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My eatyourkimchi hat came today!

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Finally! A beautiful day at the coast. AND it's on my day off too. So lucky to live here.

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MotherFatherGentleman!!!!

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Heck yes new shoes!

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Slightly Intoxicated

So right off the bat I have to apologize for this post, as it might be riddled with more than a few mistakes.

I may or may not be a tad bit intoxicated right this moment.

Hint: I am.

There isn't really even a point to this post. It's just really a culmination of boredom, PMS and too much Arbor Mist.

Pink wine. Everyone loves pink wine.

And accompanying the pink stuff is a bowl of strawberries ('cause I'm classy like that) and some stale chocolate truffles. And a pint of Ben and Jerry's. Half Baked, duh.

So why the mini party? Well, as mentioned above, PMS time is here. The time of the month where my uterus is all "PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEEE."

Fuckin' bitch. I don't give her a baby and she's all, "Pft, you suck. Payback time. Feel my crampy wrath, slut."

Oh gawd, I feel like a stereotypical chick. All chocolate this and whine about that.

Speaking of whine, time for another glass. That's right, to the brim... lovely.

I only have one wine glass. I washed it out for tonight. Otherwise I'd be drinking out of a coffee mug. Came this close, too.

Anyway, I hope everyone else is having a good night. Or morning. Or afternoon, wherever the fuck you are.

I'm gonna enjoy this buzz. Don't judge. Go find your own.

Edit: Crap, I forgot to mention. Today at the grocery store I walked in the bathroom to find a mother trying to control her teenage daughter who had clearly just had some dental work done and was riding high from the gas. The mom was stressed out to the max but the girl sure was having fun pumping the soap out on to the counter. I need to get on her level.

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Bunny Killer Extraordinaire

So in one of my last posts I detailed how I was nervously trying to get through a potential fourth date with Nick, a sweet guy I met a couple weeks ago.

So that happened.

But not without me first going to the bar with my friends and coworkers to have a pre-date adult beverage the night of. I needed some liquid courage. 

I ended up being about fifteen minutes late. I told Nick it was because work had run long, but in truth it was because I had to have my fingers pried one by one from the bar by my friend Amanda who was insisting that I needed to "get over this whole commitment issue".  

Anyway, Nick was very gracious and sweet about it and we began to gather the necessary tools for a bonfire from the back of his car. Suddenly he pointed out into the darkness. 

"Look! Rabbits."

Sure enough, hopping along the grass barrier that ran throughout the parking lot were two cute little bunnies.

I have no idea how he saw them but oddly enough, they soothed my nerves a little bit.

So, armed with firewood, marshmallows, and a slowly receding sense of doubt on my end, we ventured out onto the beach.

Well, it certainly was interesting.

He couldn't get the fire lit. And I was no help. I just stood there and held the light so he could see himself not lighting a fire.

I felt really bad actually, because he was trying so hard. I just wanted to be like "dude, seriously, I'm not worth all this stress."

Forty-five minutes and one minor burn later, we found ourselves shivering in the darkness, wrapped in some thin blankets I found in the back of my car.

It was kind of nice though.

As each minute passed I grew a bit more relaxed, but it was only because of one thing.

I realized that Nick just wasn't the one for me. And for once, it wasn't because of my bizarre intimacy issues or fear of commitment.

He and I just weren't connecting in the way I looked for. The entire time we chatted and joked, and even when things got a little more... heated, in the back of my mind I was wishing I was back at the bar with my friends and coworkers.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but when you're with someone, shouldn't you be focused on them? Not wondering if you'll be home in time to watch one episode of 30 Rock before you have to go to bed.

Anyway, the date ended on a nice, positive note and as I drove home I felt oddly proud of myself.

I had made it through the third date curse. And sure, Nick and I weren't meant to be, but at least we both got to have some fun.

So, in a good mood, I cranked my music and zoomed along the highway happily, more relaxed then I had been all evening...

When BAM!

A wild bunny rabbit appears! It uses hop and dodge.

It's totally not super effective.

Especially against my car.

Yeah... I've never hit an animal before in my life. It was definitely a bit of a shock.

Interesting way to end the night though. Definitely gave things a sense of finality.

Sorry little guy.

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Wow, this is gorgeous. It reminds me of the art Clive Barker has in his Abarat book series.

Ruben Pang, The Storm

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Dating. Also, Hell On Earth.

So I've fallen off the jogging bandwagon a bit, but I did go cross country skiing. I'm citing necessary recovery time from that trip.

Either way, I'm starting back up tomorrow again. I even got a nice little rain coat thingy so my excuse of "oh, but it's so rainy out" can't fly anymore.

I live on the Oregon coast. When is it not raining?

Anyway, besides the whole jogging crap I've suddenly landed into the cesspool that is the dating scene. I've been single for... well, forever, it seems.

I dated a bit in college, but every time I got to the third date I instantly hit the brakes and got the hell out of there before he knew what the hell happened. It wasn't as if I didn't like the guy or if he did something jerky- I just am a huge commitment-phobe.

And this was only the third date.

So after years of purposefully avoiding any kind of dating scene, I decided to put myself out there a couple weeks ago and what do you know, I land a date with a sweet guy named Nick.

First date was fun. Second date was great. Third date - HOLY MOTHER OF GOD WHAT AM I DOING HERE? GET OUT, GET OUT! ABANDON THIS MOTHERFUCKER BEFORE YOU'RE SUCKED DOWN INTO THE ABYYYYYYYYYSSSSS....

A tad bit dramatic, but you get the idea.

I have no clue why I'm like this. Nick did nothing wrong. He was a sweetheart, interesting to talk to, had my same lame sense of humor, but still I made up an excuse about being sick and how I needed to go home and take a nap before work.

In reality I just sat on my couch and watch 30 Rock reruns. Nice and safe.

And while I was watching Tina Fey, I suddenly realized I related a bit too much to the Liz Lemon character she portrayed.

I just want to potato it up with someone on my couch and watch random crap on television and not have to worry about anyone trying any funny stuff.

Is that too much to ask for?

Apparently it is, because Nick still wants to hang out. Bonfire on the beach.

All night at work I was trying to come up with a way to say no. To just shut it down and turn tail. I came up with excuses to tell him, ways to just cut ties and never have to speak to him again.

But I must have had a seizure because I texted him back with a "Yeah! That sounds great!"

We are now going to roast marshmallows.

OMG what have I done?

What would Liz Lemon do?

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HAPPY HOUR WITH THE FAM!

j

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Tommy!

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Yummy...

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Tried water marbling my nails for the first time… It took a couple tries but I finally got a couple right!

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Not too bad of a view…

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Finally skiing!!!!

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There are so many of us! Finally getting a chance for everyone to hang out together!

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Nighttime in Leavenworth.