Curvy Jones on: What Wouldja Say Ya DO, Here?
Remember this scene, from Office Space?
I’m feelin’ some kinda way like that, with regard to this little space I call my online home. I SO want to blog. I really want to be deep and introspective, and I want to say things that people repeat, and I want to affect lives and bring change or at least bring some laughs and let people know they aren’t alone and aren’t (totally) nuts.
Blog posts write themselves in my head, all day. Sometimes I say things out loud, in the car or at work and think ‘man, I should blog that’. I just never get around to it. And then I get here and I can’t think of a damn thing to say. And then I look and see when was the last time I had anything to say, and it’s been so long that I simply confirm to myself that I have nothing to say, and close the page.
I can’t bring myself to get rid of this blog, though. I really feel like I need to put effort toward putting my feelings out there, saying my piece, speaking my mind.
So, maybe a list:
1. I like my job but I’m worried about it. Constantly. There are no signs that I’m losing my job, or anything. My boss seems to like me, a lot. I feel empowered and valued and valuable. I just…. I worry all the time about things like this.
2. The ‘Maintenance Required’ light is already on, in the car. What in the effing eff? It better not be expensive. I haven’t even NAMED the car. Just made my first car payment and my first increased insurance payment (the diff between insurance on the hooptie and the newbie), finally got my plate and tags n’ such on. She is officially MINE. I don’t want no trouble!
3. Johnny Depp is the Sexiest Man Alive? Really? Sorry kids, I love Johnny but he always looks like he needs a shower, to me. Just my opinion, but he’s aight. I do have much different tastes than most of the people I know, though.
4. Sammy Sosa and his excuse that he used a moisturizing cream and it lightened his skin can kick rocks. Like I said the other day on twitter: I love me some Bon Jovi and Duran Duran and Nsync. I also love my color and my heritage and my culture. The TODAY show did a special on people who lighten their skin, on purpose. I’m pretty sure I’m naive on this front (and many others) but OHMYGOD, PEOPLE DO THIS ON PURPOSE? Because they don’t want to be “dark”? I just… I can’t.
5. Mothers who sell their children into prostitution for drugs who are now HIV positive and pregnant… I can’t. I cannot listen to a word of what was done to precious Shaniya. I’m devastated whenever a child is missing and then found dead. My heart just cries at the thought. I want everyone who even thought of being involved to burn in hell. >insert Sam Jackson face from a Time to Kill.
6. I’m doing NaNoWriMo. This stands for National Novel Writing Month. I hit the minimum 50,000 word goal. I haven’t finished the story. When I finish it, I’ll let ya’ll know. I’d say it’s about 50 to 60 % done, and since I hit the word goal I’m already a WINNAH so I don’t feel a ton of pressure to finish the thing in November. Though I do really want to. Oh, you want a synopsis? Well. *blush*. Alright.
My story is called Same Time Next Week and it is loosely based on the film Same Time NextYear, about an adulterous couple who meet one weekend a year for 26 years. Except my story is about a couple who meet once a week, who are both running away from something and use each other to escape. They have every intention of keeping it casual– outside of the one day a week they get together, they don’t talk or text or spend time with each other. They let things build and then spend their time together— together. The more time they spend with each other, the closer they get and the more they want something more than casual, but there are secrets that have to be told and pasts that have to be faced and bared in order for that to happen. Neither side is willing to trust completely and risk the other not accepting them for who they truly are. What could turn into a perfect match is threatened when one secret explodes into existence in the worst way possible. Will a shocking revelation tear them apart, or bring them together? Dun dun duuunnnnn. Yeah, I dunno. I’ll let ya’ll know when it’s done.
7. I haven’t lost any weight. I haven’t been back to any of the dance classes. I’m lazy and a slacker. I haven’t gained any weight, but I haven’t lost any either. I’m seriously considering getting some kind of help. I don’t know what kind, but it doesn’t involve surgery. And really, I’m just going to be blunt. I don’t want suggestions.
8. I MAY be addicted to Twitter. Here’s the thing: I don’t really care. So, there it is.
9. I don’t date. The reasons are varied and various and I just don’t have the energy to go into it right now, but that will be a future blog post. Maybe. Meh. I doubt anyone is concerned about why an overweight nerdy homebody doesn’t date… seems like that question answers itself, doesn’t it?
10. I’m following a couple of cool chicks on twitter, who blog, so I wanna pimp ‘em because I love them. They make me want to be a better blogger:
The Single Dame (for the grown and sexy, only! )
okay. My boss is like ‘do this, do that, wake up,’ and stuff, so I’m out. Have a super day, blog and COMMENT. I want to know what you think about what I think and we can talk and discuss. What do you want to hear about? Do you like me? Do you think I’m pretty?
You don’t have to answer the last two. I’m just playin’.
Unless you’re gonna do it……..
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I think you’re pretty and I like you. I also feel the same way about blogging. I don’t update often enough, but for other people’s blogs I’m like a clock. Maybe the same discipline needs to be applied? i.e. when a topic comes to mind, write it down and then if you like it later post it? I dunno. Hopefully you’ll inspire me to stick to it.
Aw, thank you honey! The check is in the mail. Don’t cash it before Friday!
Yeah, I’m gonna work on it. I have things to say, darnit!
Uh, I hope you don’t mind but I am stealing the line “I doubt anyone is concerned about why an overweight nerdy homebody doesn’t date… seems like that question answers itself, doesn’t it?” and using it as a jumping off point for a post on Blissville. Because add foul-mouth, ornery and for some reason gassy today and that pretty much tells you why I am not dating! lol
Blog on!
Tex
PS: Oh and thanks for the Twitter love! :-)
Tex In The City´s last blog ..I see my pride and it’s slipping away-ay (with a high c)
Don’t mind at all!
Hi. Here’s some thoughts.
I am right there on the whole blogging thing. I keep telling myself I’m going to do better, but …. whatever.
My first thought about Johnny Depp was, ‘yeah, okay, but he always looks like he could use a shower.’
I need some of that lightning cream. I have some bloctches on my face that need some touchup work. Think that stuff he used would work on a white girl?
FWIW, I think you are intelligent and insightful and just awesome (and I wish I could have thought of another i- word). I’d totally date you, if I wasn’t married..and I was a lesbian…and so were you.
Oh, and I might be a little tipsy.
I ADORE my friend Becky. Keepin’ it real, lol!