Not Ready To Make Nice

I just downloaded the new Dixie Chicks song from iTunes. It's called "Not Ready to Make Nice" and it all about the drama that came after Natalie, the lead singer, made disparaging remarks about Bush while performing in London. Well making disparaging remarks about Bush is commonplace these days, but evidently the backlash was insane for her comments. Personally I think it's all bullshit that anyone got so upset over her saying that she was ashamed he was from Texas. So this song talks about everything that came with her comments. I loved the Dixie Chicks before and still love 'em.

Chorus:

I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
I'm still mad as hell
and I don't have time to go round and round and round...
It's too late to make it right,
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cuz I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should...


Hells yeah Natalie. Fuck 'em.

Spring Has Arrived!

I know that now Spring is here and is here to stay. It is now that time of the year where when I sit at work towards the end of the day, having that debate I have every single day about whether I need to go to the gym or not and is there any excuse I can come up with that would allow me to skip the gym and not feel guilty about it. Well now that spring is here, that excuse has been happy hour. All it takes is one friend to email asking if drinks are in order and I begin to mentally dismiss the idea of going to the gym.

Yesterday I did just this and met up with my crew for some nice springtime drinks out on the patio of our usual watering hole, while glaring at all the hotness that worked its way down 17th Street. And in the springtime, honey, there's plenty to see. As it got dark, we headed over to a nearby bar to have another cocktail or two and there I met Dale for the first time. While Dale may have some unfortunate misconceptions about the merits of the Commonwealth of Virginia, it was enjoyable to finally meet him in person. This girl was also there as well as this lady.

I ended the evening in the back of a cab slurring my address and found myself at home, eating leftovers and passing out on the couch.

Spring is here.

The Confrontation

Sunday was Easter. I know a couple who has a brunch every year on Easter Sunday that normally I would attend. This year I was considering going and was reminded that it was VERY likely that the whore my ex boyfriend was cheating on me with before we broke up would be in attendance as well. Well that put the kabash on me going to Easter Brunch. While the prospect of getting hammered on mimosas, making a scene, throwing booze on someone and storming out cursing everyone in my way sounds delightful at first and while I would love the opportunity to rip that ugly bitch up by her gray wig, I decided that I was going to be a lady. It was the Lord's day after all. So I met up with some friends who were not attending this brunch as well as some who did who joined us later. We were having nice cocktails on the beautiful day outside of a bar on a patio right on the runway of 17th street. Lo and behold, several hours into the drinking and with my head swimming, here comes the crew from the brunch, whore in tow. I spun around in my chair to put my back to them and pretended not to see them and refused to speak as they stopped and said hello. The ugly whore stayed a bit behind everyone, probably in fear that she would get her ass beat if she got within an arm reach of Carrie. With my back turned, I commented quite loudly to a friend how ugly whores who screw around with other peoples' boyfriends are destined for ruin. I doubt the whore heard me, but I certainly felt better. Normally I would never act so bitter or upset. But I had had a few.

Really only my friends at the table knew how upset I was. Seeing this person just makes my skin crawl. It is humiliating. Everyone knowing that my boyfriend of two years slept around behind my back with that piece of trash. Feeling like somehow its a reflection of me and my character that I couldn't keep my man happy enough that he would do that. And with someone I know. I rehearsed what the moment would be like in my head a hundred times. Would I speak when I saw him? Would I be nice and kill him with kindness? Would I throw a cocktail on him? No, of course not, Carrie wouldn't waste a delicious cocktail on such trash. I might throw the empty glass at him though. But I did none of these things. I simply ignored him. And then told everyone how fucking ugly and nasty he was when he walked away. I think in a situation like this, its the best one could hope for from me.

Even after months and months, its amazing how much things can still hurt. It also hurts to know my friends will be civil to this person. I cannot ask them to be anything but civil, but to know how hurt one of your best friends was because of this person and still be able to speak sort of amazes me. Nearly all of them attended this brunch, knowing I would not go because he would be there. I'm sure they all were cordial and spoke. And maybe I should expect nothing more than that. But for me, if my best friend was hurt by someone I had no obligation to, you can bet I would not speak. And if I spoke, you can bet this person would get an earful. I just feel like true friends should be willing to be coldshoulder someone who deliberately hurt their friend. You can bet Miranda wouldn't speak to a man who had vexed any of her best gals. Only one friend amongst the group, who surprisingly is not one who I am as close to as some of the others, said he wouldn't speak to this person and is lucky he doesn't beat his ass right in the street. This is the same friend who refused to even speak to my ex. While it might not be necessary, it makes you feel better to know that someone has your back.

In any case, this only accelerated my evening of drunken insanity. I basically got hammered and wandered home around 11pm. Needless to say, yesterday was a Mental Health Day from work and I stayed home and finished my taxes. And please, no lip on waiting til the last minute to do my taxes. I know I waited too long. But they are done and Carrie will be anxiously awaiting her suprisingly large refund. I see new shoes in my future.

New Rule

New Rule: No going out on a Thursday night with coworkers and getting obliterated and showing up on Friday at 11am for work. While this rule may be similar to previously stated rule, the key here is that the drinking occured with coworkers so its a LOT harder to feign illness or a doctors appointment if they all know you were out drunk.

New Rule

New Rule: No going out at 11pm on a Tuesday until 2am. And then forgetting to set your alarm. Ugh.

Jake gay?

Okay so there are rumors that had been circulating that Jake Gyllenhaal was going to come out of the closet but those have been squashed. I'm just letting everyone know that if he ever does, I will quit my job, move to wherever he lives and make him love me.

Just a warning...

Woes of a Two Bedroom

Okay so I'm posting today to try to figure out how to handle a pesky roommate situation. When the ex and I decided to move in together, which I now realize he agreed to because he had nowhere else to go and not actually because he wanted to live with me, I gave up a one bedroom apartment in the city that I absolutely loved. It was in a great location, was an actual one bedroom and I could walk everywhere I wanted to go in the city. The ex and I moved very nearby in a quite fabulous one bedroom that topped even the one I had before. Of course anyone who's read this blog knows what happened shortly after. In any case, I was forced to quickly find a roommate and move to a less desirable, though still pretty cool part of town. I gave up the luxury of walking around my apartment naked, not that I ever did that, I always had at least my heels on. I gave up walking to the grocery store nearby or to all of my friends' places or most importantly, to the bars. Now I cab it everywhere or drive or *gasp* metro. It sucks, but isn't unbearable.

I was also forced to get a new roommate because I could not really afford another one bedroom. The one I had was a terrific deal that was snatched up as soon as I said I was not renewing my lease there. I knew I'd never get a deal like that again. @#$%ing ex boyfriend. Grrr. So anyway, I found a roommate through craigslist and we met up and got along and so decided to move in together. For the last six months or so, things have been okay. We don't interact much, he stays in his room and I stay on the couch basically if I'm home. I don't have a television in my room, but he does. We split the cost for the cable. I typically pay it because it is in my name and he writes me a check. Well the last check he wrote was for two months, which of course I lost (or it oddly disappeared from the counter where it had been sitting) and so I mentioned to him I could not find it. I also brought up the fact that when he was cleaning this weekend, he used polish on my coffee table I bought with the ex. This coffee table is my favorite thing in my apartment. I paid $600 for it (before shipping) and love it. It was the one thing I demanded I keep in the divorce, though of course I kept everything (emotional distress and all that). Well you cannot use polish or Endust or anything like that on this coffee table b/c of the finish. Well he did and now its fucked up. So I brought that up in this email where I mentioned the lost rent check.

So last night, he mentions to me that he'll write another check if I cannot find it. Then he says, oh, since I don't really use the DVR (in the living room) and don't have it on my tv in my room, can you just pay for that? Okay let me just say that while I think its perfectly normal to ask to not pay for something you're not using, his not using it is in his own deal. I have never told him he cannot and we agreed to get it when we moved in together. That and the DVR service is FIVE DOLLARS a month. So I was a bit miffed and wanted to say, okay, but take that $2.50 you're saving every month and prepare to buy me a new coffee table with it. But being the sweetheart I am, I said fine and left it alone. I split the cost for him to have TV in his room and while he may see the living room tv as "my" tv since he never really watches it, it's in public space. If that's how its going to work, I'm going to move the damn tv into my bedroom so I can watch it there. This is why I hate roommate situation. I know I am not the cleanest bitch in the world. I leave dishes in the sink, I forget to load the dishwasher or take out the trash and I leave shit lying around. But he's never anywhere in the apartment but his room. And its been like that from the very beginning. Maybe he feels that because the living room furniture is mine and I'm always in there, it's "my" space but I don't think I've ever acted that way. I don't have a tv in my room. I watch a lot of TV when at home. So naturally I'm always in the living room. He gets home before me, if he wants to watch TiVoed shows, he's more than welcome to. He tapes Oprah every day and never watches it. Well last night, his Season Passes on TiVo were quickly removed. If you're not paying, you're not watching. I hate to be petty, but it annoyed the hell out of me that you ruin my coffee table but choose to complain about a $2.50 charge you pay for DVR service and then have the audacity to not even bring up the fact I mentioned you ruined my coffee table.

I have got to get myself together so that I can move out at the end of this lease and find another ONE BEDROOM. Or better yet, finally light a fire and buy a place so I NEVER have to MOVE or deal with a ROOMMATE again!

All in all, he's a nice guy. And maybe money is tighter for him than for me, I have no idea. Maybe I'm an annoying prick who dominates the apartment and I just don't realize it. But I have a feeling that even if I was as sweet as pie, always cooked and cleaned and did the chores, he'd still stay in his room.

Sorry - had to vent. Thoughts? Am I being irrational? Maybe I've just been without a roommate for too long to remember proper roommate protocol.

The Daily Dump

Okay I added two new blogs to my blogroll. The first is Kathryn On, which I have frequented off and on and is now a regular daily read (because I mean I really did need ANOTHER blog to occupy work time) and the second is The Daily Dump. This is not a regular read. Well until I read it and thought it was hilarious. And it also helps that the kid is A-DORE-ABLE. He gets my hottie blogger of the month award. Which I just totally made up, but he's getting it anyway.

Go...read...enjoy.

I'll add the links in this posting when I do this from a PC and not a Mac which for some reason does not give me the easy way to link text to another page. And frankly, I don't know jack about html, so it'll have to wait. For now, look to your right and click away. :)

Farewell Leo

So I just watched tonight's episode of the West Wing and will admit I cried through a great deal of it. I have watched the show religiously since the first season and it is undoubtedly my favorite show ever. I've been very upset that this is going to be the final season of the show. Having dealt with out current administration, it's been nice to turn on the tv and for one hour (or several if I'm watching the reruns on Bravo) have an administration that knows that the heck its doing.

For those of you who don't follow the show, John Spencer, who plays Leo McGarry (candidate for VP for the Democrats and formerly the chief of staff for President Bartlett), died several months ago in the middle of shooting the final season. Oddly enough his character had suffered a heart attack two seasons ago and that is how John Spencer died. This episode was where they write into the storyline Leo's death. It was sad on many levels because you not only mourn the loss of the character of Leo but you watch these actors have to also say goodbye to what I am sure was a good friend in real life. It was very sad.

On a happier note, the Democratic Presidential candidate, Matt Santos, wins the election. Barely, but wins nonetheless. Sadly I'd still have taken Arnie Vinnick, the Republican candidate over our current real life President.

Now I am watching the National Geographic story on the alleged Gospel of Judas. It's fascinating to me. I've always found religion fascinating, despite the fact I am not particularly religious. My favorite films are usually ones that surround religion. Today I watched Constantine. And while not surprised that it would be lame (it does start Keanu Reeves after all), I still enjoy that particular type of movie. Stigmata, lame, but another one I like. The Prophecy, The Omen, The Exorcist, End of Days, etc. In any case, more scholarly studies on the subject like that show on tonight also interest me. It's amazing to know that there is so little we actually know about the people who lived during the time of Jesus Christ. The idea that there are so many other records of what happened during that time that we know nothing about is pretty cool.

She drunk girl

Okay so I'm drunk blogging and I need to say...it is so wrong that one can spend the entire night trying to get her some from some hot little out of towner who acts like he's all into it and then when you are dropping him off at his hotel, he makes out with you for like half an hour and then is all like, you can't come up to his room because he needs to behave and he knows what will happen if you come up. Uhhhhhhhhh...yes, I know what will happen and that is exactly the point. Tease. Muh...fucking...tease. Over it.

Hardballing

Carrie was strutting down in the Gallery Place area tonight on her way home from dinner, a bit tipsy admittedly, but feeling gorgeous with the light breeze blowing up her skirt. As she walked by the bright lights of Chinatown, she noticed a striking woman strutting in her direction. "Who is that bitch" thought Carrie. Well it was none other than local news celebrity Kathleen Matthews and her husband Chris Matthews strutting down the street, heading home from what I later found out was a speech at a synagogue nearby that was just reopened.

In any case, it's not often in DC that one sees a "celebrity" of any sort, unless it's a politician. Chris Matthews has obviously become a tv personality because of politics, but I used to watch his show religiously until he became a little too Bush friendly, so it was very cool to see him in person. And I had only recently realized that Kathleen was his wife. She's actually quite pretty in person. He is quite pasty. But thinner in person. Had I not been a bit tipsy, I might have tried to say hello. But they seemed ready to head home and bump uglies, so I let them be.

American Idolatry: Live Blogging

Update: Bye Bye Mandisa! It was a good run but honestly I have to agree with America. I do think Paris and Bucky overall should have gone home before you. But after last night, I'm not surprised. Oh and next time you want to rip on peoples' lifestyles and what not just remember, faggots watch this show and some vote. Quite often. My lifestyle might be big, but honey my phone bill is bigger.


Kenny Rogers? I'm sorry, Kenny Rogers? Tonight's episode is going to S-U-C-K. I mean are they going to sing Kenny Rogers only or other music? Okay, maybe not. Just country genre. Maybe he's just tutoring them or something. Phew.

Taylor: Love this song...this is such an I'm drunk in a bar and everyone there knows the words to this when the guy playing the guitar in the corner starts singing it song. Taylor has been growing on me the last few weeks. I think he's very talented. Again, not sure I'd buy his CD, but I think he has done well. I did not however like this rendition. I've heard better singing from drunk sluts at the bar.

Uh, what the shit does Randy Jackson have on? That vest in no way should be worn ever...much less with a shirt that it in no way matches. Two seconds in, Paula is clearly drunk. Simon has a shitty haircut. Oh and Ryan Seacrest...gay. Gay. GAY!

Mandiva: Um, what the fuck are you wearing? And why are you singing this? No, this is AWFUL. I'm shocked. I thought even she would find one song country that she could belt out but this is not good. I am not well with this.

Did Ryan just call Paula a drunk? Bout time someone brought it up. It was beginning to be the giant elephant in the room.

Elliott: Why is it he's my favorite, but I cannot tolerate looking at him. Those teeth. I love this song though and I think he did a good job. Better than the two preceding him. The only thing I didn't like was he does this weird falsetto thing where his voice quivers, which can be a good thing, but I think he does it too much. Otherwise, I think he's the bee's knees. Paula says there are so many thing she adores about him. Um, I can think of one clearly. Slut. Slur on Slurtina. Drunk slut.

Paris: Ugh, here comes that little shit. She used to be my favorite back in the audition days. Not anymore. I will say the hair is a major improvement over last week. I like her doing this much better than Beyonce. That's about all I have to say. It didn't suck, but it was not good really either. At least she didn't look like a troll tonight. Well not totally like a troll. I love that the judges tore her down. Tear her down! Simon thought it was good?!!?!?? No way. Now I'm wondering if Paula is actually drunk?

Ace: He is singing Keith Urban's "Tonight I Wanna Cry" which is seriously one of my fav songs right now. He better not fuck this up. And if he does, he will so be sticking me anyway. He is sooooooo boy bandalicious. I think he's doing okay with this song, though not sure if you can sing how challenging of a song it is. I know I sound good singing it in my shower. In any case, he's so idol fucking me right now I can't stand it. Oh and the spoon guy I've mentioned before knows Ace. I'm one step closer to having him stick me. Granted there's about 1,256,256 more steps to go. Paula just totally slurred. She's definitely drunk. Ryan just said he is officially single??? Um, isn't he dating that Essence girl from that show on that channel no one watches? I'll have to call spoon boy and find out the deal.

Kellie: Ryan just called that bitch out for being fake. And what does she do, says, no I'm not fake...just really fucking stupid. Good job Kellie. OH SHE IS NOT SINGING REBA MCENTIRE!?!? Fancy is the best song ever! EVER! I have seen Reba in concert twice and this is my fav Reba song. She better WORK THIS SHIT. Obviously they had to chop this song up since it's like six minutes long. I do think this is the best song choice for her since it's all about poor white trash slut who becomes a hooker to make money. Sounds a little approps to me. She did okay I guess. I mean I can't expect her to be Reba.

Chris: Ugh, I'm not sure what's going on here. He is just blah to me. Like, I can't even decide if I like him or hate him, so I just kinda wish he'd go away. I think he's talented, but he should have done that INXS show instead of American Idol. This is just not his element. I guess tonight was his way of going soft so that people don't think he's not mainstream. I think tomorrow I will have forgotten his performance. I'm glad that's two Keith Urban songs, but it was boring. Simon is right, it is boring. Boring. Oh and he just held up seven fingers to let us all know that his number is 7. Thanks Chris! The giant 7 below your big head wasn't obvious enough.

Katharine: Okay, I'm actually kinda digging this. It's different. And she picked a good song that shows off her voice. I hope this keeps her in another week. She is also growing on me. I'd take her over Paris, that's for sure. Yeah, I liked it. That might actually be my favorite tonight. Paula so wants to muffdive on that one!

Bucky: I forgot he was still in this. He might do well tonight though since he's a giant neck from NC. I see what Kenny was saying. I have no idea what he is singing. I do know this song so I know the words, but he isn't enunciating them very well. Though I do think he's actually singing in tune and it's not terrible. Definitely not the worst tonight. It surprises me how many country folks get on this show. Do they not know that there's a country version of this show? Nashville Star or something with Wynonna Judd as the host. I loved Carrie Underwood and was so happy that she did a country CD b/c that's what she is. So maybe country folks can do well on this show. In any case, I can't see him in the top five.

Okay so my top pick tonight: Katharine McPhee

Top 3: Elliott, Katharine and I don't know, Kellie or Ace.

Bottom 3 this week: Mandisa, Paris and Taylor (only cuz everyone else was good)

I think Katharine and/or Ace will still be in the bottom 3 which tonight is totally BS, but I just think they are struggling to stay in this. It would not surprise me at all if Katharine gets booted, though I think she was the best tonight.

Most Needed to Stick Me: Ace (I think its safe to say he'll be taking this home every week).

Commercials on the Metro????

Has anyone else noticed that as the trains are between stops below ground, commercials play on the tunnel walls that look like frames of a movie flying by. Tonight I was blessed with a Cadillac commercial. At least I think it was. It was kinda blurry and made me a little dizzy. Oh and I was kidding about the "blessed" part since I think it's incredibly fucking tacky that they are allowing people to advertise in the tunnels. The one thing I have liked is advertisements on the DC Metro system are RARE and are usually tastefully done and not glaringly TACKY like a fucking commercial projected on tunnel walls. This was the first time I've seen this so was shocked. I was not drunk either so I know I was not imagining it. Someone from Maryland must have concocted this brilliant marketing ploy. Thanks Maryland!

On another note, I was on the metro having come from a nice dinner with the same gentleman who may have been spooned in my bed on Sunday. He's only in town another week. *le sigh*

It's my birfday...

Happy Birthday to me. Well a little belated. Saturday the world celebrated the gift of Carrie Broadshoulders that was given to the world by some wise deity 20 some odd years ago. As I edge closer to the 30 year mark (otherwise known as walking death in the gay world), I thought I would bestow upon you all some wisdom I have learned (and experienced on Saturday) in regards to birthdays.

1. Don't rely on others to get you what you want. I went shopping and bought myself my own damn birthday gifts. Unless of course others are giving you booze. This is perfectly acceptable.

2. Dinner on your birthday is stupid. Skip dinner, head straight for the booze. The food only takes up precious space where liquor needs to be.

3. Fuck the birthday cake. In lieu of birthday cake, do birthday shots. And blow something, candle or otherwise, just to keep the tradition alive.

4. Liquor is the only acceptable birthday gift at my age. My friends thank God know that and had we not drank every drop that was brought to the party, I MIGHT have been able to restock my liquor cabinet at home. This however was not to pass as we did in fact go through several bottles of booze before leaving for the bars.

5. If you see your boss out while on your birthday, try to remember it, so when he asks on Monday how you felt on Sunday, you know that he's asking because you conversed with him while intoxicated on Saturday. Looking at him and saying, "Oh, did I see you Saturday?" after apparently having a 20 minute conversation with him is not good for your career. This is a lesson I unfortunately did not learn until today. It may also be wise to not slur, "It's my birthday and I want dick for my birthday" to your boss. Especially when you are not actually referring to his dick.

6. When it's your birthday, your friends are not allowed to cock block you. Any attempts to take away dick that you have determined will be in your bed when you wake up the next morning is expressly forbidden. Feel free to yell and read your friends for making any attempts to steal what is rightfully yours. Yelling, "it's my fucking birthday and if anyone is getting his dick, its me. you can have dick when it is YOUR birthday!" is not something to be ashamed of.

7. Do not ever invite coworkers to birthday functions. If you do this, everyone in your office will know how fucking nuts you and all of your friends are by the next business day.

8. Ex boyfriends should not be allowed to be present in the same bar or club (or frankly on the same planet) that you are in when celebrating your birthday. Bouncers and the gays at the door should take note of this rule and apply this whenever possible. Seeing an ex can seriously fuck up your evening.

9. Spooning with a hot man and waking up beside him on the morning after your birthday celebrations is a right.

10. Liquor is fun. And kitchen sinks make good ashtrays. Just take the dishes out first.

That is all.