One step forward, two steps back

Well, this weekend I went out on a second date with the woman from last weekend. It was nice, we went to a local winery, tasted some, then went to lunch. At the end of the date she asked for a kiss, I kissed her VERY POORLY, but so it goes. Then this weekend she sends me an email telling me she's not looking for anything serious and I have to realize that. Well, I am looking for something serious, so that's off. Can't say I'm surprised, but I'm still sad. That was the best yet, and I'm becoming dissatisfied with the internet dating, but I have no clue how to go about dating without it. Part of me just wants to give up, part of me wants to keep trying.

So, blech. Just........blech.

Karma's a bitch

I didn't know karma could act that fast.

So, the mutual friend of my play-stalker and I had her birthday Tuesday. The play-stalker comes to me and says we should give mutual friend some grief. I'm amenable to the idea. She says, how about we get everyone we know to email the mutual friend with a happy birthday message, fill her inbox. I say ok, but shouldn't we take it a little farther? How about get everyone we know to email mutual friend with a sort of mean email. Basically the type of stuff only your mother can get away with. Play-stalker likes this idea. So I bulk email my lab (of over 20 people) to have them email mutual friend. And then I email old friends from Georgia that know mutual friend. I'm not sure how many came through, but I know some did. My own email was something along the lines of "so you're what...45? 50? And still in graduate school? At least you have a husband to support you...oh wait." And then on. So it was sort of mean, but not really. All in jest, all in good fun. All for the name of a prank.

Well, karma has come back around. That very afternoon I nearly rip the fingernail off my left middle finger. We have beer fridges in lab to hold supplies, the kind with the sliding glass doors. I had my hand on a door while I slid it open. My middle finger got caught and slipped under the overlapping door. Except the fingernail didn't. The first third of it went upwards. I had a latex glove on at the time. The glove started to fill with blood. I went to check it, and I found that the nail was still up. So I folded it back down, and the glove got caught. But I am thankful I had the glove on so that I couldn't see what the underside of my nail looks like. So that hurts still. Then today I was leaning down to look at a gel and smashed my head on the metal corner or a tabletop shaker. No blood, but it hurt. And then I smashed my thumb in a bathroom stall door.

I thought karma was supposed to wait until my next life, not hit within a few days. I think I need to make out a will.

*this is the sound a fett throwing up in a toilet makes*

I have a date tonight. First date. Lord help me.

Also, this is Little 500 weekend in Bloomington. It's a bike race with an attached weekend of debauchery, as any major event in a college town would be expected to have. Not the best weekend to go out for dinner.

I plan on spending the rest of the weekend watching movies and/or weeping like a beaten puppy.

*this is the sound a bicycle pump makes*

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Top 5: An Addendum

This is a sister Top 5 to this previous Top 5.

Top 5 Frank Morey songs that make you feel good about being bad.

(this time, with lyrics!)

5. "You're My Jesus"

I've heard the words "salvation" "sin"
I know the rules and broken seven of ten
Put your hand in my hand, tell me I'm a decent man
You're my Jesus, I'm your Magdelene

4. "Standing on a Corner (A Love Song)"

I was standing on a corner with a dealer and a whore
And I was drunk as I could be
When the whore kicked the kid, she jumped to her feet
She says, "honey, what do you need?"
I pull a pint from my pocket, she gave it a pull
She says "a good Catholic whiskey keep you warmer than wool"
I said "hey, hallelujah, how how how."

3. "Made in USA"

Head bowed, body bent
Jesus love don't pay the rent
I'll pray, but I won't repent
Made in USA

2. "Let It Roll"

Well my hairs turning white, but it ain't falling out
And my teeth are turning yellow and black
Old Doc Jones says I'm gonna die of
Pancreatic cancer or a heart attack
He said "Frank confess, you've been messing with death,
This is dead, we're talking about."
I say "don't worry Doc,
I'm gonna hustle and puff my way out."
Let it roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
Take the good times when they come
Put down the whiskey, cocaine and guns
And let the good times roll

1. "Goin' Down Kickin'"

Well the Lord won't take me
And the Devil can't bake me
DT's couldn't shake me
And my heart wouldn't break me
I'm going down kickin, I'm going down kickin
I'm going down kickin, I'm going down kickin
And I'm gonna to step on everybody on my way down
I'm gonna scratch out an eyeball, leave it in the lost and the found
I'm gonna bite off an earlobe, gonna spit it to the sky
And I'm gonna rage, rage, rage against the dying of light