…and in the End

by Lemmonex on January 24, 2010

This is my last blog entry.

I’ve been writing this blog for over two and a half years.  Sometimes I look back and marvel on how much things have changed…yet still somehow remained the same.  I’ve grown, I’ve regressed, I’ve managed to piss people off…wash, rinse, repeat.

The past six months or so this blog has become more of a retreat than ever.  I finally started writing for myself, when and what I wanted to write.  But as things changed, I felt disconnected from certain elements of blogging and began editing myself more than ever.  There are whole blocks of my life–my family, work, relationships with men and friends–that I don’t feel the freedom to explore.  I realize these are contradictory statements, but it seems the more you want to open up the more you realize you cannot.  This is probably for the best; not every thought is meant to be spoken nor every feeling ripe for analysis.

Instead I have been focusing on myself, the Lexa away from this blog.  Shocking news that she actually exists!  But I do, thank God.  I got a new job five months ago and really hit it off with most everyone. I get along well with my boss and when he quit a few weeks back, he asked me to come with him.

Next week I start working for the food and restaurant industry. To say I am thrilled is an understatement.

As I don’t have a lingering desire to be dooced, to blow my career, stepping away from this space seems necessary.  It is time for me to live life away from the internet, to focus on something else.  I cannot imagine I will stop writing, but this is a chapter that needs to end. Maybe I will finally submit some of this. Perhaps I will show up sometime in the future with a completely food free focus.  Who knows.

I have met so many amazing people all over the country thanks to this act of narcissism.  I hope I can hold on to most of you and I have become a real person, more than just words on a page.  Let’s be honest though; the internet is not all joy and lollipops.  There are some real fuckers out there–sexist, racists, delusional man children with God complexes–and I have even had the distinct privilege of dating/fucking/loving a few.  To them, I say good luck with life!

There is a certain amount of hubris that goes in to writing a blog, or for that matter a “farewell” post.  I never claimed to be free of ego. What I can say is this: this blog has brought me more joy, support and laughs than you all can ever imagine.  Who knew people were as sick, twisted, and ridiculous as me?  Fuck, I will even miss the hate mail and nasty comments; it serves me well to be reminded of my flaws.

I will miss this, you…but it is time. To everyone, the readers, commenters, perverts, foodies, lurkers…thank you.

 

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Undateable

by Lemmonex on January 20, 2010

Hating animals and the outdoors has rendered me undateable.  

If you are a single woman, you know what exactly what I am talking about. The dating landscape is so mired with cliches, down right predictable that I can practically peg what a guy is going to say on a first date (or in his online dating profile…yes, I dabble online) before I even meet him.

Single men love the outdoors.  They want someone to go camping with and who enjoys the fresh air.  It is an “essential”.  Am I a crazy shut in? No, but camping ranks right below a colonic on things I want to have happen to me.  Yes, camping happens to people.  If someone wants to chase me around a god damn tipi in the woods to fulfill their Pocohontas fantasy, I am game but I sure as shit am not squatting in a hole on the regular. I don’t want to hike. This is why I live in a major metropolitan area.

And dogs! Men and their dogs. THEY LOVE THEIR DOGS.  ”You have to love my dog”, they will say.  Ya know what, dude? I may like your dog, I more likely will tolerate it and I might even fucking hate it. They show you pictures of their dog, expecting you to cream yourself.  They tell you cutesey stories waiting for a hearty laugh.  I have a heart and have loved some canines, but this is not the way to this girls heart.  Show me a picture of your flat screen TV or your niece.  Shit, show me a picture of the Guatamalan orphan you sponsor.  This is way more likely to get me wet.  I recently had a guy tell me his 5 year plan included owning an awesome dog.  SO, let me get this straight…your goal is to be a cliche, but you are not even there yet.

And dudes who love cats? No thanks. I like my men with a penis, please.

They all say “I am just your average guy”.  I don’t want average and I do not want to date someone who so easily bows down to the alter of average.  God knows no one is truly special, we are never as unique as we think we are, but please try.  Give me something, anything.  And you hipsters who name bands I have never heard of or who tell tales of spending summers in Nepal washing the feet of the elderly? You are just as average, just as boring.  An average guy takes off his khakis, fucks me missionary, drives me to the Olive Garden in his Ford Focus and sends me red roses the next day.

Maybe I am single because I am a judgmental bitch.  Maybe I should hug a tree and a dog. Perhaps I should embrace the comfort of breadsticks and sensible fashion.  But I can’t, I just can’t.  Call me tough, call me rigid, call me undateable.  I don’t care.  Give me leather, give me the city, give me a steak, give me something new.

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The Biggest

January 19, 2010

I must admit that when I watch shows like “Half Ton Mom” and “Half Ton Virgin”, I find myself conflicted.  As I am drawn to human spectacle and gritty medical programming, I have a hard time saying no to these vignettes of true suffering. Without fail, I always feel a bit queasy afterwards.
As someone who [...]

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Schooled

January 18, 2010

On the “I am a selfish asshole, I don’t give a shit about anyone but myself” scale, I would say not showing up for a reservation ranks a solid 7.
When you make a reservation at a restaurant, it effects the flow of the evening.  Hosts take the time to set the table.  Servers stations are seated [...]

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Buried

January 13, 2010

I spend a lot of time day dreaming, making hypothetical plans, conjuring up fantasy scenarios.
I wonder if I should get Lasik even though I am freaked out by anything touching my eyes. I panic out about a laser touching my eyeball and envision the whole surgery. I work myself in to a lather, practically break [...]

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You’re the Boss of Me

January 12, 2010

I want you to take out a pencil and mark the date. I am about to say something that will blow your mind.
I am sick of food.
There was Vegas and the holidays and then a few good weeks and then my birthday. And there has been dinner and cake and treats from my friends [...]

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Twenty Nine

January 10, 2010

Today, I am 29.
I fully realize there is nothing more grating than a woman who is still relatively young whining about her age, but this year has been hard. I feel like it is punching me in the face.  I am a glass half empty kinda gal and all I can do is think of [...]

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Average

January 7, 2010

I visited J & G Steakhouse about a month and a half ago.
A bit telling I am just writing about it now, no?
Now, first let me say this: DC needs another fucking steakhouse like I need a dick in the ass. It is worse than burger joints, froyo shops and cupcakeries combined but the big [...]

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Resolute

January 5, 2010

The crowded gym tells me people are making resolutions. I support the resolutions in that who am I to tell folks to not try to be your very best.  It is a new year, yo.  Be all you can be! Reach for the stars! Insert platitude here!
Also, get out of my way! Screw your resolutions!
This [...]

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(Filler)

January 4, 2010

I can’t find my camera chord.  I cannot find my camera chord because my room is a complete shit storm.  Normal people would take this as a sign to clean. Me? Not so much.
So the recipes will have to wait. Let us have a little recap of the holidays, shall we?
Look! There is me! In [...]

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