Occupation: Spy

There are people who can live their life not knowing what's going on around them, or not care what's going on around them.
Then, there are people like me:

- Always on a need-to-know basis.
- Can't go two minutes without asking "who?", "where?", "why?", "when?", and "how?".
- Lives to eavesdrop.

I'm always being accused of being nebby [that's Pittsburghese, meaning nosy]. Everyone accuses me, and I shamelessly plead guilty.
Being nebby is one of those personality traits that one can't help. You're either naturally nebby, or not at all.
THEEbooh hates that I'm nebby, and when he catches me in action, he tries to put me in check. Little does he know, eavesdropping has become a sport, and I'm the champion. I can look totally busy, but really be all up in the bees-wax.
That being said: I know more about people than they give me credit for.
Keeping secrets is a whole nother issue.
I'm working on it.

Quiet-N-Pleasant

I did a lot of tongue biting today, because I was trying my best to be quiet-n-pleasant. It didn't work out so well though. People seem to assume that when I'm quiet, for once, that I'm angry. Believe it or not, there are times, occassionally, when blabber-mouth Juneaux has nothing to say.
Tomorrow is another day though.
Tomorrow I go back to being my loud-n-obnoxious self.
Tomorrow, I go back to hurting feelings and breaking hearts.
Tomorrow, if people get in my way, they WILL get stepped on, if not, ran over.
As much as I enjoy quiet time here and there, when I'm not yelling across the room, I'm bored. When I'm not being an asshole or pushing people's buttons, I'm bored! And today was exactly that, BO-RING!

*Random Conversation*

Peggy: "Oh my God, Juneaux, I joined the gym today. You should see the guys; they look amazing."
Me: "They look better than your truck driver 'baby daddy'?"
Peggy: "Hell yeah! These guys make truck drivers look like truck drivers."
Me: (laughs)

*Next Day*

Me: "So how's the gym? Did you meet your future hubby yet?"
Peggy: "No. Them guys are too into their bodies."

Checked Into Rehab

The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem.
My name is Juneaux... (Hi Juneaux!) and I'm addicted to:

- HTC Evo
- Twitter
- Facebook
- Online Shopping
- 7Eleven Slurpees
- Orange Juice [Pulp Free]

It's 2:45 a.m. and I'm up on my Evo, tweetin' and facebook'... just ordered some shoes and a Valentine's Day gift, that's the online shopping part. Only If this phone had a slurpee and orange juice maker... is there an app for THAT?

Juneaux! Can I Have Your Autograph?!

I can't help but feel like a Post Office Celebrity.
I hate to toot my own horn, but I'm so loved there. TOOT TOOT! Sometimes though, I'm so loved that I start to feel violated. Today for example, I caught two "clowns" completely eye-fucking me. The first goof ball I see everyday, and he stares at me every chance he gets. Today I asked him a question about the superbowl and he started stuttering as if he couldn't believe I was talking to him.
The second guy, I've never seen him before until today since he works the graveyard shift. I noticed him noticing me from a distance. He approached me and tried to make "small talk", but I kept my answers short and to the point. When l was hugging THEEbooh, I caught him glancing over out of the corner of his eye.

I hate that I sound so stuck-up, cocky, conceited, and arrogant in this post. It is what it is though.
Gotta love me!

Here Lies Evo

I love my HTC Evo. The battery life sucks, but it's big and doubles as my computer. Until recently, I thought this phone was damn near indestructible. A week or two after I got my phone, I was at work running down the stairs. My phone slipped out my pocket, fell through the crack of the stairs, down two flights. Not a crack, not a scratch, not even a scuff mark.

About two weeks ago, I was laying in bed with my Evo, [Don't judge me; I love my phone.] and THEEbooh was trying to be nasty and climb on top of me. He didn't see my phone, went to move the covers, and the phone fell off the bed onto the hardwood floors.
RESULTS:

Knowing how clumsy and reckless I can be, I wasn't in a rush to replace the screen because I was sure I was going to drop it again sooner than soon. The crack wasn't completely terrible and the phone still worked fine... well... until...

Yup, I somehow managed to drop it again. The cracks are way too irritating, so I'll probably be replacing the screen sometime this week. I'm just glad I went with my first instinct and didn't replace it the first time, or else that would have been two screens in two weeks! Whew!

So much for indestructible.

If You Got It, Flaunt it.

It's not everyday you come across a 6'1 female. Even though I get tired of answering the same ol' questions about my height on a daily basis, I smile, give them my answer, and keeps it moving. Most, if not all the people that approach me, admires my height. They tell me how beautiful I am and how they wish they were tall. Still, it gets old after a while.

Sure, being tall is amazing. When you're tall, you automatically stand out and grab everyone's attention. You never need a pedistol, and people feel like they need to go out of THEIR way to impress YOU. I "wow" all the men, and people assume I'm trustworthy. Bosses see me as a leader and always depend on me the most. I love it.
I rarely think about my height any more; except when I'm curled up like a pretzel on a plane, and buying jeans. Other than that, everyday I grow to love it more and more.

Bystander: "You're tall."
Me: "Thank You."
Bystander: "You're beautiful too."
Me: "Thank You."
Bystander: "You should be a model."
Me: "You're like a hallmark card that won't quit."
Bystander: "I'm just sayin..."

Food For Thought

The way I ate today, I can't help but feel like the ultimate pig. Sadly, I feel no guilt. I already got plans on ordering a cheese steak hoagie on my lunch tomorrow. I can't wait. *fist pump*

CutThroat: "Let's go to the hot dog shop. I got a taste for a chili dog."
Me: "Let's go then."
CutThroat: " Oooo!! Or Eggrolls..."
Me: "Yeah, eggrolls. I got to go that way anyway to get some hair scissors."
*walking; 10 minutes later.*
Me: "Forget the scissors, let's go get them eggrolls."

Peggy Bundy: The Homewrecker

Ever since I've started working at the Post Office 9 months ago, I've been living there. I'm there so much that my social and personal life has taken the complete back burner. Working there, I've came across, met, and even befriended some interesting people.
One unusual character is 19 year old "Peggy Bundy". Peggy has bright red hair with pale white skin and blue eyes. She's simple, fun, lacks common sense, and for the most part, a total anema at times.
Her laid back, gentle personality tends to bump heads with THEEbooh's personality, so they always end up with the most random conversations that goes something like this:

THEEbooh: "In high school, did they like you for your tits or ass?"
Peggy: "I don't know. Why?"
THEEbooh: "Because I'm going to put you on the corner and make some money off of you."
Peggy: "How about I put YOU on the corner; I'll make you up."
Me: (laughing)
THEEbooh: "I don't need made up, all I got to do is whip out my cock!"
Me: (cracking up) "True."

Peggy has a crush on one of the truck drivers who she calls her "baby daddy", behind his back. For weeks I've been trying to encourage her to talk to him and feel him out, or atleast find out his real name and age. Lately, I got tired of hearing her dream out loud and in my ear about this man, so I told her if she doesn't break the ice by Saturday that I was going to butt-in and play Cupid, or atleast get the inside scoop on him.
While I was loading the Priority Mail Truck, she came in and punched me on the arm.

Peggy: "Oh my God, Juneaux, I am so mad!"
Me: "Why? What's wrong?!"
Peggy: "He's 33 with a 15 year old son!"
Me: (laughing)
Peggy: "He said he thought I was atleast 23, and he called me a youngin!"

Even after finding out BabyDaddy is 14 years older than her, with a son too old to be her step-son, she's still interested. I told Peggy he's too old and the chances of them working out is slim to none because he's comparing her to his 15 year old son. He still sees her as a child and therefore needs a grown woman in his life. That's assuming he's unmarried.

Peggy: "You think he's too old to just hang out for a couple days with?"
Me: "Where ya'll going to go? Chuck E. Cheese?"
Peggy: "It's official, I hate you."
Me: (giggles)

After all that, I can't help but to feel like a total cock-block. I mean, who the hell am I to tell her no?

There's No "You" In RELATIONSHIP, But There Is A "R.I.P." #dead

"loudNobnoxious: i would miss me too if i were them; cuz i'm AWESOME. #yeahisaidit, i'm FUCKIN awesome. unfortunately for them, when i break, i break."

That was my tweet from last night. Suddenly, 3 of my last 4 exes have been trying to get back with me, but my heart is already in the process of being taken again; so they're basically shit out of luck. It cracks me up that a man don't realize how good of a girlfriend I am until I'm loving someone else. I'm not saying I'm the perfect girl... I can't cook, I'm clumsy, and I seem to say the wrong things at the wrong time. But! But, I am independent, faithful, and a "rider". If I'm putting in 100% and he's only putting in 50%, he's getting kicked to the curb. I'm a firm believer that in every relationship, each person have to bend a little. Bend too much, you'll break... don't bend at all, then you're not compromising. Also, it's amazing what a little communication can do; I learned that the other day. All that being said: I'm no longer accepting boyfriend applications.

Juneaux THEE Junoesque

You see that girl up there? Yup, that's me. Beautiful, sweet, intellectual me.
The name is Lowry. Juneaux Lowry.
I'm a 6'1, fun-loving girl from Western Pennsylvania. I'm a pretty easy going person, I try to just roll with the punches and go with the flow. I can be sarcastic. I can be demanding and aggressive too... or maybe I'm just bold. At the same time, I'm very optimistic and always try to see the glass as half full. Stubborn is an understatement, really. I tend to march to the beat of my own drum and is always determined to have my cake and eat it too. I live by my motto: "Don't Wanna. Don't Gotta. Cuz I'm Juneaux. End of Story."
But at the end of the day, when everything is said and done, I'm just a vertically blessed girl, trying to find her place in a vertically challenged world. You are now a fly on the wall of my mind. Welcome to my journey.