tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377367172012-01-22T22:26:04.043-05:00But leave it to me to always say them.i like cheesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03901398940146593274noreply@blogger.comBlogger2931100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37736717.post-51464612148946117252011-11-27T22:18:00.000-05:002011-11-27T22:18:39.604-05:00

I'm not usually a big fan of the holidays. So much ado about nothing, I say. Scroogey McScrooger over here hates the fake sentimentality, the commercial superficiality, the giving of meaningless gifts because it's expected. I also have a new reason to hate the holidays-I'm scared to fucking shit that I'm going to become a whale after spending days upon days eating and drinking myself to oblivion.

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While I munch (yea, I said munch) on my kale salad and plain baked potato, I sit down to the very daunting task of catching you all up on my last few months. And by you all I very definitely mean all 3 of you, but I know there are at least 3 of you, so I'm sure you're a little curious to know how I'm faring with all the "I can't breathe" anxiety bullshit, and everything else. Well, let's start

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Every couple of years I go through the most annoying phase where I have strange, debilitating panic attacks. These are absolute bitches, causing me to question my health and my sanity, causing me embarrassing moments in public, and causing me to become a hermit because I never fucking know when it's going to hit or why. These are of a different calibre than the others, as they start with me

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The Birthday Present and I have been in a relationship for almost a year now. The first six months before that don't count, since we "sort of" broke up for a month in between, but I think we have determined since sometime in March of last year, we've been "back together". Of course, while it was all happening, neither of us would dare to call it anything, or make a big deal about it, or even

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Although I've had (shitty) insurance for the last year and a half, I truly hadn't set foot in a doctor or dentist's office in that entire time. My last gyno appointment was in December of 2008, where I left with a mammogam prescription in hand, that ended up hanging on my refrigerator with a souvenir magnet from London. I kept getting postcards from the dentist, asking, no BEGGING me to come in

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It has been a looooong time since I've been up in here. Too long maybe, I almost feel self-conscious trying to write. I made an attempt at starting up again a couple months back and ended up deleting what I wrote. I don't know when I became so overly aware or overly ashamed or overly censoring of my writing, I mean this is Vulgar Truths dammit! Some things are better left unsaid, but leave it to

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It's really difficult to tell yourself that you're not a victim when, let's face it, all roads lead to that conclusion. I've been on countless interviews in the last 3 months, all of which have proved bullshit and a waste of time. Same can be said for my dating life. Yadda yadda yadda, same shit, different day. Same shit, different YEAR. Einstein said that the definition of insanity is to do

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So, I've been snowbound pretty much the entire day, as of much of NYC. For most people this is a welcome treat, but for me, being that I do not work right now, it has been hell. Pure, unadulterated hell. Think about the boredom to end all boredom, and then add infinity to it. That is my day today. Well, when one is bored, what is one to do? I forced myself to go to yoga, and that was great, but

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Forgive me readers, for I have neglected you all and left you in suspense...the Men of 2009 has left you dangling and waiting for more. Never fear, because you knew that I wouldn't let you down...there is PLENTY more to discuss.Truffle ManTruffle Man was the very last guy from crotch.com that I went out with. I decided that no matter how it panned out, crotch.com, perv.com, and the rest of the

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Aught-nine was fraught with naughtiness, much of which I have neglected to discuss for a variety of reasons.This is definitely late in coming, but what better way to start a new year than to take a look back at the Men of 2009. Some of whom you don't even know about yet! Yes, I've been very, very bad, keeping secrets from you all...but honestly I've been more concerned with my job situation than

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As I write this I can't even believe that this has become my life. A year of hope for better things has pretty much turned into total despair with the arrival of the new year.Today I spent 20 minutes waiting for a Dept of Labor person to get on the phone and explain to me why my benefits have expired, and why I'm not eligible for the new extension. I have so many questions that nobody seems

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If you can believe it, I was laid off from my job exactly one year ago.It doesn't even seem possible that it has been 365 days since I sat in that office, my manager's manager looking everywhere but at me while an HR person that I never saw before handed me a packet and said words that made no sense to me. "Your job has been eliminated."I just saw the movie "Up in the Air", and, as much as it

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Something that has been very hard for me to accept as a part-time unemployed person is the idea of losing one's sense of pride.Between the begging for work (yes, it's gotten to the point of begging), and picking up freelance jobs that are so FAR beneath one's abilities and salary requirements, you can't really let your ego get in the way. This also goes for the part-time jobs that you might have

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I find that I tend to blog when things feel like they're going downhill in my life..thankfully, as my infrequent musings have shown, this is not all that often. However, when the downward spiral begins, it feels infinite and awful and I forget all the wonderfulness that has lead up to this very moment. By tomorrow, the spiral will most likely go in reverse, but at this moment, it is endless.I am

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So, I have come to yet another realization about myself that has possibly been obvious to all of you for the last however many years you have been tuning into my life, but not so much to me...I clearly have a) commitment issues and b) I live in a fantasy world.I find myself yet again entrenched in a situation that can only go nowhere, yet I spend so much time and energy on it. Admittedly, it is

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Yesterday was Date #2 with Truffle Man.I was a little bit nervous to meet up with Truffle Man, as I'd had a pleasant time with him on our last date, and didn't want to expect too much or be too hopeful. I also had a hard time with the outfit decision...usually by date 2 I am letting it all hang out (if not already on date 1) but I'm trying to be more demure in my old age, as I've mentioned before

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So, I reread what I wrote a mere 4 days ago and I feel like this week has had a significant turnaround. Truth be told, not all that much has happened, but I guess when you have absolutely NOTHING going on, a few small events can feel like the earth has shifted.I did NOT get picked to be a juror. Thank GOD. It was quite a hilarious ride though. By day 3 I had developed such a crush on the Keith

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I'm having a really hard time deciding if my life is going to get decidedly more exciting, or if it's just all going to blow up in my face in a big and bad way. Or neither. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, being that I've been coasting for the last six months or so and don't really have anything to show for it, and therefore need to hope and pray that I end up with something magnificent before I

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So. Self-improvement has begun. The workouts have been jacked up. The late nights have been curbed. The job search has been back in full-swing. Creative projects are coming out of my ears. Dating has been put on the back burner-my bike is slowly replacing food/sex/booze when I'm bored/antsy/sad/fill in negative emotion here.All good things. All very, very good things.Except the dating being put

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Remax1 (my high school boyfriend) just gchatted me for the first time in a while...I probably haven't talked to him in a few months, which isn't abnormal, but there was a brief time where we were so happy to have reconnected after 20 or so years that we were logging on nightly and having clandestine gchat rendezvous.At any rate, he asked me how things were going, and I mentioned that things on my

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This night was the same as the other nights. Yet different.Different because, I remember there was chasing. Chasing down the street. Him, chasing after me. What a difference that was.If it wasn't so fucking comical, it would have felt empowering. Yet it wasn't. It was sad."You're not attracted to me. You don't love me." I had said it all before. And yet again."I do love you. I am attracted to

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One of the recurring themes in my life, as well as this blog, are my unrequited feelings for you-know-who (if you don't know who, then you haven't been reading long enough, and too bad, cuz I removed almost all the posts about him for safety's sake) (I know, I'm so hospitable. Welcome to my blog). I hear myself talk about it, I read what I write about it, and honestly, I have to say, if I were

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it's raining, it's pouring...What the fuck have I been up to since you last heard from me? I mean, the last few posts have been quite the downers, eh? Even I was scaring myself...but that's what too much time on one's hands will do to a person, or so I've heard.Events from the last few weeks:-Attended an open mic with Remax 2 after deciding that we needed to start performing...me, some spoken

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I felt your eyes on me as I walked myself to my front door and let myself in.I turned to look at you, our eyes met, and you waved, driving away after making sure I was safely inside. Funny, that one time you drove my friend home, she made a point of letting me know what a jerk you were for NOT waiting til she got inside before driving away.I thought of this as I started to turn away. It made me

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The dating website that I fondly like to call "crotch.com" and I are through.I'm pretty sure that this is a permanent breakup. We've parted ways before, only for me to go crawling back with my tail between my legs, promising that this time will be different. No, really.I can honestly say (this blog is proof) that in the last 12 months I have gone out with approximately 25 men. Most of them

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For the last two weeks I've been feeling super crappy...like, not just regular down in the dumps from the usual bullshit of life...but awfully, horribly depressed and hyper sensitive about EVERYTHING. I realize that I don't have all that much to be horrendously excited about right now, but this was kind of out of character for me.I then started to notice that I was feeling like I'd gained massive

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One thing that I definitely have not discussed in a while is my seemingly eternal unemployment situation.I like to pretend that it's not actually happening. Although in reality it has been 3 months since I got my ass kicked to the curb.I've noticed a very definite shift in people, including myself, since December. A lot of it has to do with the continuing decline of our economy. Back then, only

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I met Smug about 3 weeks ago at my favorite local bar.Smug is ridiculously attractive in a way that was just not my type. Prematurely salt and pepper hair kept him from being too pretty, or maybe it's what made him pretty...who knows...we spent a good couple hours in the back room of my bar getting to know each others' tongues inside and out, he felt me up, we called it a night.I had reservations

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I realize that I might appear a little bit insane...privatizing my blog...opening it up to the public again..over and over.Usually, you can pretty much guarantee that if I've made my blog private, it's because I've started dating someone new, and a wave of paranoia comes over me, I google myself, and discover that I am not as "anonymous" as I thought I was.I then have to take care of the

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tSeveral weeks back I was out for a friend's Hen Party in Nolita. I was on (surprise!) somewhat of a manhunt it seemed, finding myself chatting up dudes of all shapes and sizes at every bar that we stopped at. Although I am clearly not the bride-to-be, you would have thought that I was the one about to get hitched, as I had had way too much to drink, and was channeling Tara Reid in a big way.

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Last night I attended the Bandaid Crush's birthday dinner. I was really flattered and excited to have been invited, since I am a relatively new friend. It seemed like quite an honor to have been included. I was a little nervous, however, as I don't really know any of his other friends, as well as his ex-girlfriend was going to be there.A little background info on Bandaid Crush...he and his

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Today's one of those days that I just can't get motivated for.I woke up this morning, and realized that I'd finally kicked this 2-week long flu/cold/plague that I'd had..but that it was replaced with a migraine and feeling of nausea.The migraine and feeling of nausea may stem from finding out that one of my relatives is dying. Well I knew he was dying, but now he has an actual death sentence. I

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Well, by now you know me pretty well...and you know that I am incapable of keeping things simple.Wouldn't you know it, I have ALREADY disassembled the Can't Have Ya Trifecta. I should never be allowed to have nice things! I don't take care of them!! Remax2 came over for our "photo shoot" on Tuesday night...with a bottle of bourbon in tow. I was nervous as fuck..I wasn't really sure what he had

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I sat at home and watched the Inauguration today, and I wanted so badly to feel hopeful and positive.Friends of mine went down to DC to see it live and in person...other friends had brunches to commemorate the occasion.I sat at home and watched, in my pajamas, barely getting out of bed to do so. Not because I'm a hater, or because I don't believe.But at the moment, I just don't fucking feel

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As much as I have about 8 million topics that I need to discuss with all of you, in light of the fact that I've been gone yet AGAIN for so long...I thought it was time to address my latest man situation, or lack thereof.I have set up a sweet little deal for myself, that I like to call the "Can't Have Ya Trifecta".It is made up of two recurring players in my life, Remax2, and Tall Guy (bet you

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A little-known fact about my life at the moment: Mysterious Guy and I have been seeing each other a little bit more than I have let on. Actually, although it was nowhere near exclusive, he and I have been in constant contact since before Halloween, and as much as I have decided about 400 times since then that I was going to end it, for some reason unbeknownst to myself and the gods of fate, I

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So, I guess it's that time where I'm supposed to put together all of my collective thoughts about the year and sum it all up in a neat little synopsis, tied up tight with a little red bow.Fuck that. 2008 was a messy year, it was all over the place, and so shall this blog post be.As I think about the events of the last 12 months, I am shocked at how LONG this year seemed. I have always felt that

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As I mentioned in my last post, I had a date lined up with a guy called Psych Ward.Susan commented that she was a little concerned about his name....which made me chuckle a little to myself. You see, the reason I named him Psych Ward is because of his profession. However, Susan is a smart cookie, and had reason to be worried, as I will illustrate for you now.Psych Ward and I had plans to meet up

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I'm sure none of you could tell, but I am not one to subscribe to the general rules of conformist society. Which I think is a very, very good thing. Except, my guy friends are trying to reign me in when it comes to dating.I never really thought about such things as "the 3 date rule"...letting the guy call me first...not making the first move..playing hard to get. I mean, if you like someone,

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I woke up this morning with a complete feeling of dread. I couldn't put my finger on it, save for the fact that I've been feeling pretty down the last few days-and then I remembered that I have this entire week off.Now, any normal and sane person would be ecstatic to realize that they will be spending the next seven days doing whatever they want, not having to report in to their job, being able

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Tall Guy and I went out again on Saturday night.I wasn't all that surprised that he wanted to go out with me again, I mean, I'm pretty amazing. And our makeout sesh was pretty intense. But ultimately, I knew that there were still issues at hand and that I didn't have much of an argument..I mean, unless I go out and buy some stilts, there's still a foot and a half difference in our heights.Which,

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As you may recall, a few months back my douchebag ex dumped one of our cats back in my lap. I couldn't have been happier to have Bong back, but having to have Douchebag back in my life, even for a mere 10 minutes, was traumatizing at best.Douchebag texted me a couple weeks ago saying that he could come by one Saturday and bring over a box of record albums that he still had of mine, and pick up a

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On my quest for finding a Someone, I found myself conversing with Tall Guy. Tall Guy and I have been talking for about a month now, with the caveat that he has height issues and only dates other Tall People. But thought it would be fun to get together for a beer with a Short Person like myself, because who can resist the likes of me? ;)We talked on the phone a lot until we could find a free

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So, for weeks I've been chasing after this ridiculous petty cash that my office owes me in the measly amount of $50 bucks. When I submitted the request 3 weeks ago I was not in dire need of this money. I mean, seriously now, $50 bucks? Except now I'm completely cash poor and I kinda need that measly shitty $50 bucks. I've just now found out that the stupid form was sitting on someone's desk for

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Saturday night I had yet another frustrating, dead-end date with yet another elusive, hard-to-read dude.He seemed attractive and intelligent-a musician who plays with a few different bands as well as works during the day making high-end instruments. He lives in Brooklyn, works in Brooklyn (yet doesn't know how to get anywhere in Brooklyn, via subway or otherwise, which I found highly suspect)and

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Several months back I met a guy through some friends that I was extremely attracted to, and we hit it off like two kids in a sandbox. We've stayed in touch, invited each other to things, hoped to bump into each other at other things, but schedules did not allow us to cross paths again. Until last week.He invited me out for drinks Sat night, just sort of out of the blue...truth be told I wasn't

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This morning in the midst of the torrential downpour we've been experiencing, a man was wandering outside of Grand Central Station, clearly lost. He asked another man, also lost, where 3rd Avenue was. The 2nd man barely spoke English, and basically said so. So the first man kept on walking. I walked up to him and told him how to get to 3rd Avenue and right as I finished giving him directions, I

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So, instead of continuing to complain about my money or lack thereof, I've been thinking a lot about getting a second job.It wouldn't have to be forever...mainly it would be to pay off some outstanding debts that are looming over my head, in the hopes that once said debts have been paid, I can resume stashing money away for the future and not have to keep stealing from myself all the time.I used

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The other day my friend Akat was over and she remarked that Igbot was looking a little skinny.Now, for those of you who have never met Igbot, trust me when I say that skinny is not a word you would use to describe him. "Big-boned" if you're being diplomatic...."fat as fuck" if you're just being honest.But Akat insisted that he had lost some weight. She pointed to his hip area and said, "look,

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After a bizarre week, and in my opinion, a slightly stressful Saturday night, I had a kickass day with UK. I came home and caught up on Entourage, checked in on the Emmys, read some blogs, listened to some of Remax2's music, and have found myself with the shittiest case of insomnia on record. Which leads to... oh crap, the reflecting and regurgitating of the failures of my lovelife over the last

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Last night, my friend Sexy Pilot was in town.Sexy Pilot and I have not seen each other in a looooong ass time. I'm not going to admit how long, because it will make me sound like a grandmother. It's been that long. Sexy Pilot hadn't been to NYC in a while so I dragged him down to the LES and we did a little Ludlow Street bar crawling...and crawl we did, after the amount of alcohol that was

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Yesterday I found myself on the 4 train at the height of rush hour. i don't take the 4 train for a number of reasons. Too crowded, TOO crowded, TOO FUCKING CROWDED. Especially before the 9am hour. Unfortunately for me, that is the hand that was dealt to me that day, so I sucked it up, put my ipod on full blast and jammed out to some Les Savy Fav to tune everyone out around me.When I got off at my

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Hey Buddies! It's me, Cheese, passing through for a quick post so that you don't think I forgot about you!Not much is going on in these parts, at least nothing that I really want to talk about at the moment. I've had some confusing ass shit going on, which I've decided to just ignore in the hopes that it will either go away, or at the very least, I will cease to give a crap about it eventually.

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Yesterday morning I was leaving the Starbucks in Rock Center with my usual order of a tall iced coffee in a grande cup (room for milk, baby!) and a spinach and feta wrap (how I love prepackaged food), ipod blasting Weezer's Red Album..when I faintly heard through "Troublemaker" someone yelling out "miss! excuse me! miss!" while running in my direction.I felt a tap on my shoulder and freaked the

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When I was in high school, Billy Idol was probably one of my ultimate fantasy men. That sticky uppy hair. That sneer. That way he punched at the air in time to the music. The way he looked when crooning "Eyes Without A Face". I honestly hadn't given Billy Idol much thought since then, other than during my last relationship (my ex named himself after Mr Idol when performing stand up), but

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Funny how a benignly mediocre day can seem horribly awful when preceded by four or five truly awesome days.Truth is I really did need a night to myself. My apartment was a pig sty, my laundry needed doing, my blog needed updating. And there's a Hills premiere to watch!Weds night after a kind of stressful workday (ok, it was really stressful, and deserves its own post, someday when I feel like

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So it's been brought to my attention that I haven't been blogging much lately. Yea I know I know...it's a combination of too much going on and not much going on, if that makes any sense.I've been getting used to having two cats running around, and oh God do they run around. Bong has acclimated himself quite nicely to the situation, and he and Igbot are having a ball. Just like their Mom.I've been

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Under the bed.That is where the latest wild thing has been for 2 days now. I can't get him to come out. It doesn't help that his little brother keeps stalking him.The latest in the cat drama is as follows:Douchebag never got back to me about when he was planning on bringing Bong over, so come Weds or so I shot him an email asking what was up. In it I also happened to mention that I had some of

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Silly me, I was starting to worry that things were starting to quiet down around here. Thankfully, drama always has a way of finding me, and the drama of all dramas is about to unfold.I got home from visiting a friend in the hospital tonight, and logged onto my gmail, as normal. In it, I saw a Facebook alert with my 8 yr ex's name attached.I have not heard hide nor hair from this man in 2 yrs (

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I just checked the date on my last blog post, and oddly enough it has only been a week since my last ramblings. This doesn't seem possible, but perhaps this is because so many things have happened in those seven days, I don't know how I crammed it all in.Let's see, there was a milestone birthday, a few dates, a triathlon, a "breakup", and a booty call.Yea, I'm pretty special. The BirthdayFor the

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I was sitting in what used to be my favorite bar (mainly due to the fact that I was unhealthily obsessed with the hot young man who tended said bar) with a couple of friends playing catch up. These friends are both in relationships-one of them has been married for quite some time-so, of course, I performed the "Cheese Dating Monologues" as I seem to be doing a lot of these days.I had them in

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Sender: blueeyedchap To: Cheese Date: Jul 13, 2008 7:22 pm PST "hi cheese, thanks for writing...and don't worry about saying anything witty...just being you is good enough. i certainly appreciate hearing from pretty women but i'd be lying if i didn't say i have a fetish for black-haired girls...i guess i want what i can't have (black hair). i wish you the best on crotch.com...i'm sure

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Last night I was surrounded by the most amazing of friends, helping me celebrate my upcoming milestone birthday.People brought cupcakes and presents, and one of my friends attached a mylar balloon to her gift. And there it stood, all night, like a beacon, drawing attention to my impending middle age and closeness to death, for all the bar to see.One by one friends were handing me blue cocktails

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Most of you know that I have been training for many months for the NYC Tri, an event that I did last year and, stupidly, decided I NEED to do it again. For reasons unknown, I somehow enjoyed swimming in the Hudson, biking to the Bronx and back, and then forcing my legs to run 6.2 miles through the hilliest leg of Central Park. Maybe I'm just a born masochist. Maybe I'm just retarded.Either way,

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Remax2 and I were sitting in the backyard of my most favoritest tiki bar ever. Somewhere in between many games of Jenga and a long, drawn out makeout session, a couple sat near us with a baby. The baby was about 1, and seemed to be intrigued by us.The little fellow waddled over, and fixated on Remax2 (not surprising as he is super tall, red headed, and has giant hair. The dude stands out in a

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I've got a friend coming to visit that I haven't seen in probably 6 years or so...we reconnected on Facebook last year and she decided she was overdue for a visit. Which is really cool and I'm excited to see her.However, being in the contemplative mood I've been in of late, of course her visit stirs up so many things within me, as well as she is going to make me see friends of ours that I sort

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Here's a word of warning to all you kids out there.If you have two guys in your phone with the same name (such as Remax and Remax2)...be sure that they are labelled VERY CAREFULLY. Or you will have an accident. Like I just did.Remax2 and I were texting a bit this evening, and I just sent him a doozy of a message...seriously, picture the dirtiest thing you could probably send to someone, and this

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Every now and again, being that I am a somewhat attractive woman when I try really hard, I walk past a construction site and get the full treatment. Cat calls, whistles, ay mamis, and the like.Today, I was on my way to the office, and as I walked past a group of workers, one of them caught my eye. A black wife-beater filled to the brim with muscles of all sorts of shapes and sizes, leading to a

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There sure ain't nothing like coming home from a semi-shitty day wherein I chose to let my ego suffer from pretty much everything I could get my hands on....and finding an inbox full of email.Email, all from POSTMASTER, kicking back oh, 8 or 9 messages or so that were all sent to my ex, going back to December...telling me that his inbox is unavailable.I'm hoping that gmail is just playing some

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Brunching with Ha Ha Sound in Brooklyn, I received a text from Date #3, who we shall refer to as Rock Star.Rock Star and I had plans to go out last night, and we hadn't quite yet firmed them up yet. A long text session while I was riding my bike on Saturday concluded nothing, we had decided to meet at 7pm on Sunday, but still weren't sure where.Sunday's text said this, "Meet me on the corner of

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Last week I started to get some weird thing on my lip...it seemed like I might have burned it or bit it, leaving a smallish cut right in the center of my bottom lip. No big deal, I figured I'd buy some Anbesol, apply it sparingly, and in a couple days, all gone, right?Cut to yesterday morning, the fucker is STILL there. And it's morphed into something that I can't even describe. Now I'm starting

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On my way to the subway to meet my family for Father's Day brunch, I looked up to see an arrogant swagger, longish hair, and a scruffy beard that seemed oddly familiar. And then I realized it was my 8 yr ex.My 8 yr ex and his new girlfriend. His much younger, bright red haired, multi tattooed girlfriend. Or maybe even live in lover, or wife. Who knows, since we haven't spoken in two years.They

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If you're wondering where the hell I've been this last week (and I know you are!), just know that I have been keeping myself very busy (but not getting busy, sadly...well, ok, there was that one night...). Last week I attended my very first Media Meshing event with Ha Ha Sound and Fiesty Red. It was fun to sit outside at Sweet and Vicious and mingle with 12 yr olds who probably make WAY more

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So there're a couple things on my mind, and in true Cheese fashion, I need to get them off my chest.A couple weeks ago, I was flying Continental to Norfolk, VA, to visit my friend GB in the Outer Banks. The nightmare of the flight both coming and going is a whole other blog post, but let's discuss the issue of liquids on flights.I haven't flown in two years, which is kind of crazy...but I hate to

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The other night I had plans to get together with Long Distance Booty Call guy, who I haven't seen in over two years.We didn't really have a set itinerary, and as I had a mad long day of yoga, brunching, brow waxing, Sex and the City, and was hungover to boot, I asked him if he minded shlepping to my place to decide what to do from there. He agreed that was a fine plan, and hopped in a cab from

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So, just when I think things couldn't get any more boring, they start to get a little "edgy" again.Thank GOD!!!!We've got an aborted makeout sesh with guy who was "sort of dating someone". Although he did call me a temptress, which definitely made it all worth it ;)Then there's this dude, who is on his way to my apartment right now...I guess he decided to make good on his long-distance booty

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Well, here we are, the official start of summer. I'm shivering in my scarf and coat, soaked through the bone from the neverending rain, but hey kids, it's Memorial Weekend, and we are gonna have FUN!I'm flying to the Outer Banks of North Carolina tonight, and oh how I hate to fly. So I took my regular Thursday yoga class in the hopes that it would calm my inner anxiety. It certainly helped,

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Couple months back I had a pretty disappointing date with a man that I now refer to as Stoner Dude if and when he ever comes up in conversation. Something that I never really admitted to most people, or on this blog, is that, Stoner Dude actually contacted me after that horrendous date, and wanted to go out AGAIN. And I, bored out of my mind and hornier than Ron Jeremy on hormones, actually

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There's a couple that lives a few doors down from me that I've only just started to notice. I'm pretty sure they are new to the neighborhood, because believe me, I would've noticed them before...she kinda reminds me of the Callie Torres character on Grey's Anatomy, except beefier, if possible. He is just a tiny little nerdy white dude with glasses. She's probably 5 times the size of him. To call

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Couple years ago, when I was a smooth operator, I had a bunch of different boy situations to choose from at all times.One of them was a Billlyburg dude who I don't think I ever saw in the light of day. 1am was when we usually started to communicate with each other, and our "dates" usually began in the vicinity of 3am or so.This "relationship" carried on as such for months, even ending with a

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I realize that if I don't post SOMETHING I'm going to lose the 3 readers that I've managed to accumulate over the last few years...but honestly, I'm not really sure what I have to say that is going to be interesting or exciting to any one of you.I guess I'm going through a weird slump of sorts. I'm definitely not interested in much of anything in the way of the opposite sex. For real. I didn't

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The time had come to pay a little visit to my girl-crush, the podiatrist. As I've previously mentioned, the podiatrist is Tina Fey hot, and going to visit her is like hanging out with my cute, hot friend who I may or may not be bi-curious about ;)Tri season is upon me, and my feetsies are pissing me off yet AGAIN. I headed over to ersatz Tina Fey's office and got her to adjust my orthotics. Yea,

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Some of you may have been lucky enough to catch my short-lived post about dinner with the ex Thursday night. For those of you who weren't, suffice it to say you didn't miss anything. Honestly, I took the post down because, although he may not have feelings for me, he still does have feelings that can be hurt, and although I don't owe him anything, it probably was less than cool of me to air

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For the last week or so I've been on a photo shoot in Chelsea/Meatpacking District. It's been really great to be out of the office, save for the fact that I cannot access my gmail/gchat for some silly reason. Which as you know, is driving me perfectly insane. And I most definitely was already a bit of a nutter to begin with, so the insanity is not a welcome thing ;) However, one of my new

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Tonight I was asked if I am a Dominatrix. Which makes me laugh. Not because it's such a ridiculous notion. On the contrary, I am quite the dominant gal, at least in most circumstances.Give me an inch, and dude, I will take a mile (or at least, another 6 inches, or maybe 10, if you got it). But lately, for some reason, I've become quite the pussy. I am not taking matters into my own hands,

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How the fuck is it possible that I was lying in my bed at 10:30pm, watching Laurel Canyon on my laptop, fought to keep my eyes open, awoke (for what I assumed was a brief moment) right as Frances McDormand and Kate Beckinsale were about to have a threesome with Alexandro Nivola (who could sleep through THAT?) and then BAM. I never went back to sleep.Fucking hell.I have surfed the internet 50

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I realize that I haven't posted a blog in exactly one week, and sadly, there is a reason for that.My life, dear friends, has been filled with oodles of ennui. Self-induced, I will admit.I've had this low-grade melancholy following me around for a few weeks, which really sucks-what with the weather getting nicer you'd think I'd perk up a little, but nooooo, leave it to me to get sadder when the

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It's 8:30am, and I was up pretty friggin late last night. I usually put my phone on silent but due to a friend in need, I left the ringer on..and wouldn't you know it, it binged and binged at the ungodly hour of 8am...I got up to see who the hell I was gonna kill, and saw SIX text messages in a row waiting for me.I didn't recognize the number, but it was signed-Joe Pesci-my very first crotch.com

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Watching this clip of Lindsay Weir dancing her heart out to "Box of Rain" by the Grateful Dead is all I needed to turn my shit-ass day into something a little more palatable. It made me want to break out my copy of American Beauty (I know it's around here somewhere!) and jam out in my undies like a teenager..but I treated my neighbors to a show very similar the other night ;)Enjoy!!!

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One of the benefitsOf all my newfoundMumbo Jumbo Guru Ram DasInsanityIs that I am learningThings such as. This weekend past, we were blessed with a New Moon.Filled with promise and good things to come.So why, oh fucking WHYdoes it feel like my world has been in a permananent state of Eclipse?????

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My sister and I are pretty close, both in age and otherwise.She is two years younger than me, lives nearby, and as much as we are completely opposite, we are most definitely 100% related, and it's pretty obvious when the two of us are together.Earlier today we were hanging out like two giggly schoolgirls, farting around on Facebook and checking out each others would-be suitors on dating websites,

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I got the phone call late one night. XX was going to be in town for the day and wanted to meet for lunch.I had a really busy work day ahead of me, but, as I've said to him before, "When can I ever say no to you?"Fucking never, apparently.I met him on 23rd street, at a bar that I knew he'd like. His eyes lit up from the minute I walked into the room, following my curves and settling at my eyes.

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Email exchange with my bud S&M earlier today:S&M: Elaine,FYI on your tattoo shot on facebook, there is SO nipple.Hope your coworkers enjoy!Cheese: Who's Elaine? (seriously miffed that he mixed me up with someone else...clearly!)S&M: Elaine Bennis from Seinfeld.The nipple x-mas card mailing episode.Cheese: Oh God! Hahaha! That’s hilarious.I was like “did you forget my name?”S&M: I love the fact

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The other night on Bret Michaels Rock of Love (yea, I love that show, get off my back!), Bret brought in all of the girls' ex-boyfriends so he could grill them and find out dirt. Which is so fucking twisted I can't even tell you, but I loved seeing all the discomfort on the boyfriends' faces. And of course, some of the girls had been hiding things, so they started to freak out when they realized

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For the last week or so I have been chatting with a guy that I met very briefly through a friend of a friend. The one time that we met, it was late, we were both a little intoxicated, and didn't really get a chance to talk for very long. And I was probably running off to some late night dalliance or another with an inappropriately aged boy, so I'm sure I had one foot out the door, at least

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Did anyone feel like today was the day that would never end?it was the weirdest thing, everytime I looked at the clock, it felt like 3 hours had gone by, yet only five minutes had passed. Which is doubly strange because I was super busy today. Yet every ticking minute was complete torture, stretched out to the maximum. Did anyone else have this kind of day?Somewhere in the middle of the day, I

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So, yes, I've been dabbling with the online dating thing, as much as I LOATHE it.I would so much rather meet someone organically, through a friend, or through some twist of fate. Going online, as I have said before, reminds me of shoe shopping. I always want the Manolos, but somehow end up with the Easy Spirits.Fine, so I need to succumb to the evils of online dating in order to get back out

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So, I just had another lovely evening at my local bar, with yet more bad service, but this time, somehow, it was tolerable. Mainly because I was with a gaggle of girls, who always make things better, no matter how bad things really are.-It seems that I am a fucking laugh riot, and am capable of making people laugh with my "Joe Pesci" impersonations, especially when Joe Pesci is driving a guido

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Very late Weds night +drunken debauchery on Friday night + brunch with snotty babies on Sunday + late night date Sunday evening + 10 hour shoot day on Monday + coworkers force you to drink afterwards which means 2 ciders, one vodka tonic and a round of Jameson shots + another 10 hour shoot day on Tuesday + client dinner and drinks afterwards + that one last cigarette = swollen glands and a very,

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I mentioned a few months back that some friends of mine sprouted a brand new baby.Tis a whole new world, hanging out with them and the baby, and now, when we attend social functions at their house, it is one big, fat babyfest.I guess this is to be expected, being that I am of "the age" where a lot of people are doing that sort of thing, but somehow, in this fair city, there are quite a lot of us

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