Wednesday, July 30, 2008 

Interesting things I hear while I walk

Yesterday I was walking about when I was stopped by someone I knew. He told me of an upcoming lecture he was going to and lamented the he didn't like it when 'fat people' sat in front of him and blocked his view. I'm not sure what kind of reaction he was trying to garner from me, but I wanted to tell him, "Honey, you're not thin yourself, so you're not going to elicit any sympathy from me." Instead I just gave him an awkward look.

I walked further and I passed the bus stop. Two men were standing waiting for the bus. As I walked by I heard one of them say, "Well, it's real fortunate because they reduced it to a misdemeanor." What is it about people who ride the bus who have convictions?

Today I went to the library. As I was checking out I saw a man who appeared to be gay. When he got up to the counter he was explaining why he had overdue books. "Someone broke into my house when I was in jail and stole my library books." First of all, I don't imagine that gay people go to jail. The only ones I've encountered have been well behaved and bring up property values when they move in. Second, that was a pretty elaborate excuse for losing a library book.

And as I was leaving the library, a very pudgy little boy was complaining that he and his mom had to walk to wherever they were going. "You need to walk, kid, you're overweight as it is." His mom said. Now, I have no problem with giving your children low self esteem and telling them that they're fat. My problem was that the mom had no business calling ANYONE fat. At all.

So that's what I encounter on my daily walk. People with convictions and folks who complain about those who are overweight. And we wonder why people aren't flocking to Michigan!

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10:37 PM | |

Monday, July 07, 2008 

Hitting The Bubble

Hitting the Bubble

Well, the economic woes of Michigan have finally hit home. I could be talking about the value of my house, but I'm not. Well, I am, kinda. I got my tax bill today. My house is worth a considerable amount less than what I bought it. I have to say that I was pretty teed about that. I don't plan on putting my house on the market anytime soon anyway. Even after I finish my degree and decide to move. It's just not the right time.

But no, I'm not talking about the plummeting house values. I went in to the neighborhood pharmacy today to buy some stamps. The lady is really nice and she knows me by name. She seemed relieved that I was just in to buy stamps, but her face still fell when I tried to make small talk. She told me that I would need to transfer my prescriptions. They'd be closing the pharmacy section by the end of the month. I was devastated. For all the time I've been in this area, that pharmacy has been providing me with my birth control and other various prescriptions. The pharmacist knew me by name. They were even patient when my doctor's office faxed over the wrong prescription. They're also the only pharmacy downtown! Every downtown I've ever worked in has a local pharmacy. How could this be happening? The Michigan economy is how this is happening. With so many people forced by insurance companies to buy their prescriptions through mail order, the mom and pop shop is closing its doors. I asked the cashier what she was going to do. She said she'd try to keep the other sections of the pharmacy open. Selling soda, band-aids, over the counter prescriptions. But she didn't know how long she'd be able to do that, and whether or not she'd be able to make any kind of profit. I felt bad for her. She is always so friendly and happy whenever I see her. She and the equally friendly pharmacist don't deserve this.

I honestly don't know how much more of this people can take. I ran into my real estate agent when he was showing a house across the street. One of my neighbors defaulted on their mortgage and abandoned the house. I knew the neighbor quite well. Because I'm nosy, I asked my agent how much the bank was asking for the house. $41,900. No, I did not leave off a zero or put the numbers in the wrong order. $41K for a two story house that really wasn't in bad shape. I've stopped driving my car to work. Not because I'm hard up on cash or I have a long commute, but because I'm protesting the high gas costs, and it's better for the environment. Sure, most of the people on the bus seem like they have prior convictions, but I've been doing it for a few weeks now and I can already feel the change in my pocketbook. But how long will this last? I'm not sure what it feels like in other communities (maybe you commenters want to weigh in) but it feels like the Depression here in Michigan. And although I'm grateful to God that I'm not in any dire situation, I know just how easy it could be to slip and be among the masses. So when my friends ask me to come see them in this place or that, I'll probably have to say no (except for that trip to Japan. I saved for that!). And when you respond, "But Kiki, you have that great new job as Master of the Universe...surely you can afford to see me!" Just remember that I'm amassing my savings for a rainy day and hoping it doesn't get any worse in Michigan.

So now I have to find a new pharmacy. I'd really like to go with another mom and pop shop, but in all reality, there isn't one that is as convenient as the one I currently patronize. So that means I'll probably be going to Rite-Aid. And honestly, that doesn't make me very happy.

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9:32 PM | |

Thursday, June 12, 2008 

Reality

For the first time in a while, I was really horny. I think it's the fact that Baloo is gone so many days at a time. The anticipation of seeing him throws me into a frenzy. I was surprised that I actually finished my workout tonight. Because all I could think about while on the treadmill was how I was going to tear him apart.

After the gym I went to Barnes & Noble and picked up the new David Sedaris book. That's Baloo's favorite author. I rushed home and took a shower, put on scented lotion and a flirty and fun Victoria's Secret nightshirt. I wrapped his book and called Baloo over. "Which one do you want to open first? Me, or what's in the box?" Sensing that the box wouldn't take long to unwrap, he chose that first. He was very surprised and wanted me to read it to him when he spends the night. He likes when I read to him cause I do all the voices of the characters.

But then, he didn't want to unwrap me. He was tired. He'd worked a long day out in the heat and he was exhausted. I told him that I understood and told him to go back home and rest some more. I was going to hang out at my house and we'd get together later on tonight. So he came over about 4 hours later. And now he's in my bed and I'm sitting here writing at my computer. I can't blame him. I'm tired too. But I only get in this mood when the earth is tilted just right on its axis and the stars are aligned and I stand on one foot and squint. Translation: It doesn't happen often. And he's tired.

I'm not mad at him or upset. I think this is just one of those moments when I realize that reality has set in. And, the world doesn't revolve around me. Just like there are many nights that I'm tired (or feeling obese) there are nights when he feels tired too. I guess that's what it means to be in a grown up relationship. This is harder than I thought!

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10:43 PM | |

Tuesday, January 08, 2008 

Fat Tina Fey?

So, after reading Jonathan's comment, I wanted to do a little more research into Tina Fey being fat. Of course, my research was limited to typing "Tina Fey Overweight" into Google, but I found that Jonathan was correct. A gold star goes to anyone who can produce a picture of tubby Tina Fey.

But that made me more angry. What right does she have to criticize Playboy or anyone else for reducing themselves to featuring only blonde, tanned, 98 lb girls? She gave into the hype too. Yeah, she said that she just decided one day to lose the weight. Whatever bitch! No one wakes up in the morning and just decides, "I want to be thin." No. We're bombarded with images of waif-like people and told that they're pretty and successful and rich. Or we know that in the industry we work in, the pretty skinny girl usually gets her way...or better ratings. So yes, I'm still on my unhealthy weight loss kick. But that's my damage. I'm just really upset that Tina Fey would pretend that she's so above the weight issue when she's a victim just like the rest of us. However, I'll still continue to watch 30 Rock. That show is hilarious!

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9:56 AM | |

Sunday, January 06, 2008 

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes!

I'm back on the liquid/700 calorie diet. I decided this while on the elliptical machine this morning. It's easier to make these decisions when Baloo is not here. He's so hateful, saying mean things to me like, "that really sounds unhealthy" or "I like your body the way it is." Just pure hate. I'm actually really excited. I'm planning on dropping the weight before my birthday. This winter I tried to wear a dress to the office Christmas party and I couldn't zip it up. I was devastated. So, I'm planning on wearing the dress to my birthday dinner as a celebration for turning a year older and a size smaller.

I was reading an article in this month's Playboy magazine where they interview Tina Fey (NSFW). She goes on a rant about how the media (including Playboy) always seek out the girls that look the same. She said that back in the day, some women had nice bodies, and some women didn't. But now, people think that if you get a tan, dye your hair blonde, and weigh 98 lbs (I wish!), you too can be the flavor of the month. I took some solace in what she said, but I didn't find much comfort in what she said. Have you seen her? She's a tiny little woman herself, and she's had a baby too. Not to call her a lier, but I'm sure she keeps her weight and waist to a certain size because she's in TV. I don't think she'd have much of a career if she decided that after she had her baby, she was just going to keep her baby weight instead of lose it. Anyway, I thought it was an interesting rant.

That is all! Everyone have a good week!

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6:42 PM | |

Wednesday, December 12, 2007 

Cashmere


I don't have a lot of cashmere. It's hella expensive. And if I did own cashmere, I would wear everything in the J. Crew catalogue! However, I did wear a cashmere turtleneck to work today. And I dated it, fell in love with it, married it, and had tiny cashmere babies with it all during the course of a day. That doesn't make me weird, does it?

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4:59 PM | |

Monday, December 10, 2007 

Let's Have Some Decorum

Baloo and I went to the theatre last night to see Spamalot. It was a lot of fun. However, I had a complaint. Why don't people get dressed up to go to the theatre anymore? When I was in high school, one of my jobs was an usher at the live thetres in town. I had to wear a tuxedo and most patrons dressed up. Of course, when Jeff Foxworthy came to town, the patrons were dressed down more, but for the most part, women wore black pants/skirts, and the men wore khakis or nice dress slacks. I was appalled last night. I saw so many people in jeans. Both young people and adults. I even saw one person wearing jeans and a Camo jacket. Come on people. If you're going to pay more than $50 for a ticket, the least you could do is wear something nice. I'm not asking for ball gowns and tiaras, but just look like you showered and tried. I was especially mad at the parents for not making their teenagers dress more appropriately. However, the parents were fashion victims as well.

Other than that, the production was great. Baloo has a great time as he really likes Monty Python, and he was able to get a picture with a part of the cast, so that made him happy as well. It's nice going out like that with him.

So, what do y'all think? Are jeans appropriate at the theatre?

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1:07 PM | |

Wednesday, December 05, 2007 

What Goes on Inside My Head

The following are things I wrote down in class last night:

I sat in class today and could think of nothing besides a Ketel One Martini with a blue cheese stuffed olive and a splash of olive juice.

I had a meeting today with a 98 year old man. I kid you not. And he had all of his faculties. I think he could beat me in a foot race.

Baloo left his phone in my car last night and he frantically IMed me at work looking for it. I found it. And I had access to all of his phone numbers. So I stole the good ones. I'm crafty like that.

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9:15 AM | |

Monday, December 03, 2007 

Hello New Reader

I have a new reader. Well, she's not really new. She's been reading my blog for a while but has just become a regular reader. Everyone say hello to the new chica. Also, encourage her to sign up so she can post comments. Now I' have to update more regularly to keep an audience.

So Baloo's sister-in-law is coming to visit this week. Well, she's not so much coming to visit as she has some job interviews and The Dungeon is her new hotel. And this is the week that I have TWO 20+ papers due! I'm anxious to meet her, but it's just really bad timing. So anyway, I got kinda peeved at Baloo last night. Because I like being passive aggressive. I was kinda peeved at Julie (his sis-in-law) because she has made all these plans about her schedule and no one has communicated anything to me. No phone call or email or anything. But Baloo was a good boyfriend and cleared the air last night and we've been exchanging emails. I think I'll like her because her husband (Baloo's brother) told me that I was just like Julie. The only thing I hate about Julie already? She's hella skinny. Like 'had an eating disorder in the past' skinny. And you know how I feel about people being thinner than I am even though grad school is turning me into a 700 pound obese pig!

Sigh.

Oh, well, as long as she likes to drink and make fun of others, I'm sure we'll get along famously.

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3:35 PM | |

Saturday, December 01, 2007 

Sex is Unfair

I'm sitting here supposed to be working on a paper, but yet I'm thinking about sex.

Do you ever think sex is unfair? And when I say unfair, I mean unfair for women. If you want a quickie, it's almost like eating a piece of chocolate. Sure it tastes good and you can savor it, but you don't get the full shebang like boys can. I find it frustrating. It's not fair that men can get off each and every time they have sex. Yet women need perfect lighting, the right smells, and the right mood. Sorry, I don't know what brought that on. Sex with Baloo is actually great. I have no complaints. But I thought I'd just mention that.

In other news, I have a paper due on Friday. I thought said paper was due in two weeks! Oops! Fortunately for me, I've done all the research and it's on a topic that I'm intimately familiar with. I should actually be typing on this paper instead of typing on my blog. Minor details.

Does this make me a bitch? So you know Baloo's BFF, Bug Eyes, who I don't like. Well we went to Ann Arbor last night to celebrate Doug's 30th birthday. Apparently Bug Eyes and Doug went out many moons ago. Doug ended up rejecting her and Bug Eyes is still in love with him. Well I met Doug's new love interest last night. I like her. I've met her before and she has a great career and lots of money. So obviously she meets my approval. But am I a bitch because I'm glad that Doug is with someone new and happy and Bug Eyes will probably be jealous and miserable to find out that he moved on? I know, I'm evil. I better watch out. Karma is a bitch. Oh, and Doug's new love interest also has bug eyes. But she's skinny and has self made money, so she's much better than Bug Eyes. Maybe Doug has a thing for that. Who knows.

Ok, back to the paper. Wish me luck. In the comments. To prove you love me!

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7:14 PM | |

Wednesday, September 26, 2007 

New Fears

So can we talk about the new fear I have? I sit in class most days thinking, "This is how I'm going to die." I have serious anxiety after the VA Tech shootings that some crazy is going to come in and shoot up my classes. And it's scary. Sometimes when I'm not paying attention, I try to think of the best escape route. Unfortunately I sit near the door in one of my classes, so I've pretty much decided that I'm a goner. Then yesterday I was in class and I thought about my best chances of climbing out the window. Problem is, the ceilings are like 15 feet high and the windows are really high up too. So I'm pretty much a goner in that class as well. Maybe I should just start paying attention and quit daydreaming.

Now my next fear deserves a disclaimer. I know at least one of my readers is preggers, so I don't want to scare them. But I have known that I wasn't meant to 'birth no babies.' And now I know that there is a condition to go along with it. It's called tokophobia. I read about it on my new girly obsession, Jezebel, and I went on to read the article here. Although I've never had any physical abuse, I think this basically explains how I feel about childbirth. It really does scare the living shit out of me. I talked to Baloo about it last night and he was pretty cool about it. He had some questions for me and I think he was interested in at least looking into it. But I think it's nice that there's actually cases of this happening. Which makes hypochondriac Kiki feel so much better.

So, what are your fears?

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3:13 PM | |

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  • I'm young, single, got a great ass, a serial dater, a sometimes drunk, addicted to the gym, liable to make fat girls cry, have a mild ED, think Notre Dame is the greatest college and Texas is the greatest state. Currently at a standstill since moving from Detroit Area, Michigan (tons of yuppies) to Mason, MI (noted KKK presence). Come be a part of my random, shocking, and exciting world.
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