I have the tendency to ramble. I'm too tired to edit this.

I work in an office with a bunch of imbeciles and I don't really want to talk about my job too much, but I just want it to be clear that it is not a healthy environment. I have issues with a lot of the people who work there, their work ethic (lack thereof) and all that nonsense. (Gen, its not that I didn't believe you about how horrible office work is, its just that now I really get it!)

I'm interrupting my blog to note that it has taken me five minutes to write the above two sentences. What's the deal? I keep typing things incorrectly, and I'm just generally disgusted with the thoughts I have about my work place.

And now to what I really want to talk about. My weekends. My great weekends. Last Friday I was invited to a blogger happy hour. Gen had invited me to some previously, but it didn't work out. I'm glad I went. I was initially apprehensive about meeting some of these people, but I enjoyed myself. It had been a while since I'd spent time with Gen and hadn't seen Michelle in much longer. Heather and I are packing as much time spent together in the short time she's home, so I invited her along. We went to Grand Central in Adams Morgan. Enjoyed ourselves cheaply and happily. I will say, I'm not a fan of shower curtains for bathroom stall doors. First of all, that's G-R-O-S-S... and.. mmm... just not sanitary and wtf!? The little hook you latch into the eye isn't going to stay! The strange thing is, I was okay using the stalls at APEX. The ones that don't even have doors. Maybe because I know that someone will see. Where as a curtain is just teasing you, you think you could possibly have privacy.. but NO! Enough about the bathrooms. It was a lot of fun and perhaps I'll go to the next one.

I stayed out late Friday night, but the following morning, I saw my mother briefly. Shortly after went back to sleep, had a dream that she was bitten by a snake. Rather than being scared, I dreamt that she screamed 'Motherfucker!' For those of you that do not know. My mother was a nun for seven years and I've never heard her utter these words and she's not likely to ever do so. Anyway, I called my father and I spoke to him regarding the snake. He explained that usually snakes represent prosperity and that perhaps some sort of fortune will come to my mother, but we both question what my mother's anger was about. So, in hopes of nothing bad happening to my mother, we both gave money toward charity.* Hopefully, all is well and nothing unfortunate shall come my mother's way. Shortly after, Becca and I got up and made pancakes. Then Gen picked me up and we ventured into Georgetown to get Gen's tattoo. We went to Jinxproof, Tim did Gen's tattoo. Its a tribute to her late father. It was nice to go to Jinxproof again. Even though I didn't talk to anyone there, I just like it there. They seem kinda snobby, but I think they have the right to be. (Plus, I'm a snob myself... sometimes).

I got so excited, thinking about my next tattoo. I don't want to put the sketch of it up here.. I'd rather it be original than find out some dweeb got my tattoo. I'll just say that its a sea monster with some old lettering. But more on that when I actually get it. Ooh and the funds devoted to this tattoo just came in!!

So Gen and I later did some shopping in Georgetown and then she dropped me off at home. I spent the afternoon alone in my house. What a relief. I rarely get to do that. Then I spent far longer than I wanted on the phone with my cousin instructing him on how to operate his computer. He's 54. Enough said. Then Nayereh came over and we got ready to go to The Mousetrap with Heather and Jess. Krissy and Becca came too. It was fun but not the same without Aman. And I missed Nazir. :( Maybe the next time he's home to visit we can structure it around going to The Black Cat. :) The highlight of the night? I made out with a twig of a boy. He was tripping on something so it wasn't that great, but fun no less. I shocked my party, though, I'd think that if people really knew me they shouldn't be. And I will say this. Do not make out with someone who is tripping, they just can't kiss.

And then on Sunday, Becca and I had adventures in deserted Crystal City and Forever 21 with no tights. Not much else happened. But it was a good weekend. It was the first weekend in a long time that I actually relaxed and didn't think about the coming up work week.

Then I went to work.. for five days. (Insert some tears and my first panic attack).

Then Friday came about. Aman and I went to Manassas to see my parents and Ayat. This was at first hilarious because my mother had just been to the doctor for her back pains and she was still high. She thought she was so funny and kept giggling to herself. But the evening soon turned bitter when we watched Notes On A Scandal and my father dispersed an array of homophobic comments. Aman and I didn't even finish the movie. I was sick of his comments which were irrelevant and washed up into his own "opinions" (of ignorance). For the record, Judi Dench's character is a monster because of her insanity, not her sexual "preference". And even then, I'd say its a gender preference, not sex. So I went to bed early. The next morning, we went to a friends house to swim and spent time with her and her kids. One of whom shares the same birthday as me. It makes him my favorite. Aside from the fact that when you ask him "You're so cute, can I smack you?" He replies, "Yeah." This is his response to everything, making him so much more enjoyable.

Aman and I came home in the evening and basked in indecision. What movie to watch? It finally came down to King Arthur... along with asking Aman to read my trivia from Good Will Hunting on imdb.com... and then I passed out. It was so much fun. At least it was relaxing. Today, we're trekking up to Sticky Fingers to fetch Teejay's birthday carrot cake. And then we're off to Burke to hang out with everyone. I can't wait until my birthday. It will be my last one in DC for a while. I want to make it worthwhile.

I'd rather have posted a more interesting blog. Maybe later this week.

*Islamically, and I'm not sure about it being traditionally Iranian, being charitable is a way to keep help prevent negative happenings in your life, with all due respect to the fact that somethings are just supposed to happen.