Dec/071
happy freaking new year.
I actually drafted a really nice end of the year post with pictures but the formatting won't stick and I need to get my ass to the party. So, goodbye 2007! You were good to me, in your own special (aka: totally messed up) way. I will be spending my evening with my friends: with dance music, dogs, snarkiness and lots of good food.
See you on the other side, fools!xoxo
Dec/073
When all else fails…
Do a Myspace post! Here we go, people:
01. what's worse: liars or cheaters?
Oh man. I'm not going touch this one with a ten foot pole. Although I will say this: if you think you'll never do either, you are wrong.
02. is it easier to forgive or forget?
Forgiving is easy. I'm an intuitive person, I can understand WHY people do most things, even if they are fucked up. But forget? NEVER.
03. can girls and guys be just friends?
If one of those people is ugly or thinks the other person is ugly then... yes. If that is not the case, then I believe in the "friend zone" and that there is a window in which something MIGHT happen, but once you cross a certain line, you either go one way.. or you go the other.
04. how do you feel about dating co-workers?
My workplaces to this point have been 95% middle aged women, 4% hella gay dudes, and 1% creepy old men who stare at my chest in really obvious ways. So, I would love to have a workplace where this was possible.
Dec/072
New York, I love you, but you're bringing me down.
The world doesn't want me to go to the East Coast.I have tried, twice now in two months, to make a sojourn to the Tri-State Area and both times, have been stopped by forces in my life and now, by forces in other's lives.
The world is saying to me: Stay in California. Say "hella". Put avocado and sprouts on everything. Toast your bagels. It's a freeway, not a highway. A hooded sweatshirt and a light pea coat is perfectly acceptable outerwear in December. Pizza should have as many toppings as possible. Don't walk too fast, don't talk too fast or too loud. Say "hella" another 10 times in 5 minutes - feels good, doesn't it?
And you know what? It does. I am yours now, California. To do whatever you want to do. Like most things worth having, I'll lose you when I'm good and ready.
Dec/071
In nerdy news…
All the nerds were freaking out about T-Mobile possibly blocking Twitter and there were a ton of conflicting reports , butaccording to the official Twitter Blog, it looks like it's a technical issue and not T-Mobile actually blocking the site. Everyone was up in arms about it, since let's face it, most of our texts come from the ubiquitious 40-404. Apparently, al lis well again. I'll be reporting from the field (aka Frisco Disco) and we'll see if I can actually send texts.
Most exciting news ever is that Flickr is now providing stats for pro users. This is awesome and makes my pro account (which I already love) even more valuable. I had no idea Flickr pictures showed up on Google! My most popular picture remains a picture of me in a black dress and a cast from 2003 where I broke my foot (injury number 1). I have been unable to find it linked anywhere, but I'm assuming it's just pervs doing tag searches for "casts (Much like my love of going on tag searches for "party") and "springbreak").
Here, you tell me how this picture makes you feel: 
Dec/071
Perverts love casts.
Most exciting news ever is that Flickr is now providing stats for pro users. This is awesome and makes my pro account (which I already love) even more valuable. I had no idea Flickr pictures showed up on Google! My most popular picture remains a picture of me in a black dress and a cast from 2003 where I broke my foot (injury number 1). I have been unable to find it linked anywhere, but I'm assuming it's just pervs doing tag searches for "casts (Much like my love of going on tag searches for "party") and "springbreak").
Here, you tell me how this picture makes you feel:
Dec/070
The REAL mariamargarita
I was looking up my preferred username for most of my social networking sites, which is mariamargarita, which is my actual middle name. Legend has it that my mom was going to name me Margarita Maria and then someone (I am grateful to this anonymous busybody) that that was a terrible idea and to switch that around. Since "maria" is almost always taken, I settle for my name and middle name. And lucky for me, almost all instances of "mariamargarita" do lead back to me.<P> However, much to my dismay, there are others.
Obviously, they must be destroyed.One of them asked for some Honest Advice on some relationship troubles. Obviously that is NOT me because my reaction to that situation would have been to write a negative Yelp review of his place of business. That'll show him. The other mariamargarita is this lovely lady,who looks great for being 101 years old (I believe everything i read on myspace).
I went to buy my own domain name, but did you know it's worth 588.00 to buy the URL? Well, it is. It's nice to know I have financial value, even when that value does not even equal my monthly rent payment.
Dec/075
Ode to 2007
With two weeks left to achieve my new years resolution of becoming Nicole Richie proportions and paying off my student loan debt, I take a break between pi-yo (that is a mixture of pilates & yoga) sessions with my trainer, Fernando and hustling on the corner of Geary & Polk to reflect on the past year.
If I were to give it a name, I would call it 2007: the Year of Making Bad Decisions that are actually good decisions but you won't know that yet and oh yeah, they were still kind of bad choices, brainiac. This is in sharp contrast to 2006, which could have been called: This Was A Good Year Until You Done Fucked It Up Real Good. But you know, that is neither here nor there. 2006: it's so over.
So, 2007, what to say to you? What did you bring me? The first few months we spent together were rough. You dared me to see what I would do with the remnants of the grief of losing my first true, real relationship and closest friend. But I took it like a man, 2007 and in the end, realized that in life, one must ask for what they want and if you want it done well, you do it yourself.
I wanted to move out of my over priced room share, so I did. I wanted to do karaoke as often as humanly possible, I did that too. I wanted to go wine tasting and eat at Thomas Keller's Ad Hoc restaurant, so I figured out a way. I wanted a real life with real friends and to go out every single night of the week, so I did that. I wanted to go to Vegas for years and none of my boyfriends ever got it together enough to go, so when a reason presented itself, I blew a ton of money and went. You gifted me with the balls I'd been searching for for years - to cut myself off from the direction-less umbilical cord that was my day job and get the hell out of there before I woke up and turned into one of those lifeless health care drones in printed plaid pants who's entire day revolves around free drug lunches.
I am harder, better, faster, stronger. I'm every woman. Since you been gone, I can breathe for the first time. I'm so moving on (yeah yeah). I'm stronger than yesterday, now it's nothing but my way. And you can insert whatever cheesy lyric you want into this section.
The point is: 2007, I will miss you. Thankfully, every single minute of it has been documented on some web site, so our times will never be far away from me. I will look back on it and think of how I started our relationship a hot, hot mess who could not stop crying in public places and ended it just a hot mess with better hair who could not stop reciting the lyrics to "Real Talk" (which was by far, the greatest gift you gave me this year). Thanks again.
Dec/070
Maintenance and stuff
I will be changing how the site looks quite a bit as I learn how to navigate Wordpress and all of its features so if you come on and see something weird/broken link/etc please leave me a comment and let me know. While I am missing the easiness of Blogspot, it was defenitely time to move on to a WP platform, especially in my ongoing attempts to go pro at this whole Internet business.
If you are smart, you will be subscribing to my feed in your preferred RSS reader (mine is Google Reader) or in Firefox live bookmarks. If you don't feel like learning RSS (even though, you really should especially if you read lots of blogs), you can now receive my blog updates via email, via Feedblitz. I think this is really cool, especially since I know a few of my readers love to use their Iphones & Sidekicks and now you won't even have to use your slow EDGE connection, it'll just come straight to you! They even supposedly will send you updates via Twitter, although I am currently testing this out on my own account to see how this feature actually works. I will report back.
I know I took a little break from blogging in the past month or two as I figured out what I was going to do as I left the life of a healthcare cubicle slave. I am happy to report that I am back on track and my Wordpress queue is full of drafts, so expect lots of stuff here in the future!
PS - Fellow bloggers may notice that my blogroll is missing - this wasn't intentional. I will bring it back , I promise!
Dec/073
OkCupid
In my never ending search for love, I sometimes get tired of making eyes at dudes that turn out to be gay (a consequence of hanging out at gay bars almost exclusively) or of posting on Craigslist and having the same 10 guys write to me over and over again. Eharmony was not for me, even while taking the test "ironically" I got bored of it and besides, I wouldn't really want to be matched up with anyone who would willingly take the eharmony test. Match.com? Let's not even go there. Not my style, not my jam. Dr. Phil is their spokesperson, for crying out loud. He doesn't know me and he doesn't know my soulmate.
So where is a black hooded sweatshirt, thick framed glasses, macbook sporting girl to look? I knew of some nerdy folk who had found their Ms. RightNow on OkCupid, a site I used to know as sparknotes, who saved my ass in college, especially when I decided it would be a smart idea to take a class called Tolstoy & Dostoevsky in the sun-less Ohio winter along an Intro to Neuroscience class (I was a particularly masochistic girl that year). Anyway, OkCupid is a dating site run by math geeks who pair you up with people based on your answers to a bunch of questions that are supposed to reveal fundamental things about your character like if you believe gay marriage is wrong (of course) and if you would ever eat a baby (medium rare, with fries please). Instead, it is basically something to do while I watch reality tv and ponder why my life has gone so horrifically wrong.
My favorite part of the site is the Quick Match, where it shows you random pictures of guys and you make a snap judgement on whether or not you are interested. If the other person also says they are interested in you when they see you in quickmatch, you get an e-mail saying you are both matched. As usual, everyone who is interested in me lives far away. So, I usually respond with : "Hey, we are soulmates. Too bad you live hella far away. Why don't you move here? (Whatever horifically depressing shithole you live in) sucks. " and then they respond with: "Yeah, you are cute, what a bummer. Also: I didn't mention this but I totally have a girlfriend. Want to be IM friends!?".
I close the window, fire up another episode of Real Housewives of Orange County and contemplate joining a nunnery. Back to Craigslist.