Based on previous conversation

So I find myself blogging about one person a lot. That's because against all odds and attempts I can't get her out of my life: Erin Mindell. Well we discuss everyday on gchat world politics and social norms (you know, to get us through the day). Haha, I'm glad you laughed as well. To be fair the occasional issue arises where one or the other gets on their soap box. I wanted to share Erin's (against her knowing it) because I think it's important to address:

It was about Disney. Erin said she hated Disney and, I was like how the hell can you hate Disney? Here's her explination:

"i hate disney because it sells a terrible and unrealistic fantasy of how people should be (tall, skinny and white), how love should be (hetero, bordering on abusive, and rife with gender stereotypes)he [Disney] was a known racist and antisemite, and the fact the company does such a great job of selling the "fairy tale" which they distort to their own wants and needs, to consumers so that people are unwilling to critique it sickens me plus he liked to club baby penguins on the weekend"

Now I disagree....here's why:

#1 I live in this (so there goes your whole agrument of reality vs. fantasy):

#2 Look at all this Diversity:

However I will give her the comment about Walt and his weekend activities:

This is an actual photo of Walt people (I know what you're thinking, how the hell does someone really have a picture like this up on the internet, I was appaled as well)

I rest my case.

I'm a freakin' MESS!

Yes that's true, I am a mess but not your average mess like this :

More like my life is quickly becoming a disaster inside and out and I can't seem to hold on, These are the types of things going on in my head right now:

I'm not kidding-dont fuck with an ape gangsta. Ok for real, I'll get to my current status. So remmeber that guy? The one with the boyfriend? Yeah, him. Well he decided to fuck with my head and buy me 2 dozen white tulips to get delivered to my work. I know, the first time a guy EVER bought me flowers and my reaction: Pissed. Now this isn't because I hate love (against previous thought from previous blogs) but because I'm trying to get this man OUT of my head and what does he do? Make sure he's front and center. I text him a thank you because I am a nice person and can't receive flowers and not reply, but alas he kept trying to contact me throughtout the day and the next. I finally (thanks with a little help from brooklyn lager) text him to say 'if you really do care about me you'll leave me be.' Oh here's a pic of the flowers he sent:

minus all that green crap, and a much more beautiful vase. Anyway I divulge (I know I never do that.) So I haven't heard from him since, which is nice (well debateable). I can attempt to move on. So THEN I wake up this morning and grab all my cards (cause i still dont have a wallet) and my passport for ID to head out the door. I get to the subway and no passport in back pocket. Now I checked with Jill back home and it's nowhere in the apt. or the building, or my bag, or by the super. SOOOO I lost my passport which sucks because now I can't go out for god knows how long because I have to wait for the MAIL for a new letter from Kansas that I need to get a new license for New York (I know, who sends shit in the mail anymore? Kansas is so Oregon Trail). Then on top of that, it has immense sentimental value-with all the stamps and etc. So this lost wallet is becoming QUITE expensive (money I dont have). So then I go to lunch and walk to my bank to dispute $80 in overdraft fees (yup day keeps getting better) cause I had to open new accounts and there were pending amounts and I told the lady that and still these charges show up. Anywho I walk by a woman who says 'orchards $10' so I said fuck it.

These are beautiful and I'm going to buy it to help me be in a better mood. It sorta worked. I'm an optimistic person but COME ON universe, give me something. I'm trying to see the positive, dont be attached to material belongings, the memories are in my head, you could use a weekend not going out to the clubs, blah blah blah but I WANT MY FUCKING PASSPORT BITCHES! I already have 'LOST' posters printed up that I plan on putting up tonight and tomorrow morning on my route to work. I really would like it back, so I'm willing it back to me, wish me luck.....

Did I mention I got married?

So I have a lot to blog about. Get ready, buckle up, and shut up. This blog is about love.

Ugh. Yes that's my reaction to love. Actually when people say lovey dovey things my actual reaction is 'vomit' Not literally vomit, but just I'm not looking for love. Here's why: men are stupid. I bet every woman and gay man just said in their head 'yeah they are'. Now this is not because I haven't been in love before. I have, and it was great. But it wasn't lovey dovey love story movie type love. It was better than that. But that ended and I've been single for about a year and a half now. I honesty enjoy being single. I do (hehe, wedding vows get it? ok moving on). Although every year around this time people start looking for relationships. That's because summer is far away and its cold out and you want someone constant in your life instead of your usual one night stand or '3 week fling'. I even fell into the trap this year. I have known this guy since summer yet have never really considered him an option because he has a boyfriend. Yes, I was a good person and didn't sleep with him. He has another man. But recently we have hung out a lot and I could see myself starting to have feelings for him, possibly even date this man. Indeed, I was drunk one night and told him I'd go off the market for him, alas he is still with this other guy. So last night I had to 'break up with him' before I even got to date him. If I hadn't done it soon, it would of been harder. My reaction to love is more comical than anything, but I'm 23 and in New York-I am no in the market for love, but I believe in it. I am not Charlotte from Sex and the City meeting new people and hoping they are 'the one'. I dont believe in 'the one'. I feel like when I'm ready I'll find someone else who is also ready and we'll settle down. Now I'm not saying I'll settle down with anyone either, I could never get 'ready'. That's way in the future and I'm not sure what I'm doing this weekend-like a good 23 year old. Don't think that I dont have goals, I do-like last night I ran 4.5 miles. I mean I ate mexican food and 3 margaritas after, but still I had a goal of running that much and I did it. But back to boys. I guess I just need male attention and when I rid myself of 'bad attention' or guys that aren't good for me, a healthy Matt...Matt is left all alone wondering where are all the men? So I may seem pathetic but I need men to be interested in me so I can brush them off-haha which is a really funny sentence yet truthful statement I guess when it comes down to it. I also dont like guys who are TOO excited about seeing me again, that I run away from-ask Erin she's seen it first hand. So I'm back to my regular self going out with some friends friday night to go dancing and see where the night leads me. I'm single and I'm not upset about it, I enjoy it. It had just been awhile since I had those emotions for another man and to get rejected or told that 'he couldn't break up with his boyfriend for me'(which is something I didnt ask him to do, just informed him that I could no longer hand out with him, because I was starting to fall) it was just a blow to the ego...c'est la vie. xoxo moving on.....

James is gone, he is in Mexico hopefully drinking some tequila. So Jill and I are left to take care of the Monster (that's our pugs name, not a scary creature under my bed). I have to take her out in the morning and she takes her out in the evening. We're like a married couple (this is where the title of the blog comes into play). We cook dinners together, well she does the cooking, I do the dishes, have a glass of wine afterwards and hang out together and discuss our days. Sometimes its venting about boys, work, or general NY things that annoy us OR we talk about going to a Knicks game, how fun last weekend was, watch a show, or discuss something in the news. We really are all like a married couple, we live together amazingly-just none of us sleep together. So imagine a 50s married threesome couple. Then to top it off last night Jill informs me, she made me lunch for tomorrow!!!! I get home and she made me lunch for the next day??? It was amazing. She rocks. Ok my heated up ravioli is getting cold I need to eat it, and get back to work, I'M OUT!