get your ideas?
Usually it’s something sparked from conversation on twitter, message boards, or real life. Sometimes from TV or music. Sometimes ‘ripped from the headlines’. Recently I’ve been trying to gather a list of ‘things to talk about’ because I get a little dry and boring.
A quickie, because I want to blog but I actually spent the last few hours writing (*tosses confetti*) so I don’t really want to look at the computer much longer.
I don’t know what the block was and I don’t know that it has fully moved it’s ass out of the way of my mojo, but I was able to get a little over 4,000 good, keepable words in, today. Yay. I normally don’t go into too much detail about writing here since I have a writing blog for that but I think it may have had something to do with a big decision that I made this week. It will require some drastic changes in part of my life but I am ready for them. I feel light and at peace with the decision that I made– and apparently that was really good for my creativity.
I decided last week that I was going to do confessions on Thursday, and I was even trying to gather up some funny ones to mix in with my ‘that’s real, yo’ words of truth and wisdom. But really? I’m just not feeling it today.
I had long, cold, kind of bad day. Not a bad work day, but some personal things came up, and I just checked out. My heart is kind of heavy and my mood isn’t very light, and this is not the mood I need to be in to do this post justice. So, I will work on climbing over the mountain and will hopefully return to Confessions Thursday next week.
I also realize I’ve not really made a post in February. I’m sort of slacking everywhere, aren’t I? I’ve been in a bit of a personal and creative slump. I’m hoping that I’ll be above water, soon. I was just saying, this morning, that I wish I could go on a writing vacation. Just me and my thoughts and the laptop. Peace and quiet and I could concentrate. Might be a good idea. I’d do it Valentine’s Day weekend but, clearly I’m going to be busy being a single loser that weekend, so… I’m all booked up.
I have recently been trying to clean up my act– physically, emotionally, financially. Not to brag, but I make pretty good money for a young single gal living in a sprawling metropolis. I have a nice, new apartment, drive a late model car, have high thread count sheets and I wear Tiffany (thanks Green Eyes– she has a light Tiffany habit. I benefit from it. Hell no, I ain’t doin’ no Intervention!). I have a family that loves me, and on occasion, when I can get my brother on the phone, a close relationship with my sibling. Joe and I were pretty close, too. So, I live a pretty good life, which is why I feel weird complaining, but hey. When things are outta whack, they’re outta whack.
So I couldn’t figure out why, at the end of the money, I had more month! I was spending it on SOMETHING, besides living expenses. I don’t wear designer clothes or shoes, I don’t shop for purses, I haven’t bought an electronic item since last fall… where’s all my money going? Did it run away with the mate to EVERY SOCK I HAVE (and therefore why I hate socks)? View the rest of this entry…
1. What is your first name? How do you feel about it?
> Curvy. I’m kidding. It’s Dominique. I like it, but it’s 9 letters long and lately I can’t spell it very well. Wow.
2. Do you feel that a name can influence the course of a person’s life? Their personality?
> Sure. I meet lots of people who pretty much ‘are’ their name. Like you can’t imagine them having another name. Another angle is people giving their children very ethnic, really…. creatively spelled, uncharacteristic names, thinking they’re being clever and different, are harming their child’s future more than they know. Employers have already admitted they discriminate based purely on name, especially names that ’sound’ black.
3. Can a person’s name sway your opinion of them? Why or why not?
>Nah.
4. How do you feel about the current trend toward androgynous first names?
> MMM. Some I like… the Leslie’s and the Taylor’s of the world have my approval. Don’t think there are any men that really want to be named “Sue”.
5. Are there any names that speak powerfully to you, whether by association or imagination?
>Off the top of my head, not really… then again it is 12:15 and I am listing to the left, so… gimme some time.
Going to try to keep these up, week to week. Some weeks I may have more. Some fewer. But I always have things I should admit to more than myself. So, cue the URSHER, turn down the lights (but leave enough light to read!!) and dig in.
Anyone who’s known me for longer than five minutes will tell you that I’m a big fan of two bands: Bon Jovi and Dave Matthews Band. I’ve been a fan of Bon Jovi since I was about……God, I don’t know, TWELVE?!? New Jersey and Slippery When Wet were the anthem of my Jr High and High School years. Just the beginning strains of ‘Never Say Goodbye’ is enough to make me GO BUY a Bic Lighter so I could flip my bic and sway and sing/cry along. Gah. I love them! And Bon Jovi has just gotten so much better with age, evolving and changing with the times. LOVE their new rocky, gravelly, southern sound…grrrooowwwllll…. NUM.
DMB, on the other hand, was an acquired taste. I didn’t like them, at first. At all. Too mellow, too sleepy, I can’t understand a word that one cute guy up front says, he mumbles too much and that guy is playing an electric fiddle. COME ON. So they were a big fat NO, until I got a job working with a guy that… now when I say LOVES, that’s probably a major understatement… but he LOVES DMB. Owns everything they’ve ever thought of recording, goes to every show he can attend, and has for years. A real true-blue honest to goodness fan. One year, our company sent him, me, and one other guy (one of his besties, coincidentally) to a conference in Orlando. MOST fun I’ve ever had at a work conference. The days sucked, cause it’s just traveling from one booth to another, looking at boring things I have no intention of buying or even research when I get back to the office, but the nights? Awesome.
It was in Orlando in the spring, so it was warm. They rented a convertible and since I don’t drink much, I was nominated the Designated Driver. No big, I got to drive a convertible around Orlando and sit with these guys who put the FUN in funny. I was told I am the funnest non-drinker ever. At some point over the weekend, I was inducted into the DMB fandom. Love those guys. View the rest of this entry…
…on my own blog. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. It was there, and I was tempted, and it was interesting. I’m sorry baby. It won’t happen again!
One of my Real Life Friends (as opposed to my friends hat only live inside the computer) runs a blog called Journey to Blissville and goes by the name of Tex. Cause… she lives in Texas. Clever, huh. We do so love Tex and her penchant for foods I cannot pronounce, her happy-go-lucky-and-excited-about-every-damn-thing nature… even if she s annoyingly cheerful. Tex created the phrases I repeat often, like “Damn Hondurans” (she’s Honduran, that’s not random), “living in Dick Cheney’s America” (it’s hard, according to Tex), and “Al Gore’s Internets” (which isn’t new but I didn’t start saying it till she did). Tex is one of the three bandits… KFlo and Tex and I run Houston ragged. I hear you laughing, blog. We went to a strip club once. It sucked, but we went.
AN-T-WAY. This blog isn’t even about Tex. It’s about her blogroll. She’s such a vibrant person that any friend (or blog) of Tex is a friend (or blog) I want to meet (or read). I sauntered down her blogroll one day and came to a GREAT blog called He Loves Me Not, the story of Sarah and her journey from broken and broken hearted to a major personal success story.
I’d been reading bits and pieces, here and there as new posts came up in my Google Reader, but I became more and more confused because I didn’t know the history behind some of the current posts. So this weekend, I took it alllllllllllll the way back. To 2005. And oh. View the rest of this entry…
Welcome to the Diary of Curvy Jones. I'm like Bridget Jones, only not as well put together. Join me on my semi-daily, sometimes funny, always sarcastic, lazy stroll through the adventures of single girl in the city.
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Welcome to the Diary of Curvy Jones. I'm like Bridget Jones, only not as well put together. Join me on my semi-daily, sometimes funny, always sarcastic, lazy stroll through the adventures of single girl in the city. 
