A Midget, A Septuagenarian; What a difference a year makes…

On the 25^th of this month, http://oh-ngo.com will be 1 year old.  It’s also one of the few, one-year anniversaries that I can openly announce and celebrate without risk of being labeled a stalker.  Yaaaay!

I can’t believe it has only been a year…given the sheer number of monkey shit-fights that I’ve managed to get me into.  Jeesh…I don’t even know who I was back then—but, whatever I was, gave me who I am now, and I’m glad to report that my soul is intact and available to the highest bidder, as always.

My friends and family have taken a back seat to my endless search for bootleg copies of Lynda.com tutorials on ‘how to do your job before they notice you don’t know how to do it,’—so, suffice it to say that I feel a little alone and slightly overwhelmed… often.

As many of you have guessed, the eHarmony thing blew up in my face.  Leave it to me to find the one dude on eHarmony, who has no interest in any harmonious existence; and false-truths and misrepresentations do not mix well with my acute neuroticism.   Go figure.

While, sometimes… I want to punch my memory in the uvula—my ability to recollect, while excessive, neurotic, and brutally random; it helps me keep the good memories fresh; and then I just let booze & blues takes care of the rest.

I would also like to note that I seem to have an old black woman trapped inside my body, whose one ‘move’ is snapping…? And, the power of the blues and booze, is strong enough to allow Curtis and me, to have shared a seemingly eternal, 24 seconds, with absolutely no evidence of incivility.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fb62aTPt9c

So, here goes 2011, and I just want to say, to Adderall and all of my other friends, and/or coattail-riders:  Thank you for keeping me going in spite of my occasional efforts to hide my head in the sand, and please try to keep my blood pressure down, (that’s more specific to Adderall, but still applies, really).

Lonely, or not–I am not desperate for anyone’s company, and I’ll politely remind you that it was me, the 2-time Harris County inmate that drove home Halloween night–In a tutu, just to avoid a conversation.  See below:

yes, I put my face on top of everyone's..

On that note, I am starting the year 2011, in the same fashion that I operated and ended, the year 2010, as in:  Fucking Ridiculous. ¹

And you’ll be glad to know, that it is my New Year’s resolution this year, to not change one, motherfucking thing.

¹ More details on my ridiculousness to come later, but in order to quickly illustrate, let’s just say, that in the past month, alone:  I danced with a midget, a septuagenarian (separate instances); and most notably:  I went from the receiving-end of a mix-tape entitled, ‘Assorted Grown-Up Love Songs and Hot in the City Tonight’, to receiving hate mail, in the span of 36 hours.

Which, I’m pretty sure, makes me a fucking legend…

Stay tuned,

xoxo-k