Don't ask, it's art. 

It was a rockstar moment. 'Nuff said. 

Ow.

My shoulder is starting to bug me. I started to notice an achy twinge under my right shoulder blade just about the time I started playing pool on a more regular basis. It feels....crunchy...like cartilage is missing or really thin and grindy. Not good. Somebody hug me, but be gentle.

Yay, I Won!

I'm liking this pool league thing. I'm really not a competitive person, so I'm kinda surprised. I'm also surprised when I win. So far, almost everyone has been really nice that we've played against, except the girl I played last night who didn't seem too thrilled with me when I tried to be jokey and friendly. Ah well. I'm just in it to have fun and the last two weeks I have, so it's all good. We're playing at home again next week, which I like because I'm comfortable there but is kinda bad because it's really easy to get distracted after 9 when the regular crowd shows up and the karaoke starts. As usual, I ended up keeping score (it's been this way since 8th grade...get the nerdy kid to be the scorekeeper) and by 10 last night, I was having a hard time focusing on the task at hand and not getting sucked into the goth-themed birthday festivities for Kris.

A little pool, a little black makeup, a few drinks and my night is golden.

Just Hangin' Around

I'm staying in again tonight and probably watching a movie. I'd like company, but I'm not holding my breath.

Piscean Dreams

I was in a big swimming pool, floating on my back for a few minutes and then treading water near the edge at one end. At the other end, he was sitting on the edge with his feet in the water but when I motioned for him to come in, he just shook his head and tapped his ear. So I started swimming across the pool to say...I'm not sure what...but the pool kept getting bigger and the longer I swam, the further away he was. I realized I was dreaming and turned to backstroke away from him. When my hand touched the wall behind me, he was sitting on the edge next to me. But in the time it had taken me to swim back to the wall, he'd become a little boy, about 7 or 8, and he was crying. He told me he'd wanted to play in the pool with the other kids but wasn't allowed to get his ears wet (tubes in his ears?) so he'd been squirting a hose in the air at his friends. They'd gotten mad and pushed him in, but he couldn't swim and almost drowned. He said he was crying because he was worried he'd be in trouble with his parents. I told him it would be ok and that I'd talk to them for him if he wanted and just as I was getting out of the pool, I woke up.

If You Only Knew What I Wanted To Do...

It's the kind of day I love - overcast, rainy, grey - and it's payday. You should take me on a date tonight and kiss me like you mean it. That would make this day better than expected.

Karaoke Girl Joins Pool Team, Regulars Shocked

"You're joining a pool team?" Apparently I am. I had fun last night, won my first match (go me!) and learned how to keep score. I was actually nervous when I started out but relaxed a bit by the middle and felt comfortable by the end. Good stuff.

Heading down to the Ash Street Saloon tonight to catch the Famous Mysterious Actor Late Night Talk Show (comedy thing). Some friends are going to be the guests, so that should be fun. Come say hi, if you're feeling so inclined...

Boredom And My Fat Ass

I get one hour for lunch everyday. For about 1/2 of that time, I'm bored out of my mind. I don't really need a whole hour to eat, if I eat, and I'm constantly lamenting the supposed lack time I have to exercise. Well, it was decided today that the 1/2 hour I can't seem to fill with anything productive will from now on be filled by time with my co-workers in the gym. September is right around the corner and I wanted to lose about 20 lbs before my trip anyway. I just came back from the first day over there and I'd forgotten how much I like walking and how good I feel when I'm done. Good and sweaty. Guh.

The Thing About Mondays Is...

I always feel like my weekend wasn't long enough. No matter how long it actually was...two days, four days... I'm not as productive on the weekends as I think I somehow should be, so that's problem number one. Problem number two is that I wish I were independently wealthy so I wouldn't have to get up Monday morning and go to work. I don't see that happening in my near future. Problem number three is that 90% of the time, I have a great time on my days off and just an ok time on the days I have to work... Don't get me wrong, I like my job well enough. I'm just not passionate about it. I get up, I go to work, I do my job, I go home and I don't really think about it again until the next day. It keeps me from living in a box down by the river and occasionally I have a really great day. The rest of the days just blur together (thank you, corporate life).

...I know why I'm discontent....and it's not work. Friday night, I met a really nice guy and, because I'm a dumbass, I didn't trade numbers or anything with him. I rarely meet really nice guys. I'm gonna have to put a "kick me" sign on my own back today.

And The Results Are In...

So the science experiment started yesterday and ends tonight. After three pieces of pizza, two bites of ice cream, three beers, a shot of tequila and two old fashioned doughnuts from Voodoo, I came home last night and passed out. I got up today and had two pieces of cold pizza and now I need a nap to prepare myself for beers later with Guy at the Bagdad. That's a lot of crap and I'm glad the experiment if almost over. I don't recommend trying this at home. Tomorrow, it's nothing but water, salad and fruit for this girl.

I Win!!!

Been to Chris Magazine lately? If you have then you know that I won The Mentor! What does that mean? Well, it means that I'm obviously in need of professional help. But we already knew that.

In Case You Haven't Already Noticed...

Blogger upgraded. Good stuff. I like everything they've changed and I like everything they've added. I've been a supporter of the photo id section since day one (I want to see who's writing what I like to read) so kudos to Blogger for that. I expect to have people stop me on the street any day now and say, "Hey, you're that girl from Bursting With Fruit Flavor! Can I have your autograph?" to which I'll respond, "Why, yes...yes I am. My autograph? Well, sure." That will be a happy day. Yes indeed. Any day now. Yep.

Sean Who?

So last night I walked out my front door and there were tons of people standing around the intersection of 37th and Hawthorne. Dennis Kucinich supporters were waving their signs and reminding people to vote and the next thing I knew, Sean Penn came walking down the street with Dennis Kucinich. Yeah, that's right. Sean Penn. Madonna's ex. Robin Wright's husband. Academy award winning actor. The dude from Fast Times At Ridgemont High. Hell yeah. I immediately called my roommate and she of course responded to my, "Hey, guess who I'm looking at across the street....Sean Penn!" with "Shut up. Are you kidding? I'm coming down right now." For about 10 minutes, we stood on our "front porch" and watched Sean Penn shake hands and sign stuff. Yeah, I love where I live.

How Much Crap Can One Girl Eat?

We here at Bursting With Fruit Flavor have decided to find out. At some point this week, large quantities of ice cream, pizza and beer (ooo, and maybe a cheesy gordita crunch!) will be consumed in the name of science. We expect the results to be sickening, but we're willing to puke our guts out for you, dear reader. The people want to know and we're gonna find out just how much crap one girl can eat. The results will be posted as soon as we recover from the bingeing.

If I Had A Million Dollars...

Hell yeah, I'd get Da Vinci veneers on my teeth! You know how much those suckers cost? $700-$1200! Per tooth!! Those ladies on The Swan who are bitching about having to wear a stupid chin strap for a few weeks are a bunch of whiners. Free surgery, free dental work, free therapy and free living for three months....what the hell do you have to bitch about? A little post-op pain? Suck it up, ladies...the pain killers are free too. So unless you live in some country where the treatments you've gotten are free to everyone, you should be kissing Nely Galan's(the Swan coach and exec producer of the show) perfectly toned ass and make the most of every single free minute you have in LA. All the personal attention you've had for the last three months won't be there back at home in the real world.

I Do Not Feel Pretty....Therefore I will Shop.

Go ahead, tell me I have a problem. One's self image should not be improved by the purchase of superficialities. But, dammit, I know I'll feel better if I go across the street to Naked City and get a t-shirt or two! Logic and emotion clash once again.

I was tired as hell last night for no good reason (other than maybe spending the day out on the water riding on the jet boat with my co-workers...fun, fun, fun!) and I couldn't seem to snap out of it. I got plenty of sleep last night, so I'm good to go today. The carnival rides and booths are still set up down on the waterfront for the 5 day long Cinco De Mayo festivities so it'll probably be busy downtown, but I'm feeling the urge to wander around Saturday Market so we'll see if I can work up the energy to brave the crowds.

Bored? In need of entertainment? Hungry? Let's do lunch.

I Never Claimed To Be Cool....

The supply order I placed two days ago came in today and that means new Sharpies for me. Woo hoo! As a child, I never imagined that I'd one day get excited over office supply deliveries. In a weird way, it's like Christmas or my birthday.... even though I know what's coming, opening the boxes and seeing all the new stuff just makes me happy. Dry erase markers, Sharpies, ink refills, correction tape, paper clips, post-its...it almost brings a tear to my eye. At first, I hid my joy, thinking people would give me more cocked-eyebrow looks than they already do, but I've learned that I'm not alone in my excitement over tools of the administrative trade and now I squeal like a school girl at a Justin Timberlake concert when the Boise truck rolls up to the office. Maybe that's why I'm such a supply Nazi....when the order comes, it's a treat. If we got stuff all the time, it wouldn't seem as special.

I really need get out more.

Rock The Casbah...

It's the 5th, which means hellaciousness here in the office as today is the last day to get rent in before it's considered late and the fees are slapped onto people's accounts. I've been swamped all day and I'm incredibly happy to be on my lunch break. Someone once said that I hate people and I'm afraid today that's 100% true. However, by 10pm tonight, I'm guessing I'll be feeling nothing but love. Conveniently, it's both Wednesday (fun night for regulars at the bar) and Cinco De Mayo (fun night for everyone).

...I have a sinking feeling that I'm gonna hurt tomorrow...

The Lure Of The Show

So, I want to go see From Autumn To Ashes and Atreyu tonight at The Roseland but I'm not sure if that's going to happen. If I don't hear from Eric before 6pm, I'm just going to go home and watch The Swan (which I wouldn't complain about).

I think this post needs more links to stuff.

Have A Nice Trip, See You Next Fall...

After having fun hanging out with Taryn for a bit, then cruising around by myself, shopping, getting a pedicure and picking up Chinese food for dinner (lunch?), I was having a great Saturday. I got home and took a shower, put on a new skirt and t-shirt and the shoes I bought when I was down in Eugene last weekend. I did a final mirror check before I walked out: Cute top? Check. Cute skirt? Check. Hair and makeup done? Check. Cute shoes? ....This final check would prove to be my downfall in a few minutes.(pun intended)

I walked out the front door, looked down the hall to see my nextdoor neighbor doing the same and we exchanged the usual small talk. He was about 8-10 feet in front of me on the way down the stairs and offered to get the door for me. I had another five stairs to go and I'm not sure what happened but my feet got all twisted and the new heels weren't helping and the next thing I knew, I was face down in the foyer. Guh. The neighbor turned around and asked if I'm ok, to which I responded with a mix of embarrassment and pain, "I knew this was gonna happen at some point...I hate stairs!" I got up and looked down at my legs. Not pretty. Knees scraped, shins dented in and threatening to start bleeding, and ankles already bruising and scraped. Aw man! Way to be graceful in heels and a skirt. I, of course, went back upstairs (slowly and painfully), took off the evil shoes of evil, got a bag of ice from the freezer and iced up the damage.

For a few minutes, I pondered the possibility that this was a sign not to go out. I'd been out every night since Tuesday, I was tired and hurt and the fall had me feeling like the klutzy 10 year old girl I once was who fell all the time and had scraped knees on a regular basis. Then I looked down at my freshly polished toes and realized it was just a sign not to cover them up with the stupid shoes I'd been wearing. So I put on flip-flops and went out. By the end of the night, my legs didn't hurt one bit. So, the moral of the story is: you don't have to be drunk to fall down, but drinking sure helps after you do.