HUNGOVER PORTLAND

I have said it once, and I'll say it again: I LOVE THE INTERNET

Another day spent bleeding from eyes as I try to finish writing this thing that does not want to be written.

I take a breather on buzzfeed, and find the thing I never knew I needed to see:

It is Tom Selleck at a waterfall with a sandwich.  Everything will be okay; things around me are beautiful again, and I experience peace.

And there is so much more.

Geeky stuff that IS geeky.

I have this monster writing project going at work right now.  With my excessive wine consumption in its second week, the project is going slowly and I found time to catch up on some of my fave blogs.

Heartless Doll, recently put together an excellent list of things that people like to love because they think they are geeky but are actually cool.  Living in the crafty/cool nerd haven that is Portland, I lol'ed several times, because it is so fucking true.  I am sick of these over-self-identifying cool kids making the true geeks feel bad because, come on, they're still not gonna get a seat at the cool-geek table. 

I've composed my own list of stuff that is geeky that is actually geeky.  This is not comprehensive, or in any real order:

On life, evolution, and why you don't know everything about Joneser.

For many, many reasons, I am glad that my boyfriend and I got together.  One thing that is pretty fucking opportune about when it happened is that I could have gone nuts as a single drunk blogger.  I was excited about sharing embarrassing things about my life when I started this thing; I knew I rocked at getting colossally drunk and then eloquently hungover, and holy shit, this city needed to hear all the gory details. 

I guess I thought I would always be like the 23-year-old version of me who was content to spend a Saturday in a hungover stupor of eating frosting and not do laundry.  The 27-year-old version of me is perhaps less interesting, but we're all going to have to be okay with that.  I am glad that some of my pathetic, alcoholic woes have remained private or in the past.

I was just reading a blog I have enjoyed in the past, and found that all of her juicy tales of dirty sex had been archived following her engagement, then marriage.  At least we all know that, due to me being just a little bit tame in my old age, I won't have to do that when I marry Mr. Joneser later this year.

:)

This is an exciting year, and I look forward to sharing it with you.  I promise to talk to you more about my wine headaches than prospective florists.  (I don't actually want a florist; most of the wedding budget will go towards alcohol.  Watch for my post-wedding hangover bliss in September!)

Hugs.

Gray days need more magic like this

I don't like poetry.  I don't like children's television.  The combination of the two has become the best thing to happen to me today.

Quoth Poe:

Thank you morninggloria! 

I have friends who write, too.

If you are not impressed by my musings, you may want to visit a couple of other blogs I enjoy. 

Overshare is written by a friend of mine whose recent rant about barfing won her a spot on the blogroll. 

Clearly Tasty is written by another friend whose culinary abilities make me feel like a lazy bum and will serve as inspiration when I can't see beyond the egg sandwich.

Enjoy!

xo

Friday mornings with Joneser

Let me just start by saying that I am not hungover and will get a lot more done at work than I did yesterday.  Still, I am jonesin' up my quiet, gray office morning with two special treats:

1. Van Morrison's Astral Weeks.  I did not realize until about a month ago that I love Van Morrison, and now I cannot stop listening to this album.  "Sweet Thing" makes my heart all gooey. 

2. Girl blog Heartless Doll.  I had been seeking a substitute for the increasingly cringe-tastic Jezebel for quite some time, and I may have found it.  She is smart, funny, and pretty - just like me and all of my friends.

Have nice days, party animals.

xoxo

Nothing screams community like knowing you're hungover at work, too.

Some friends and friends of friends have a blog called The Ordinary Times.  I am a fan.  Sometimes I forget about it and then remember it is there and am so happy to find new things.

A recent post makes having a hangover at work sound like the most beautiful and poignant thing to have ever happened to anybody:

Sit at your desk still drunk from the night before, look down at your hands and turn them face up and stare at the lines that tell a story you don’t know how to read.  Place your forehead in those palms and use your brain to break down the next eight hours into the smallest possible fractures of time so they won’t seem so drawn out.

It's a truly lovely piece of writing.  I wanted to share it with you because I'm sure you can all relate. Read their blog if you enjoy feeling artsy while feeling crappy.  Those kids are boozers; even though they do not post exclusively about hangovers, I suspect alcohol is in some way fueling quite a bit of what they get done.

151 posts and I've learned how to alter my page!!

I have had a long few days at work and decided to treat myself to a little Joneser time on my Jonesy site.  Pretty, isn't it?  Anyways, my brother helped me set this blog up over a year ago.  I wasn't paying attention to any details of its functions (duh, hungover) except for where to make a clicky for words to be in the tubes. 

But I've finally just figured out how to name-drop on this bitch!  See those nice links next to these words? Those are blogs I like.  Some are written by my actual friends, and some are written by people I consider my friends because I regularly lurk their weblogged opinions.  If you read my blog, you should read those other blogs, too. 

I know I am forgetting some people.  Write a comment or an email with your link and I'll invite you to the cool kids' table.

So when I started playing with this stuff I realized that I've already published 150 posts!  Holy crap!!!  That may not sound like much since I've been at this for over a year, but I took a few months off, and am consistently rather lazy.  I'm proud of myself for making it this far.  It takes a lot of passion, laughing, and alcohol to keep this shit so self-deprecatingly rad.  (Is that a thing?  I think it is my thing.)

Anyways, I hope to spruce this old lady up a bit more still.  As always, I appreciate your visits and I hope that you like me as much as I like you.*

*True story: a few years ago I made out with a friend-type person when really drunk.  The second time we hang out and it's fine and we get really severely drunk and whatever and he tells me "I like you, but not as much as you like me."   Uhhhh, wtf?  I remember this the next morning when we're waking up and feeling bad.  So I'm like, "did you actually ask me that last night?"  And he says "yeah."  And I say, "um, what the fuck?"  And he confidently repeats himself: "I like you, but not as much as you like me."  There is no way to respond to a guy I know from high school who has the gross ego to tell me this twice in ten hours.  We parted ways.  What a fucking idiot.

Home from trivia

I am really drunk. Just threw up.  I certainly can't drink like I used to!  So tired.  But I couldn't not google this song that stumped us tonight:

God damn that fucking shit.  FUCK SHIT PUSSY.

Anyways, bedtime for Joneser!  Sleep time, Thursday warriors.  See y'all tomorrow.  I'm gonna be making coleslaw and gearing up for a bestie's engagement party.

Big funky by the hand pretty mama hugs to you all by the hand pretty mama all night long, in dixieland.

xoxo

Something nice if you're on hold this morning.

Hi, lovers.  I'm currently at work and on hold with a bureaucratic monster, thinking about all of you. And thinking about...well, lots of other things besides work.

I am once again totally the opposite of hungover this morning.  Last night was book club, where we usually down more bottles of wine than we have members, but I passed, and totally blew the club average.  Sorry, ladies!  I'll get you back next month. 

Anyways, one of my fantastic and pretty friends alerted me to her blog.  For those of you who feel cuddly and fogged in and wanting something soft and pretty, check it out...HERE!!  (It's best for girls, fyi.)

Still on hold, drifting off to other internet locales, gotta go.  Have nice Thursdays!  I hope you are visited by several attractive people and/or things, and that you make out with somebody nice. 

xoxo