Confessions, Speed Limits & Topless Chicoians...

You all know I've been a lazy little blogster as of late. Multiple excuses exist including love. But enough of that. I've got some important issues that must be discussed right here, right now. So let's begin...Today I had lunch with Hairplugs. This was a casual and friendly lunch, certainly not a romantic thing. And I realized while eating at his favorite La Comida (I wasn't impressed), there is a damn good reason I'm with Princey Pooh and not Hairplugs or some other schmuck. While Hairplugs is nice enough there is absolutely no chemistry. And he's not changed a bit despite his months of working on himself. Still vain, but who am I to talk I suppose? I do have a blog afterall. Now here is where the confession comes in...I spent an hour with him and did not find any way to check out his head to see how the hairplugs took root. So sadly I have no updates on that front. My apologies loyal readers.

Next I would like all of you to take a minute and ponder parking lot speed limits. While circling Target's poorly designed lot today I noticed the posted 5mph limit. Does anyone adhere to this limit? Is it truly necessary? And further more, can one actually be pulled over for driving say 7 mph? I would think as responsible adults we could manage in a parking lot without a posted speed limit. Also, who exactly determines the ideal speed we should be driving?

Last but not least a note to all topless Chicoians in my apartment complex. While I am completely for nudity and practice it on a regular basis I do not think that gives all of you the license to saunter around with your tops off. I don't care how hot it is today, overall it's really not a good look for most, me included. Thus I keep my nudity contained within my own home and an occasional music festival. Please do your part to keep Chico beautiful and do the same.

Frequent Flyer...

WTF...I'm going to Seattle AGAIN this weekend. I leave tomorrow night. I'm in love, crazy or a bit of both. I don't see myself saving any money anytime soon. I do plan to look into some frequent flyer programs however :)

Garlic, Yogurt, and Mint...

I'm a bit focused lately on my new "love". As a result the blog is lacking anything of substance but oh well...you don't have to read it. So just an update. I spent the past weekend in Seattle visiting Princey Pooh. He'll be finishing his move to CA very soon and I can't wait. In the meantime I have started a ridiculous task...learning Persian or Farsi. Whichever you prefer. So far I can say "I am Missy May, and you?" "How are you?" "I am good." and I can count to ten. I would have to check with blast from the past Spencer to be sure but I think this qualifies as "on fire."

Now I would like to post a warning about international dating. An open mind and strong stomach are a must. Sweet man cooks, but it's traditional and not mac n' cheese traditional. So this weekend I had zereshk polow. I guess that's chicken, rice and barberries basically. It was very tasty and I must research this further because Sweetie served this dish to me with a yogurt sauce on the side. In that yogurt was garlic and mint. Yeah, so that I think pretty much sums up what my life will be like for the next 15 years if this guy sticks around. A strange combination that ends up working but makes you screw your nose up when considering the details too closely.

And for a final rant I would like to discuss early morning Chalie horses. I got one this morning in my calf of course and the mother fucker still hurts. In fact I'm using it as my excuse not to work out and to blog instead. I would like someone to explain this painful phenomena to me please. Because I'm too lazy and too sore to research or truly care myself. Thanks.

I almost forgot...I gave two bucks to a man with a sign on Monday. Cadis you would have had a fit, but I couldn't resist. He had a great cardboard sign which read "I may be ugly but I'm still hungry". I bet he makes a killing!

Dooset daraam...

Well isn't life just a bit too unpredictable?! So my exotic internet flame came down for a visit this weekend. One month ago he was not on the agenda, he wasn't even on my radar. And now suddenly I'm bordering on smitten with a man that sometimes whispers to me in Persian, speaks wildly with his hands and that answers to a name half of my friends can't say. While there were no neti pot demonstrations, it was a very lovely weekend indeed. Never did I think I would be one to participate in very open public displays of affection but there I was on the corner of Broadway and 3rd lip-locked with a man I had technically "just met". And this morning when I left for work and found a note from him under my wipers I could have melted into the sappy romantic pile I generally run screaming from. I'm a fish out of water.

Prior to his arrival I had what I'm considering my epiphany for this year. I sabotage my relationships. Ever since Fuck wit I've chosen to fall madly "in love" with men that I know deep down aren't really right for me. But I make them out to be perfect and trust them right from the beginning...examples - Jason (who has not been mentioned but was basically the Jolly Green Giant from hell for those that don't know), Houdini, and most recently McSteamy. I think this has been my way of avoiding what I went through with Fuck wit and coming to a point where it's no longer about me but about an us. I haven't wanted to give up any control over my life and therefor have fallen for men with an underlying escape route. They leave and I can complain to the world because I did everything right, I opened up, I gave them space...blah blah blah. Then I meet a nice guy and spend countless hours looking for his flaws. Which is what I did with my Persian Prince up until this weekend. So I've decided to get the hell out of my own way and stop looking for a reason not to trust this one. On paper it seems crazy, but when I'm with him I'm comfortable. I'm at home. I don't have the feelings of "Oooh he should be the one because well I really like him". There's no molding or hoping...he just is.

So enough gooshiness. I would now like to acknowledge my first official follower, Kara. That means the rest of you slackers should put an end to your anonymous viewing and get a fucking account already :) I love you though just the same. Thank you Kara and I enjoy your blog a great deal. You're a little ray of sunshine in my blogging world. Ooops guess I'm back to gooshiness.

Welcome to the Jungle...

It's been far too long my pretties. Whether Chico likes it or not, I am here. Unpacked, address changed and work started. I ain't going nowhere. I'm still in the process of getting all of my technological business set up so pictures are delayed at this time. However I do have a point of interest for anyone that may be reading this blog while they should be scheduling power. Check out http://www.plutosfreshfood.com/index.html This is one of many Chico downtown restaurants I am falling in love with (there are a few other locations in CA). My first trip was much like the first time I had sex. I bit scary, plenty of fumbling, lots of miscommunication and occasional use of written instructions. But I managed to come out with a pretty spiffy salad and one huge fucking rice krispy treat. Needless to say I was pleased. Any visitors will likely be forced to dine here with me. Next on the list...Tres hombres.

I'm not really in the mood to write I must admit. I had 8 hours of sitting through orientation today so I'm spent. But look forward to the Eel River Brewery review, Chico facts and insight into my strange dreams featuring many past lovers in the next days.