Monday, June 29, 2009
Two people have lost my trust. One just yesterday and the other a little while ago.
My friend has been staying with me. She keeps trying to see me naked. I don't get it, why doesn't she just ask??
Transformers was a really good movie. Shia is foxy. The Proposal was too cute for my taste, but an overall okay movie. Ryan is foxy as well and when you think about it, that's all that really counts.
I have been busy reading lots of awesome blogs as of late. (Luke is still my favorite) Next post, I promise to share the wealth.
The mouse on my computer stopped working. WTF. I had to steal one from the other room. Soon I'll have to buy a new one. I'm glad it was only the mouse. I cant afford a whole new computer, thought I'm sure it only goes down hill from there. Anyone wanna buy me one when disaster does strike??
Men are such dogs. My sister is starting to experience this first hand. Oh well. Life, right?
Oh! I almost forgot. I bought a rocket. It has interchangeable heads, which is cool. Ive not yet used it, but soon I will...hopefully.
General Hospital is on.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
In other news, Luke posted a blog cleverly titled, I have my own religion and beliefs!....He read my mind the whole way through. Its crazy the amount of comments his blog gets. I wonder if he actually reads all of them.
There are three things I love about blogging.
- The word 'Blog' is a verb.
- The random emails and IMs, which I think may be my favourite part, actually.
- Discovering new authors. Its interesting reading through the different personalities.
Speaking of emails. It seems I am behind. I'm a big slacker, I know. I'm working on it.
I'm legally blind in my right eye. It hasn't given me any problems until today. I ran into two walls at work. I really really need new glasses. I'm clumsy enough on my own I don't need my vision messing up the little coordination I do have.
Ive been thinking seriously about picking up another job. I don't know how I'm going to juggle two jobs and school, but I feel like its something that I need to do for obvious reasons. I want more money.
I'm not a dreamer. Not in either respect of the word. I usually have dreamless nights if and when I do sleep. Lately I have been having some weird dreams. My most recent one involved and old friend. In the dream she was called my best friend. Long story short we ended up fist fighting. After the fight I apologized for hurting her, which is weird because whatever it was, the fault was hers...had to have been.
No big deal. I have black and white. Its cool.
This just in...
Taking effect in about a month or so we are getting a newer dress code, which enables us only to wear Black Polo's and Khaki/Beige pants. I don't give two shits about the dress code or why we have it. Ive had jobs in the past where dress code was enforced...my problem is simply that I don't own Khaki/Beige and I do not want to go out shopping for pants that color.
I don't even think they make pants that color in the size I need. I have a hard enough time buying jeans. (long legs small waist) The last time I had to buy Khaki pants they were cargo from the men's section.
Monday, June 15, 2009
There was a live band. They were young...not legal to drink...their parents were there with them, which was a little weird but okay. Aside from that and them being completely adorable, they were a good cover band. I couldn't tell if the singer was actually talented, but I will say that he was good at imitating...Too much idol, I know.
A mini fight broke out over a table. Apparently 'Faggot' stole 'Mother Fuckers' table while 'Mother Fucker' was in the restroom. 'Faggot' said that he didn't see 'Mother Fuckers' name on it. Boys will be boys.
There was a drunk man at the bar. He tried to order another drink. The bartender cut him off. They man says, "I'm not drunk am I?!!" He was shouting....for no reason. The bartender says, "You're okay man. Drink some water."
The bartender walks away. The next thing I notice is the drunk man coming my way in top drunken speed...He sat next to me. Uh oh.
Everything he said was on on speaker phone. It was funny, I couldn't help but smile. Drunk people amuse me. Not all just some. I learned that his name was Sam and that he lived nearby. The rest was slurred.
A few minutes into our 'conversation' a different bartender told him to leave, which wasn't an easy task, as he had to be asked several times. He caused a scene and it looked as if I had a leading role in it.
Seconds after he left I felt a hand on my shoulder. First thought: Sam's back and he's getting physical. Fight or Flight....Fight it is.
I turned around. That hand belonged to a sexy, sexy man. He had short dark hair and he was well over six foot. He also had at least eight piercings in his face...probably more. I was too busy being in awe of his sexiness to do an accurate count.
He said, "I saw you smiling. What was that guy saying to you?"
We had a brief conversation. I never got his name.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
Missed Connection anyone?
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
2. My perverted friend loves hearing my dirty sex stories. She has been convincing me to get into tantric sex, just so she can hear about it. Next she'll be asking me to make out with her before her wedding just so she can have the experience. I'm game baby. This isn't my first rodeo.
3. I have said this before, but I really really really love Luke's Blog. It is awesome and published!!...what more could I want in life? Nothing right? I know. "...she went on a downward spiral of fucking crazy." "I too am highly awaiting her next move. Its like a game of chess, except you can die." Classic. Is it weird that I want to shag him?
4. APA format sucks ass!!
5. My birthday is around the corner and I don't feel any emotion towards it. I mean I'm getting older, which is not terribly uncommon and as a result is no longer special.
6. I have been incredibly tired this past week and I still have to walk through hell to get some sleep. WTF.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
I am coming over. You are leaving with me and I am going to fuck you. That's it. Get ready.
Being in my current physical state of torment, I put up no arguments. He came over. I left with him and he fucked me. Few words were said unless, mmm Joe enough stttoop, counts.
Later he walked me to my door, kissed me slowly and said, I will see you tomorrow.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
You are so whipped.
2. An avid reader and close personal friend of mine says I should start doing HNT. I think she is just trying to see me naked. Just ask CMJ, its okay. I don't bite, unless you ask me to.
3. The first few things on my Bucket List:
-Ride the back of a Harley that belongs to a sexy tattooed man with a bad attitude. (why I haven't done this already...I'll never know.)
-Learn to play poker. I have tried to learn many times before and it just doesn't stick. Soon I will know and then back to Nevada I go. (Didn't mean for that to rhyme.)
-Learn to play one full song on the guitar and/or piano.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Its funny the older I get the more insignificant the numbers become. Just the other day I thought I was going to be 23. I had to be corrected.