What the hell is going on with the mass spam?

I think I’ve deleted around 150 spam comments in the past two days and I swear I’m about to knock some damn heads.

I’m working on adding some plugins to make it stop, but shit if it isn’t annoying as hell.

Mom: Morning honey.
Me: Erm.. whassat now?
Mom: I just wanted to call and let you know we’re in New York. The flight was awful and your father is being strip searched—again.
Me: Uh huh.. hmm. Um, OK good, good.
Mom: Are you still in bed?
Me: Kinda sorta.
Mom: Don’t you have to go to work?
Me: In about two hours, yes, yes I do. How was the trip?
Mom: It was unreal! And blah blah blah…

I basically zoned out at that point, because my mother said “unreal.” Dear god, lol.

So they made it back alive and they had a fantastic time. 🙂

I pulled a muscle in my thigh and holy shit it hurts like a son of a bitch. Walking, moving, sitting.. it’s just excruciating.

I don’t remember how I did it, either. ::cough:: There’s a chance that last night when I was completely and utterly smashed with my friend E, I might’ve stumbled off the curb… yeah. Don’t ask. The insider had a very shitty day and capped it off with five vodkas. Brilliant, I know.

I was told earlier today that I should update the blog because someone was bored, lol. Unfortunately, life right now is rather lacking in the entertainment department. Aside from getting smashed, all I do is work, look for a new job and look for a new apartment… it’s not exactly stellar blog material.

Anybody got anything better going on? Do share.

It’s been raining in this part of the country for the past five days or so… and it’s not supposed to let up until Friday. It really brings back the memories of living in WA, where it rained all the damn day. Except that it’s been sunny there for about a week—and hot, according to my sister. Changing weather patterns really irritate me.

Anyway, I realized this morning that logically, I’m actually going to have to move. And I’m sad, quite simply because I have a fantastic landlord. All I have to do is exist and pay rent and everything else gets taken care of—they even feed me occasionally. They shovel, they decorate, they handled everything when I was sick… and now I’m going to have to leave.

This all hit me this morning because I locked myself out of my house. 😀

As I firmly pulled the door shut, the lack of keys jingling in my hand made me frown. And then curse. And then sigh.

So I traipsed up the back stairs and knocked on the door of the third floor—my landlord’s brother lives there. He answered the door in a towel (let’s not talk about seeing a man in his 60s in a towel—I closed my eyes) and said he’d toss on some clothes and go and get the spare from his sister’s apartment on the bottom floor.

Five minutes later I’m back in my apartment.

It’s sad to know that there’s a really good chance it won’t be that easy when I lock myself out if I move.

And yeah, I do that about once a year, give or take.

I’m going to need one of those fake rocks…

If you’re thinking about moving somewhere, and you know a blogger from there, email them.

They are a TREASURE TROVE of information.

Thanks Moo!

I’ve now Skyped with my parents several times while they’ve been in Israel, and it’s been entertaining every time.

I mean, aside from the fact that my parents are only semi-Internet literate, there’s also the fact that my dad is using his brand new PDA to Skype while he’s there (this is the one my sister and I showed him how to use in NYC) and neither of my parents have truly grasped the time difference (i.e., I get phone calls around 1AM asking me why I’m not online… :P).

They are loving their trip and the food—although my mom is now sick of buffets (which have, according to my dad, over 30 dishes) and hummus and would really love some guacamole or Thai food. They’ll be home on Thursday and my sister and I are quite pleased that they’ve survived.

On the other hand, I have to bloody move. I know, I know, I’ve complained about this before… cry me a river and all that shit. Anyway, so I’ve been using Rent.com and Craigslist to look at apartments/condos etc. in this city I’m thinking of moving to—and mother of god, there are 1000 places to rent there and I can’t seem to narrow it down to a rational number. By price? Still 1000. By covered parking (the insider does not remove snow)? Still 900. By cats allowed, w/d in unit, walk-in closets? Still 300.

I’m planning to go to said city for four days, the last weekend in May. Four days is not enough time to look at 300 bloody places to live. Especially considering a) I have no idea what’s a good/bad part of town, b) I have no idea what the traffic is like, c) I’m really going to miss the ocean (I know, it doesn’t fit here—shut it) and d) wherever I live needs to be less than one mile from a liquor store, a sushi place, a Thai restaurant, a coffee shop and a cute bar. Oddly enough, Rent.com does not use those parameters when one is searching for an apartment.

Dumb, if you ask me.

Dumb week.

Job hunting, planning interviews, trying to figure out if I have to move… all things that stress me out. 🙁

Spent the day at the main office.. mmm, my favorite thing to do.

Argh.

(Now you see why I haven’t been posting… grouchy insider is no fun at all.)

I just put a month’s notice in to my boss.

I. feel. very. very. ill. right. now.

The worst part about job hunting? Cover letters. I loathe them… they make me want to pull out my hair and scream bloody murder.

“Hi, my name is so and so and I think I’ll be a fantastic addition to your company. Let me tell you why I’m so wonderful…”

Sigh. I hate that. I feel like a phony. Just give me a job and I swear you won’t regret it. Grr.

Side note: When you’re having a piss-poor day, don’t watch Brokeback Mountain, Tristan and Isolde or The Weatherman.. even if that’s all that came from Netflix. It will not make your day better. It will, in fact, make your day ten times worse.

One of my good friends has terrible taste in men—terrible. They always end up being jackasses who either cheat on her or try to use her for her money. We finally thought she had found a winner.. the wedding was being thought about, the ring was eyeballed and then he hooked up with someone else. She’s a magnet for jerks.

Then, recently, she and a good guy friend of hers decided that they wanted to start something. They’ve known each other for several years, have dated each other’s friends, have spent long nights on the phone… and now they’re spending long nights in bed.

She graduates college in a couple of weeks and last night they had their commencement ball and I did her makeup and that of some of her friends. It was highly entertaining as her adorable male roommate bought a bottle of Grey Goose just for me and fed me shots all night, and two of her other guy friends who were going together helped me fix hair and dresses—I love the gay men. 😉

As I was doing their makeup and flirting with all the guys—mainly the gay ones, because they had the best comebacks—her date hit on me. The guys were nervous and having problems with their tuxes and I was bored and half-tipsy and it’s so much fun making rugrats blush bright red. It didn’t even occur to me that he thought I was being serious—everyone else knows I’m nuts!

Asshat. He slipped me his number. Guys are jerks.

In better news, I’m hitting up a colleague for a job today. Ugh. Wish me luck.