Seven Layer Burrito

Here's a lame little thingy I found. Go diving in the depths of the puddle that is me, and I'll return the favor :)

LAYER ONE:
— Name: Jessica (der)
— Birth date: Sept. 8
— Birthplace: Dallas, TX
— Current Location: Seattle
— Eye Color: Blue
— Hair Color: Black, brown and “eggplant”
— Height: 5'3″
— Righty or Lefty: Righty
— Zodiac Sign: Virgo

LAYER TWO:
— Your heritage: Irish and Italian mostly. Whitey McWhitegirl.
— The shoes you wore today: My MaryJanes from Payless.
— Your weakness: Countless and too painful to list.
— Your fears: Elevators. Death. People hating me. Exposing myself for the paranoid motherfucker that I am, apparently.
— Your perfect pizza: Pineapple, mushrooms and jalapenos. Yes, all on the same pizza.
—Goal you’d like to achieve: Make a living making movies. When I type that out it looks rather rediculously impossible.

LAYER THREE:

— Your most overused phrase on AIM: Well, I don't really use it anymore since it's not allowed at work. So I don't know. BFF?
— Your first waking thoughts: I hate this.
— Your best physical feature: My eyes, I think. When my tits are sagging and I'm covered in stretch marks and spider veins, my eyes will still look the same.
— Your most missed memory: Believing in democracy.

LAYER FOUR:
— Pepsi or Coke: Coke.
— McDonald’s or Burger King: Taco Bell!
— Single or group dates: Well, I like hanging out in groups, but that's not really a date. It's not a date unless the possibility of getting laid is there.
— Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Hot Red Rose.
— Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate.
— Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee

LAYER FIVE:
— Smoke: The ganga occasionally.
— Cuss: Like a fishwife.
— Sing: Much to the dismay of everyone else.
— Take a shower everyday: God yes.
— Do you think you’ve been in love: A few times, yes.
— Want to go to college: Twice is probably enough. Though I really miss the student lifestyle.
— Liked high school: Not one bit.
— Want to get married: Naw.
— Believe in yourself: I am Jack's self-awareness.
— Get motion sickness: Occasionally.
— Think you’re attractive: Occasionally.
— Think you’re a health freak: I like being healthy but I don't like what I have to do to get there. Though I am riddled with guilt every day that I don't get to do my exercises. Today is one of those days.
— Get along with your parent(s): My dad, yes. I TRY to get along with my mom, but not having ANYTHING in common makes it rather difficult.
— Like thunderstorms: YES!
— Play an instrument: I have tried to play many things, but it seems the only one I can handle is the CD player.

LAYER SIX:
In the past six months…
— Drank alcohol: And how.
— Smoked: No.
— Done a drug: Yes.
— Made Out: [Butthead laugh here]
— Gone on a date: One time Dom and I pushed the twin beds together. Does that count?
— Gone to the mall?: Does it count if I went to Pacific Place to watch a movie?
— Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: Ew.
— Eaten sushi: Yes.
— Been on stage: Does karaoke count?
— Been dumped: Not yet.
— Gone skating: Nooooooo.
— Made homemade cookies: Does ice cream cake count?
— Dyed your hair: Yes. And I'm quite due for a root job.

LAYER SEVEN:
Ever…
— Played a game that required removal of clothing: The game of love?
— If so, was it mixed company: Not that I'm aware of.
— Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: See question about drinking.
— Been caught “doing something”: Are they talking about flogging the dude in the boat? I'm pretty good about being discrete about that.
— Been called a tease: If by tease you mean dork, then yes.
— Gotten beaten up: No.
— Shoplifted: In high school my best friend was a Klepto so she stole stuff for me.
— Changed who you were to fit in: No. It just sort of started to happen once I got away from the Southeastern United States. Strange how that works out.

LAYER EIGHT:
— Age you hope to be married: See question about marriage.
— Numbers and Names of Children: 2 hermaphodites named Thing 1 and Thing 2.
— Describe your Dream Wedding: One which I don't have to attend.
— How do you want to die: By becoming a vampire and gaining immortality.
— Where you want to go to college: Oh. Apparently this is a quiz for the kiddies.
— What do you want to be when you grow up: An astronaut or a ballerina.
— What country would you most like to visit: It was the U.K. and I've already been there but I wouldn't mind going back again and again and again.

LAYER NINE:
— Number of drugs taken illegally: 3?
— Number of people I could trust with my life: It's hard to say really. I have a number of really great friends that I trust a lot. Let's leave it at that.
— Number of CDs that I own: < 800
— Number of piercings: My ears when I was 12. I think they've closed up by now.
— Number of tattoos: 2.
— Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: I have no idea really. Does the NWFilmforum Digest count?
— Number of scars on my body: Loads and loads. Especially 4 lovely monsters on my knees. Soon to be 2 nice ones on my tits as well, when I cut those babies down to size.
— Number of things in my past that I regret: I can't think of anything off hand. I'm sure there's something, but I generally like to think of every mistake as something I can learn from and move on. Even giving certain evil people loads of chances even after they screw me over, just because we were friends at one point. Boy, did THAT come off as bitter. It was supposed to be positive.

So this thing was really dumb, obviously not targeted towards adults, I probably come off sounding like a horribly negative, pescimistic individual. But I'm posting it anyway, so that when my mood sweetens, I can look back on it and realize how silly I was being.

Did you know Abe Lincoln didn't have a dipl0ma?

You know, I'm starting to get a little depressed about my job again. (I was somewhat enjoying it for a while. Or at least dealing with it). But for the last few weeks I have been really dreading coming in and have even called in sick a couple times. This is not the sign of a happy worker. I feel a little bad about it. Especially since a) my boss is nice, b) I realize that not only is my job not too bad, but a lot of other people have much worse jobs. And I'm not even talking about worse office jobs (Faye). I could be working at Dick's or that place I temped a few years ago wherein all I did was (literally) enter social security numbers into a data base for 8 hours a day. So deep down (or not even that deep) I know I shouldn't be complaining. But right now I have a childlike indignence about the fact that I can't “be what I want to be when I grow up”. And that is to DANCE! Just kidding.
Anyway, It doesn't help that one of my co-workers is really kind of a mean, spoiled brat and she is my superior.
Also, I seem to have a pretty bad “case of the Mondays” as it were. Not to sound too much like a Garfield cartoon, but I broke the coffee pot this morning for no discernible reason. I was just washing it and I hit it a little too hard on the door on the way out and it just shattered in my hand and I spend the next 20 minutes cleaning up glass. I feel quite foolish about that. Then, when I sat down to type this, I whacked my elbow in the desk. It's very silly.
But at least I did have an enjoyable weekend whatwith the karaoke and the zombies. I highly recommend renting a karaoke machine from Seattle's Best Karaoke But of course, everyone who is READING this post was AT the party so I'm basically preaching to the choir here.
I shall undoubtedly be back later with a meme or some such nonsense.

Addendum

I've also been told that my interest in straight guys making out is a little freaky too. Though I fail to see how this could be since men are all about straight WOMEN making out. Regardless, I find that scene in Baseketball where Trey Parker and Matt Stone share a passionate make-up kiss to be hotter than most gay (or straight) porn I have ever seen. And now I have made myself all worked up at work. Perhaps that is what I was subconsiously trying to avoid with my first lame entry.

Apologies and Retractions

Elyse gave me a proper metaphorical ass kicking by pointing out that my previous answer to the “unusual turn-on's thing” was L.A.M.E. So I posted this comment and then decided I should add it to the front too. So that people know how sorry I am for pretending NOT to be the big freak that I am.

-I apparently also love poor guys. The only rich guy I ever dated was a HUGE jerk and he STILL made me pay for everything cos he'd already spent all his allowence on weed. So that's probably why everyone since then has been equally as, if not poorer than myself. I seem to have carried this fetish over into who I select for my friends as well. Damn. No sports cars for MY birthday.
-I love guys who wear old spice deoderant. Yummy.
-I apparently had a proclivity to date men with receding hairlines. Probably 90% of past boyfriends had one, including one guy who was just straight up prematurely BALD.
-Glasses are also very very sexy. I seem to be copying your answers. Sorry! I didn't study for this quiz!
-Men who wear makeup, particularly eyeliner, are VERY VERY sexy. Unfortunately, like most things, there are some people go overboard and make this NOT sexy. Here are some examples.
But every once in a while, there will be a guy who you didn't find cute and then they whip out the eyeliner, and holy miss moley, I'm smitten like a kitten
-A guy in a dress is always great. Particularly if they're skinny and hairy to begin with. This might have something to do with my latent bi-sexuality.
-Which reminds me, hairy is also good. The more spiratic the patches the better. Just as long as it's not on their shoulders. And it has to be good and dark. That might explain my obsession with hobbits.
-I guess these things also explain why I find the above comedians so damn hot. They all fall into one of these categories. Though I have yet to find a guy besides my dad to wear Old Spice. I wonder if I can get Dom to start wearing it so I don't feel so creepy.

Extreme Butthole?

Today's spam title winner was almost “Chat With Vaginas On The Internet!” but then I saw Extreme Butthole? and I knew I had to use it. It's the question mark that is the clincher (pun intended…ew).

I was reading The Black Table and found this article about unusual turn-ons for ladies. A bunch of writers basically wax horny about their favorite unusual turn on from comic book geeks to fundamentalist Christians. Which of course got me thinking…what's my unusual turn on? Well, I think I have my answer and it's going to sound cliche as all get out and not that unusual, but I think it's the length to which this turn-on works that is unusual. So mine is: Funny. If a guy is funny, and I mean REALLY funny, my knees will go weak and I am basically puddy. For examples of the extremity to which this works, here is a short list of comedians who, while certainly not traditionally attractive, melt my proverbial butter something fierce:
David Cross
Zach Galifianakis
Eddie Izzard
Patton Oswalt
Jack Black

Of course there are traditionally hot comedians that are also pretty awesome. But if they weren't funny, I wouldn't think twice about them.

By the way, if you don't go to The Black Table every day, you should. It's one of the best “time waster” sites on the net. And they always have links to those fun little fucked up sites that you never would have come across otherwise.

A man with no legs sitting on the sidewalk with a cup full of change wished me a “Happy Friday” today. Is is wrong of me to think that's a little funny?

Music Meme

So Bored. So here's another meme. I promise I won't do these every day.

WHAT SONG…

Reminds you of your youth…
This is too vague of a question. Which part of my youth? I've been listening to music for as long as I can remember and it always changes. But in high school I discovered Oasis and it changed my life. So I'm going to go with “Live Forever”. And I guess I'm still young so…who knows.

Gives you the chills…
This might sound lame, but “American Pie” does give me the chills. Still. Even though I've heard it 100 times. It's about “The Day The Music Died” and I can't even watch the “Behind the Music” or read a biography about Buddy Holly without crying. That song is bookended with two of the most beautiful verses I've ever heard. When he says “February made me shiver” I shiver and whenever he gets to the last verse of that song, man, It just gets me.

Makes you want to bang your head…
Depends on how they mean it. Guns n' Roses is usually good for rocking out. I also really like Queen. Most Nu Metal makes me want to bang my head against a wall.

You wish you knew the lyrics to…
“The Devil Went Down to Georgia”.

Makes you so upset you turn it off…
I turn off any country western “pro-America/anti-everyone else” song because I don't like to be reminded that so many people like that exist.

Was/is 'your song' with someone else…
I've never had an official “song” with someone. But an ex of mine used to sing “Glory of Love” by Peter Cetera to me in falsetto and I thought that was cute.

Makes you want to dance…
“Modern Love” by David Bowie.

Helps you heal after a breakup…
The entire album “Pinkerton” by Weezer. Faye knows this all too well, as, after a particularly difficult breakup, I listened to that album for 2 years straight. Love's a bitch sometimes.

Your parents made you listen to…
“Chiquitita” by ABBA. My mom's nickname for me as a little girl was “Chiquitita” and so she would always sing it to me and embarass the hell out of me.

Ignites a specific memory…
How can I answer this? MOST songs trigger some sort of specific memory. I think if I tried to pinpoint one right now, my head would explode.

You've dedicated to someone…
What? Like, over the radio? I've never done that. But I did make a catharsis tape about the previous mentioned difficult breakup and it was full of bitter bitter songs.

You identify with…
Again, I don't know how to answer this. Do they mean a song that is autobiographical or something? A theme song? I remember when I was in high school and feeling repressed by republicans, I would sing “Rock n' Roll Star” by Oasis. Particularly the line “I'll be scraping their lives from the sole of my shoe tonight”. I'm a vengeful motherfucker.

WOOHOO! It's almost lunch time! I do wish that Faye and Tom would come visit me. :(

R*ping The Chinese

So I have decided to pick one Spam subject line in my inbox every day to use as the title of my journal entry. Hence the offensive title of today’s entry. Well, maybe not. I didn’t open the spam so it might not mean what it sounds like it means?

Sometimes I really hate working in a giant, many-floored office building. There are so many inconsiderate little bastards running around and it depresses me. First of all, there are the people who stand in the MIDDLE of the escalator so that I can’t walk up. They spread out and have their little conversations about American Idol of some shit and meanwhile, I’m standing right behind them wanting to walk past and I can’t. Maybe I’m wrong, but wasn’t the escalator invented to get you upstairs FASTER? Otherwise, wouldn’t it just be a staircase? Furthermore, if we were in Europe and those bastards were pulling that spreading out shit on the escalator, about 100 people below them would start yelling “Stand On The RIGHT!” at them and they would feel like assholes.

Then there are the more hurried-than thou people who think that they can cut in front of me in line at the cafe downstairs for WHATEVER reason. This morning, all I wanted to do was purchase my 80 cent plain bagel and THREE people cut in front of me to get to the register.

Even more irritating still are the elevator hogs. Now this probably isn’t anyone’s fault EXACTLY. But we have 8 elevators that only service floors 4-18. Nonetheless, people all pile onto the SAME elevator and hit all the floors. Since I am on 16, I’m usually the last one to get off. During this trip, often people will get on at other floors and so if there are any floors we haven’t visited yet, they will surely be covered by these people. WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN? Whenever I can, I wait for the next elevator but STILL I’ll hit every floor on the way up. I don’t even like elevators to begin with. And now I have lost my train of thought. Damn.

Mutilated Muffins!

I am sad. I went to retrieve my muffin from my bag and it was crushed into a fine muffin powder. I am eating it anyway though because everyone is at lunch and I have to man the desk until they get back. This job has turned me into an eater of crumbs. How humiliating. Speaking of which, I like these meme things. Here’s one. Let’s see if I can do the html command thingies right.

Bold the ones that apply to you. Replace the ones that don’t. I think the idea is to have this get to someone eventually who doesn’t change anything so the entire doc is bold. What a strange cosmic convergence that would turn out to be.

01. I like to bake.
02. I can be VERY LOUD at times.
03. Elijah Wood is funny-looking.
04. But he is also completely cute. (Only when he was a kid. Bare in mind that I was a kid then too so it’s ok).
05. I’m not a one-contact-wearing freak! I’m pretty sure I don’t know anyone that this would apply to.
06. I almost never wear makeup.
07. Unless lip gloss counts.
08. I am struggling to capitalize all the correct letters in this post. eh?
09. British accents are sexy.
10. Scottish ones too.
11. I love getting things in the mail, but it’s excruciating waiting for them. Actually, I think it’s kinda fun to wait for them.
12. Square-toed, chunky shoes make me wince.
13. Caffeine gives me tummy trouble. But I drink it like a fiend anyway.
14. I like to go barefoot around the house.
15. I’m wearing a shirt that says “Everyone Loves A Jewish Girl” on the front. No, but isn’t it so true
16. I don’t think I’ve ever really been in love.
17. Bono needs to take Boy George’s advice and get funky with his drummer.
18. I’d rather daydream/zone out instead of paying attention.
19. I have a gay hairdresser. But it’s a girl!
20. I wouldn’t be happy with a straight hairdresser. I wasn’t happy with ANY hairdresser till I found this one.
21. I am a tease.
22. People think I’m flirting when I really just love to joke.
23. Love makes everything better.
24. Respect/trust is important to me.
25. I read other people’s blogs obsessively. But I think it’s only cos my job is boring.
26. And I hope that someone out there reads mine just as obsessively. Otherwise, what would be the point? I would just keep a paper diary.
27. Sometimes I fight with people for the sake of fighting.
28. I’m weird.
29. I’m glad I’m not addicted to any harmful substances. Define “harmful”.
30. Except for chocolate.
31. And Pringles.
32. I try to be good, but usually end up failing.
33. I procrastinate. A LOT.
34. I need to do some laundry.
35. I prefer email to the telephone. But only to people that answer their damned email.
36. Gel pens are cool.
37. I get jealous like nobody’s business. But thankfully not about Corey Feldman so much anymore.
38. I wish every day was a good day. Who in the hell wouldn’t bold that one?
39. I noticed the grammatical error in number 38.
40. I hate un-choreographed club-type dancing.
41. I really enjoy thoughtful gifts, even if they cost nothing. Still, I’ll like almost anything just because the person took the time to pick it out. Unless it’s some of the stuff my mom gets me. Nesting dolls? Pointless.
42. Michael Palin and John Cleese are my favourite Pythons.
43. There’s no humor quite like random humor. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be random humor.
44. Sometimes I go to Borders and read things and then leave without buying them.
45. I always dream in color.
46. I was a guy in a dream one time.
47. Maybe it was more than one time and maybe I had gay monkey love with all Aragorn, Legolas, Frodo, Sam and Pippen. That’s more of a waking fantasy. But with all 4 hobbits.
48. Reality Television is a blight upon humanity.
49. But oh god, I cannot live without America’s Next Top Model.
50. David Bowie is a golden god.
51. Whoever decided only girls are allowed to wear dresses has obviously never seen Johnny Depp in a dress. KILTS!
52. Queer Eye for the Straight Guy is one of the best shows on television.
53. And seeing as how I live for television programming, I would know.
54. I’m tired of worrying about shit.
55. Sometimes I think I might be a little bit gay. Or all the time.
56. It’s usually when I’m watching a Catherine Zeta-Jones movie.
57. I can (and often do) eat breakfast three meals a day.
58. If I killed someone, I can count on at least one friend to help me hide the body. Faye and I already have a plot picked out for Baz Luhrmann.
59. I need to be more patient with others.
60. because oh my god are other people lazy, slow and stupid sometimes.
61. I tend to lose pens. But mostly because people steal them.
62. I don’t understand why I can like the music my parents like, but they can’t like the music I like. Is it so hard? I don’t really care if they like it or not. I’m not 12.
63. I like making people happy.
64. I hate it when people complain too much.
65. Which is kind of ironic considering that I complain nigh-constantly and with an almost artistic flair.
66. I sometimes imagine that I am an international secret agent.
67. With a license to kill, baby! More like with a license to kill babies.
68. I once spent over $100 on a pair of jeans.
69. Actually, 5 or 6 times. 7.
70. The Emperor’s New Groove is the funniest Disney film ever made.
71. I don’t immediately hate a book just because I have to read it for school. Ah school. I miss you.
72. Marry me, David Boreanaz.
73. I used to be online a lot more. Now, when I get on, I run out of things to do very quickly. Er…no.
74. It’s easy for me to slack off and get distracted.
75. Independence is important to me.
76. I laugh way too much ALL THE FUCKING TIME. How is that a bad thing?
77. Harrison Ford is sexy. Change that to Han Solo and you’ve got yourself a deal.
78. I am still immature. Poop.
79. I love people who can tell me about themselves without me being nosy.
80. I think the wind messes up my hair on purpose. What? What kind of paranoid motherfucker put that one in?
81. I see all the movies. Even the bad ones. Seems like mostly the bad ones.
82. I never want to be an eighth grader again.
83. Calculus frightens me.
84. I’m afraid of being boring and annoying – because sometimes I am.
85. Keanu Reeves and I are going to have a straight yet gay marriage. Somehow I don’t think it will ever be consummated.
86. I LOVE movies.
87. Hair is VERY VERY IMPORTANT.
88. Contemporary metal makes me want to bounce my face off a telephone poll.
89. I laugh whenever someone says the word “poop.” Poop.
90. Or “cocktail.”
91. Or “nutcracker.”
92. I wear glasses. Or at least, I’m supposed to.
93. I am amused easily.
94. I wish President Bush would go away.
95. I believe that nobody has the right to criticize anybody else’s country. All countries have major issues. Although I can certainly think of plenty to criticise about my own damn country.
96. All of my limbs are still attached.
97. Sometimes, I hold it until I have to run to the bathroom or I won’t make it, but I can’t run because the movement will dislodge the pee. Otherwise I would be in the bathroom every 20 minutes.
98. Jude Law is HAWTTTTTTT.
99. The funniest person in RotK is the guy who stands behind and to the left of Gamling when he’s talking to Theoden after Aragorn leaves and rolls his eyes when Theoden says that they cannot defeat the forces of Mordor, but they will meet them in battle anyway. I never noticed that. But it’s probably pretty funny. I like the part where Pippin sings his butt rock song.
100. If I could have anything in the world it would be just one pure night of uninterrupted sleep. That’s easy. It’s called Nyquil.

The Party's Over

I. Am. So. Tired. Apart from partying pretty much ALL weekend (though I didn't drink at all yesterday, I feel hung over this morning!) I also only slept a few winks last night. I was very restless and my legs itched. I don't know why but this summer my two legs look like delicious batter dipped pieces of meat to the local mosquitos and they are merciless. Bastards!
Nonetheless, here I am back at work for a 4 day working weeks that will undoubtedly feel extra long. Everyone is back in the office from their various vacations which means, no more slacking for any of us. Blah.
And my Sweet Hawaiian Bagel from Starbucks is not sitting so sweet in my stomach right now. I fear I will pay dearly for my debauchery this week, and unfortunately, (or fortunately…I waver on this one) I will be partying just as much next weekend. Friday night is Zombie Night and Saturday is Faye's karaoke bash. I am very much looking forward to both, but I am apparently older than my years in terms of recovery ability and therefore I will pay dearly for my fun.
I have nothing interesting to say right now and lest I turn this post into a bitchfest (too late), I will have to come back later.

hairball

There is not a “current mood” selection for “extremely hungover”. If there were, I think a lot of people would use it. But that is how I am feeling today. And unfortunately, I still have one more day of drinking ahead of me. Now some of you might be thinking “Who says you HAVE to drink today?” and you people have a good point. But I will be at a party wherein everyone else will be drinking and I have never been much for standing up to peer pressure. Even when no one is actively pressuring me. God help me, I’m weak! WEAK, I tell you!

Last night was wedding #2. It was the wedding of my good friend, Nikki. The ceremony wasn’t so bad. It was relatively short and kinda sweet (Nikki was crying during part of it. Philip did say some pretty sweet shit during his vows, so I can understand). The ceremony also featured me reading the english translation of a Pablo Neruda poem. I did practice quite a lot on the drive down there cos even though I’M not into weddings, I didn’t want to ruin things for my friend. Apparently, the practice paid off because afterwards, I had STRANGERS come up to me and tell my I did a rousing reading. Wow! Yay for me. Didn’t really get to see Nikki much cos she was busy doing “bride stuff” but I did get to hang out with my old friend, Kristie, who at the same time last year was running around doing “bride stuff” while I hung out with Nikki. Full circle. So after the reception (which was cut short because we had to be out of the hall at 9:30. Lame.) Kristie, Ben, Dom and I went to their room at the Holiday Inn Express and drank leftover booze from the reception and yammered on till the wee hours. Now THAT’S a party! It was great to see them and I love how I can not see Kristie for 6 months and we get together and it’s like I saw her yesterday. Very nice.

This is probably all very uninteresting to every reader but myself so I will stop typing now and go eat some hair of the cheerio.