Friday, 28 December 2007
So yeah this is a bit of a pointless post, here is a picture for ya...Piggy and Kermie in a shotgun wedding heh:
I got Muppets season two for xmas whoo whoo
Sunday, 23 December 2007
You know, I have always felt that life is just high school bullshit all over again on a much grander scale. And that has proven to be so this year, ironically involving people I knew in high school. BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT. Lets put all the dumb ass crap behind us and have a happy 2008.
Why is it when I am happy I tend to gain weight? I've gone up a whole pants size this year whooha
Sunday, 16 December 2007
If you're gonna do that, at least have the fucking id handy. Don't make everybody wait while you dig through your bag to find the seperate coin purse that you keep it in. Also, while you're at it, don't thank mefor asking in such a grand manner as though you expected initially that I was unable to read the simplest words and phrases. I think you are a wee bit paranoid. I'm sorry you have such a hard time keeping track of your credit cards that you expect the one you have inside a wallet inside a purse inside a voluminous fucking tote bag to be snatched by someone.
I am a little sick of the Christmas shoppers in case you couldn't tell.
Wednesday, 5 December 2007
I was afraid it would rain. It didn't. This was good because I needed to do my laundry. I ended up going to a different laundromat than I usually do. It's called Highlander Coin Laundry, which makes me think it is owned by someone who could only be killed by decapitation. I went really early, and there was no one there (at least til this Richard Dreyfuss in the Goodbye Girl looking fellow came in) There were plenty of washers and lots of space. And best yet, it is in a little shopping complex with a Happy Donut. So yeah, that was cool and I've been done with chores since 10:45 and had all day to read Invisible Monsters and mess around the internet. Now I'ma dye my hair and take a shower. BUH BYE.
Dear Dad- I miss you, I love you, Happy BIrthday
Thursday, 22 November 2007
Monday, 19 November 2007
All in all this is a great block to live on, the people around are all very cool and friendly. It still feels kinda surreal to be back in the town I grew up in, albeit in an area I didn't hang around in much.How interesting you could not find so much information about Albany in an encyclopedia or anything. The internet is like a mass scrapbook/time machine. I love it!
God bless ALBANY
Friday, 16 November 2007
Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said,
Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.
Buying bread from a man in brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said, do you speak-a my language?
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
And he said,
I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.
Lying in a den in bombay
With a slack jaw, and not much to say
I said to the man, are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?
And he said,
Oh! do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder?
Cant you hear, cant you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.
I was cracking up over the beer does flow and men chunder....was that for real? Now i gotta listen to that again...
Thursday, 15 November 2007
i am bored yet excited, excited because i have a new hard drive for my compoopoo and the virus-laden one is no more (i burned it)(not really) and thanks to JEFF for the replacement
I am tired yet restless,
errmmm...i'm brave but i'm chicken shit hhehehehe i got one hand in my pocket and the other one is hailing a taxicab.
I'm super bummed that the kids aren't coming here for thanksgiving, they will be with my ex blighter in law (blighter was the spell check suggestion when i misspelled brother)
and they aren't kids anyway, they are adults now and that is just scary.
Holidays get sadder each year
i am being a downer
Last night I watched Kitchen Nightmares and about pissed myself laughing when Chef Ramsay got puking up sick at the restaurant. There is a mark of distinction that no restaurant would want. "Chef Ramsay Vomited Here".
that is one of those pictures that comes with the computer, I am kind of sad that mine totally crapped out and i do not have the pictures stored in here that i had before, yet most of my pictures i end up posting online anyway so no great loss I suppose. I am mad, though, cuz i love virtual painter and that was a download, i don't know if i can get it again w/out paying for it again
wahh wahh i sound like a lil bitch
Thursday, 1 November 2007
Tuesday, 30 October 2007
Saturday, 27 October 2007
Work was pretty crowded and annoying today. The only mildly interesting thing that happened was the construction that was occurring across from our parking lot. They were pouring concrete all day. I wanted to be the guy on the lil slippery shinguards (?dunno what you would call em) sliding on the wet cement and also smoothing it out with a brush. It looked inexplicably fun.
Tuesday, 23 October 2007
The sun was going down as I made my five hundredth visual scan of the area. A Greyhound bus had dropped me off there at about 7:30 that morning. There was not much in the way of entertainment. A small bar and grill, with a little house behind it- most likely owned by the proprietors of the bar. A gas station, with a small grocery store. And a couple battered picnic tables, about 50 yards from either place. My humble resting place. I got some Hostess donuts from the gas station and began my interminable wait. I tried to think about my future plans, but they seemed too complicated and frustrating. My mind felt better in a quiet reverie, recalling events from my childhood. Happy memories. The types of things that you try to think about before going to sleep, hoping that they will inspire pleasant dreams. I remembered family on a trip to Australia. The cute blond tour guide that my brother razzed me about, telling everyone that I wanted to marry Crocodile Dundee. My family, long before the accident changed everything. I lingered at the picnic tables all day, with only one break to get a burger and a few cocktails at the bar. Looking out the bar’s window every few minutes like someone hoping for good news but expecting bad.
The only thing different now was the sky was growing dark and the businesses were turning on their neon signs. A boy of about eighteen approached me at the picnic tables. I saw him earlier, in the store, talking animatedly in Spanish to the clerk. I thought that the clerk might have been his older brother. I imagined the bartender to be their father, and the small, graceful woman who was helping with the kitchen to be their mom. And I guessed that they all lived in the little house, and I envied the simplicity of their lives. They seemed relaxed and happy. The boy offered me a grin and asked “Waiting?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” I said. He pulled a lighter out of his pants pocket and rummaged around in his jacket. “Ooh… could I have a cigarette?”
“No cigarette.” He pulled out a pipe, lit up, and then offered me a hit. I don’t smoke weed often but I figured I needed a little distraction. “Pedro,” he said as he handed it to me, so I figured that was his name and answered with mine, “Alison.” He sat next to me with his eyes narrowed; the way men’s eyes do when they are trying to get in your pants. “You are nice girl, Ally-san” he grinned, and the way he pronounced my name was like Pat Morita in the Karate Kid saying Daniel-san. I started to laugh and he put his hand on my left breast, like it was the most natural thing in the world to do.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I asked, still laughing, and pushed him away. He stood up and looked at me, smiling. I put the pipe to my lips and inhaled deeply. It had an odd sickly-sweet flavor and it made me wish that I had eaten dinner. What the hell was I supposed to do, sit out there all night hungry and freezing?
A minute or two passed before he spoke again. “You come with me?” he asked earnestly, as if he had never so much as laid a finger on me. He startled me, because we had been quietly smoking and not speaking and I was beginning to feel very mellow from the weed.
“Why should I do that?” I asked no one in particular. It seemed like he didn’t speak English that well at all. I noticed the small woman approaching us from across the lot. Pedro quickly put the pipe away. She walked up to us, beaming. “You come, have dinner. Come inside.” She reached out her hands toward me so I figured what the hell. I followed the two of them inside. She said something to him that I could not understand, and they both laughed. Then he looked at me and said something else foreign. I was wishing that I had taken Spanish in high school instead of French. Much more practical.
Their house was the most brilliant home I have ever seen. Each room was brightly painted and hung with decorations. And each decoration clashed with the next leaving the rooms in a state of confusion that I found beautiful. The living room contained a large framed poster of Marilyn Monroe, with a small religious icon plaque next to it. On the opposite wall was a large oil painting of an elderly Spanish man, maybe the patriarch of the family? The kitchen was best of all, with a poster of Christina Applegate, of all people, holding court with a portrait of the virgin Mary. The table, already spread with food, was in a corner housing a collection of decorative plates and a lit up sign showing a buxom woman holding up a bottle of Coors Light, no doubt liberated from their bar. My stomach growled when I saw all the food. “Sit, sit…” instructed Mama (no one ever did tell me her name). A little girl ran up to me and asked, “Who are you?” in English, clear as a bell.
“My name is Alison,” I said. I didn’t know what other details she would need.
“Are you eating dinner with us?” she asked, and I told her yes. Pedro and his mother had gone into the other room for some reason, and I asked the little girl if Pedro was her big brother. “No! He is my uncle. I live with my grandma and grandpa and my daddy and my uncle Pedro. Daddy is still at work in the store. I was at my ballet class today. Do you want to see what I could do?” She leapt up and bounced across the room. Pedro and Mama returned and she was scolded. At least I think she was scolded, judging by the tone. She sat back down and said, “My name is Cynthia and I speak English more better than my whole family. Aren’t you glad?” I smiled at her, and Mama poured me a large glass of Sangria. Pedro sat down next to me, his knee pressed firmly against mine. Mama regarded me with a warm look, as though I was Pedro’s fiancée, brought home to meet the family. I felt stoned and happy, and the food tasted like heaven. It crossed my mind that Roger might have pulled up outside, but I figured he would look inside the bar or the store. Probably Papa and Pedro’s brother knew about my presence at dinner- Mama had stepped out briefly to bring them each a plateful. I wondered where Cynthia’s mother might be, but decided that was a question best left unanswered. Cynthia regaled me with tales of ballet class and of her second grade teacher’s unfair workload of homework assignments. I drank glass after glass of Sangria and didn’t think much about Roger, all things considered. At around nine o’clock Mama took Cynthia off to bed, but not before they both gave me a warm embrace. I sat next to Pedro and thought about him grabbing my breast as though he had every right to. He sat and stared at the wall across from us, possibly at the titty girl with the Coors. I decided to retort by reaching directly between his legs with no preamble. Instead of being shocked or offended he gave me that narrow-eyed glance again. I was the one who ended up shocked, when I felt the size of him. He was already hard. Maybe I was really stoned or really drunk but at that moment I didn’t care about impropriety and I thought Roger could go take a flying fuck. So instead of pulling my hand back, I gave Pedro a nice long stroke. He took me by the hand, presumably leading me toward his bedroom. “But, your mother…” I started to say.
“Shh, is okay…”
“How old are you Pedro?”
He laughed, “Twenty-two. Don’t worry, Ally-san, nothing wrong.” He kissed me, and I kissed him back. I was turned on like the neon sign outside. He laid me down on his bed, and opened my shirt. He ran his tongue along my nipples and I ran my hands through his hair, which was shaggy but soft and clean. He came up to kiss my lips, and his tongue moved expertly in circles with mine. He kissed my neck and all down my belly and then undid my jeans and continued down. It felt so wonderful that I started to think about how many women on the road he had made love to in this room. But I didn’t really care. He had his lips on me, and his fingers in me, and I came in no time at all. He sat up and quickly grabbed a condom and I caught a glimpse of him and thought that he would have no trouble getting a career in pornography. Then he was inside me, slowly, and I could feel the whole length and width of him and suddenly Roger and money and driving didn’t matter and he was in and out faster and faster and I was full of him and making low moaning sounds like an actress. But they came from me without any thought or effort on my part, the opposite of when Roger is thrusting and looking at the wall and no doubt recalling some porn scenario and I am yelling and screaming dramatically and thinking just finish, why don’t you, so I can go to sleep. I was feeling the sky and the stars and the sweat and tears and I realized that this was the first time that I have ever actually had a real earth-shattering orgasm in my twenty-nine years of life. It seemed like forever, in a good way, and then Pedro’s soft moans turned louder and he stopped moving and I could feel the pulsating of him coming, even through the condom I felt the whole thing. And then he moved next to me and kissed me softly on the neck and held me like I was the most precious thing in the world. And he asked “Music?” and I said sure and he turned on the radio and there was speaking in Spanish and next, improbably, a song from my childhood. Rita Coolidge singing “We’re All Alone” and I began to cry. Sobbing like a little girl. And Pedro was asking no questions, just stroking my hair. And then I fell asleep.
The next morning sun is streaming through the window and Pedro is softly snoring and I think of Roger and our plans. About the two hundred thousand dollars that we took from the asshole that we worked for. He had so many enemies that he trusted no one and instead of using banks he kept his money socked away all over the place. He wanted to keep two hundred thousand in “mad money” at the factory where we worked and Roger offered him a safe that he had inherited from his grandfather. And the boss, having known Roger for twelve years- long enough to trust him, placed the money inside. I imagine he kept it for impressing out-of-town visitors and buying drugs and God only knows what else. He is a man who thumbs his nose at all the yuppies and corporations while being at heart just as materialistic as any of them. I used to laugh to myself when he would wear his shirt to work that said “Don’t suck corporate cock”, didn’t he realize the only corporate cock around there was his? He put his money in Roger’s grandfather’s safe. Only Roger and myself, the girl he had been fucking, knew that you could change the combination any which way but you would always be able to open it with the secret release on the backside, underneath. I never understood if Roger’s grandfather was a magician or a con artist, but the next thing I knew we took it, on the Thursday before a four-day weekend-- and we were going to leave town with it. And our boss could not really do shit about it, at least not involving the law. Because he never let on to our federal government exactly how much money he had made, in his lucrative jewelry/drug smuggling business. Roger’s idea was to meet in a far away, Podunk town and take two different routes to get there- potentially covering our tracks. So here I was and where was he?
I was not stupid enough to let him hold all the money. I had one hundred thousand and so did he. We were going to California; he wanted to be a musician. A musician and not a rock star. He had that tiresome attitude that commercial artists where somehow less noble and he was going to do his own thing and not “sell out”. He thought he was the most brilliant thing out there when in fact his lyrics had all the emotional power of a jingle advertising cereal. And fuck this “selling out” shit anyway. There is music I like and music I don't like and I am sure it is the same for everyone else. And whether you are Bob Dylan or Britney Spears, somewhere someone has your picture on their wall. And if you inspired someone or made someone happy or hopeful, even in the most insignificant way, how can it be bad?
So lying there in Pedro’s bed I decided, fuck Roger-I was going to go and make a new start by myself. Who needed him? What I wanted was the joy I felt as a child and since there was no way to get that back I would stop settling for whoever liked me and get the hell out of town and maybe see new things and meet new people and maybe I would find my own simple life and have a husband and a little family of my own. To take to the zoo and the beach and the museum. And maybe I would stop living every day worrying about the tragedies that can happen without warning.
Pedro woke up and he pointed to a door. I had assumed it was a closet but it turned out to be a bathroom. Apparently Pedro had lucked into the master bedroom of the house. “Ally-san, you can take shower if you like?” I did like. I went in the shower and Pedro joined me and we made love once more. I knew I should leave as soon as possible before I lost my nerve about ditching Roger. Pedro was shaving with a towel wrapped around his waist when I slipped out of the bathroom and hurried into my clothes. I hopped out through his bedroom window to avoid the rest of the family and the inevitable questions… I was hoping they would sleep late so I could wait for the next bus with no interruptions. I was hoping Pedro would just let it go.
I ran across the parking lot towards the bus stop. The bright sun dazzled me so much that it took a moment before I realized it was Roger’s blue hand-me-down Toyota pick-up that was idling in front of me. “Where the fuck have you been?” he yelled though the driver’s side window.
“Did you expect me to sleep outside on the picnic table?” I said, and my heart was sinking. I climbed into the passengers side, and Roger did a three-point turnabout to get out of the awkward position he had driven himself into. We headed towards the road. Roger never even noticed when Pedro ran out, following us. He was wearing only a towel and yelling something towards the car. I watched him through the passenger-side rear view mirror as he gestured wildly, stopping only to grab his towel before it slid off of his hips. Roger looked ahead at the road, oblivious. Johnny Cash was on his stereo. We drove along for a moment, and then he glanced at me with a smirk. “You ready?” he asked, in a tone that made it sound like I was a little kid that he was taking someplace I had always wanted to go.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied. I was thinking about the two-day window he had given me, and wondered if he used it to look up an old girlfriend and see if she wanted to run off with him instead of me. If that was the case, she definitely had better judgment than I do. I looked at the road that stretched out before us. For me it held as much promise as a prison hallway that leads to an electric chair. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
Saturday, 13 October 2007
Thursday, 11 October 2007
Sunday, 23 September 2007
I had two totally bizarro dreams last night, I think they were prompted by eating a lot of garlic and watching Dogma. The first one took place in an auditorium where some comedian kinda guy was supposed to give a holiday performance. It turned out to be some kind of fucked up performance art. First he pulled the fire alarm, and said we couldn't escape because the doors were all locked. Then he pulled out a big gun like he was taking us all hostage. Then he shut off the house lights so there were only spotlights on him, and he shot a security guard. Then he started shooting random people in the front of the audience, and the rest of the audience was panicking. Then he sprayed some bullets up where i was sitting (with a machine gun) and I could feel something hitting me but it was not bullets because it wasn't piercing my skin. Then a man yelled "it's compressed air! he's bluffing! the other people are in on it" (some good story teller i am, huh "then this happened, then that happened etc) So finally i got up to leave and this lady was saying to me "this was supposed to be THE show of the year, but i find it very offensive!" You had to walk through a fiarground type of place to get back to your car, and there were all these Christmas decorations, Rudolph etc made of wood, and some one had taken an axe and blowtorch to them all.
My other dream took place in the house i grew up in. There were these people that had been shrunken like honey i shrunk the kids size, and i was trying to find them, they kept running away from the cats. Then there was a chase in a bizarre kind of wagon like what the horses pull in New York, i think that is called handsome carriage. I don't know. Why am I writing like Charly? There was a lil rat and i tryed to throw him off the wagon to safety, and we proceeded to back over his tail, leaving it flattened and the lil rat cussing at me. Then I was carrying a tiny man that looked like Richard Gere, and some government agent type of people were telling me to take him in to headquarters to get his id. "Don't mention his size" they warned. As if no one would notice otherwise. Headquarters looked like the lobby of a movie theater, and they gave him an ID with the name Mickey Mouse. Then it switched to a laboratory and a tiny lady that looked like Ileana Douglas was telling me some of the people decided to stay shrunken and form their own little community in a science lab. "Thank God," she said, "I was beginning to think I'd never get married."
Monday, 17 September 2007
1. Who was your first prom date?
ah Cora and I filmed a prom for the video yearbook once, other than that i skipped it
2. Who was your first roommate?
Tiffany, a co-worker....note it is not a good idea to move in with a co-worker or friend you hang out with a lot
4. What was your first job?
Camelot Records at HIlltop Mall
5. What was your first car?
I learned to drive on Cora's Ford Maverick but the first car I owned was a Mercury Topaz
6. Who was the first person you texted today?
no texting today
7. Who is the first person you thought of this morning?
Ben (he woke me up, that fucker) heheheh just kidding BEN
8. Who was your first grade teacher?
9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?
10. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was with you?
well, we had like 6 dogs so there was no sneakin' out of my house. Plus also my bedroom was kinda high up. And then there was the fact that i was a goody two shoes. I did sneak out of Cora's house once, with Cora. And guess who we saw? Ben and Dave. Weird, innit?
11. Who was your first best friend and are you still friends with them?
Staci Powell and she was super rad, I wish I still knew her. Well, maybe she is on myspace...hmmmm
12. Where was your first sleep over?
Prolly at Staci's...we used to do weird things like set her sister's peel-off nailpolish on fire...the brush anyway. Remember that weird nail-polish for kids that was all rubbery and peeled off?
14. Whose wedding were you in the first time?
Lisa's (my sis)
15. What is the first thing you do in the morning?
pee. I mean walk into the bathroom and then pee. This happens before mu alarm would go off. TMI sorry ehehheeh
16. What was the first concert you ever went to?
Huey Lewis and the News on New Years Eve 1986...though before that I saw Kris Krissttofferrrrsssson at the fair, and the Diamonds and the Platters too
17. First tattoo or piercing?
ears, age 9...
18. First foreign country you went to?
19. 1st crush?
20. When was your first detention?
probably a stupid one in middle school for chewing gum in the library or something else fairly innocuous
21. What was the first state you lived in?
22. Who was the first person to break your heart?
Han Solo hahahahah
1. Is anything wrong?
well, i'm hungry, but not for long
2. Where do you want to go to college?
i don't know man
i should go again and get a better job though
it would be fun to just have money and go to classes and just keep learning and shit
3. How many kids do you want to have?
no kids just cats
4. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
but i miss my Dad
5.What did you do for your last birthday?
had lasagna and blue cake with my family
6. What were you doing at midnight last night?
7. Name something you CANNOT wait for.
Rock of Love in 45 minutes hehheh it's dumb but we crack up at it
8. What is one thing you would change in your life?
i want more money
9. Have you ever talked to Tom?
10. Last thing you ate/drank?
11. Whats your favorite month?
12. What is your least favorite month?
13. Do you like peanut butter?
yeah and i choose Jif just like those fuckin' choosy moms
14. Who’s making you feel the way you are right now?
whoever invented beer
15. Most visited webpage?
this one, i mean come on lets not kid ourselves heheheheh this and buzznet and blogger
16. Last person to make you mad?
"don't make me mad, grrrr!" prolly that douche at work, not really mad so much as irritated
17. Coke or pepsi?
can't we all just get along?
18. Fun thing to look forward to this week?
Rock of Love hahahahah just kidding, Ben's birthday on Friday
19.How many siblings do you have?
20. Do you have any pets?
yep, the Mink
21. Whats your favorite number?
22.What do you do after school/work?
23. Do you know how to swim?
24. Do you have a best friend?
25. Do you have a crush?
I VILL CRUSH YOU!!!!
1. Are you jealous of one or more of your friends?
honestly, just Mark W, and that is because he has a super rad job!! But he is on buzznet and so we get to live vicariously through him
2. Have you known any of your friends your whole life?
my sister friends
3. Are any of your friends taller than you?
some of them
4. Have you ever been ditched by a friend?
5. Do you have your friend's phone number's memorized?
6. Have you lost or forgotten a friends phone number?
1. Do you play with things when nervous?
my hair, i twirl it
2. Do you have an odd obsession with knives?
no but i love that knife that Ben got me, that douche at work has some lame lil tiny bladed knock off Swiss Army knife, and i got to go all Crocodile Dundee on his ass
3. Do you sleep with the door open or closed?
4. Is there at least one sound you can't stand?
can't think of it right now but good god this is long ass survey
5. What is your worst habit?
i just picked the scab off of my shin
1. Do you currently like/love someone?
2. Do you want to kill one of your exes?
3. Do you get bored of your girlfriends/boyfriends easily?
depends on the person
4. Has one of your crushes ever called you self-centered before?
yeah, han solo
2. Do you think abortion is horrible and should be illegal?
no...i don't like people who use it as a birth control method, but sometimes there are instances where if it was illegal you would end up with a dead pregnant girl or a baby in a dumpster...so yeah it should not be outlawed good god..what about if you were raped or something
3. Is gay marriage fine by you?
4. Is pink an ugly color?
I love pink
5. Needles aren't so horrible?
6. You have plenty of secrets?
yes, but I just ran out of Secret
1. Have you ever fallen UP the stairs?
heheheh oh is that like a trick question? yes, I did
at the time i was inside an MC Escher drawing
2. Have you ever had a nail fall off?
the thought of that is like the grossest thought that could cross my mind. I am squeamish of finger and toe nails bending and breaking, i keep mine short
3. Have you ever slapped someone across the face?
4. Have you ever killed anyone?
5. Worn the same clothes for a week straight?
1. Have you kissed anyone on your top list?
2. Do you enjoy drama?
3. Have you ever gotten in a fight?
4. Who would you like to hit right now?
i'd like to slap Ben on the ass
5. Is there any type of rumor going around about you?
look at all these rumors, surroundin' me everyday
c'mon you knew that was coming
23. Who will be the first to repost this?
and the bad news is that Brett Somers died...she ruled
Monday, 10 September 2007
1. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead? it's goddamn adorable
2. A big poofy dress or a short party dress? short and poofy heheh i still have this plaid bizarro bubble skirt thing i got at Target that I can't find an occasion for...it's very odd but i love it
3. What would you do if you received a long love letter? i dunno i am not big on love letters, they make me feel like laughing or crawling in a hole
4. Group dates or single dates? either
5. Do you hate it when guys act different around their friends? yeah that's weak
6. Are diamonds a girl’s best friend? There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer
7. Is your hair up or down today? up
8. Do you straighten your hair? no
9. Favorite mascara? the one in the pink with the green cap...i think it's covergirl? i dunno but it is old skoooooolioioio
10. Do you get your nails done? i just bite them
11. Small or large purses? whatever it takes heh
12. In your purse, what are your must haves? keys, knife, wallet, pellet gun, tampons
13. Jeans or sweats? jeans
14. Do you wear clothes/shoes/jewelry that’s uncomfortable? only if i am dressing up for something silly
15. Do you text message a lot? nah
16. What would you do if you got pregnant? cry
17. What’s your favorite color?black...however I have just re-learned that black is an absence of ANY color, thanks Dr Loomis...sorry about that Michael Myers thing.
18. Heels or flats? flats
19. Did you ever cry during a romantic movie? yeah Life is Beautiful or Ghost or something
20. Would you ever leave the house without make-up on? yeah
well i usually feel better if i have my eyebrows drawn in
21. Walmart or Target? target
22. Do you wear collared shirts? not really
23. Do you like preppy boys? naw
24. Do you think lip gloss is the best!? no whatcha know about me whatcha whatcha know about me. i am too old to know that song
25. Do you own any big sunglasses? yeah and Ben likes to wear them...SLeetstack!
26. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?like 45 minutes
27. Do you like to wear band-aids? i;m stuck on band-aids
28. Do you like skater boys? i'm too old for that too
29. Do you often wish there was something you could change? yes
30. Gold or silver? silver
31. Do you like to receive flowers? sure
32. Do you like surfer boys? internet surfer boys heheh
33. Do you dress up for the holidays? halloween
34. Do you like to wear dresses?yeah
35. On a scale of 1-10 how much do guys confuse you? 6 although it does kind depend on the guy
36. In the last 48 hours have you hung out with a guy? yes, all 48 of them in fact
37. Would you date a guy shorter than you? i have done
38. Do you like to hold hands? sure
39. What is the youngest you would date?i'm off the market
40. What is the oldest you would date?did you hear me sucka i said i'm off the market and i am cringing that i called it "the market"
41. What do you notice when you first meet a guy? whether he stinks
42. Is it hott when guys sweat? yeah heat is often the cause of the sweatiness heheh
43. What is the best feature in a guy? easygoingness
44. Do you like making eye contact? yeah
46. Would you kill for chocolate? only if it's SCHARFFEN BERGER
47. Did you ever spend all day/night getting pretty for a guy? yeah the entire day *and* night and then he stood me up, the bastard. Although I was asleep, having just been awake for 24 hours. Hmm maybe he knocked and I didn't hear it.hahah
48. On a scale from 1-10 how fun is shopping? depends on what you are shopping for and how much money you have
49. Do you freak out if you miss your favorite show? none of my favorite are currently first run
50. Do you yell a lot? no
51. Do you wear sweatpants/pajamas to school/work? used 2, 2 skool
52. Have you ever dressed unlike yourself to impress a guy? no
53. Do you write a lot of mushy love poems? no
54. What makeup could you not live w/ out? eyebrow pencil heheh
55. Do you fall in love easily? No, but i do fall easily. Clumsy me
56. Do you have cramps? no, but i have really bad gas and Ben can vouch
57. Do you think you have the bestest friend ever? yea!!!!
Sunday, 2 September 2007
i am in a goofy mood, i feel like writing but i can't
On a random personal trivia note: tonight I drank my first ever Hamm's (from the land of sky-blue wa-ah-ters). So i think I have fulfilled my quest to try every beer I saw advertised as a child. To prove that alcohol advertisements have an averse effect on children. That is my excuse and I'm sticking to it. heheh but hamms even had a fuckin' cartoon bear for fuck's sake. Oh shit Schlitz Malt Liquor. The one with the bull. Oh well, I will soldier on drunkenly.
Ben is watching COPS and it's non-stop sirens good god make it stop!
Monday, 27 August 2007
but i'm here again...I have a love/hate relationship with this blog because sometimes I feel like it is too personal. But I will give it a try again. Lamely, I don't have a particular topic to write about. I am through moving and we got a really cool apartment... and we have been having a lot of fun. Today I had the day off work and I spent it drinking beer, reading, and messing about online. Time well spent? :P
It's nice to just relax, but then again I have bills and such coming up and we need to get our finances figured out. I dunno I just wanted to write something on here.
Saturday, 21 July 2007
I got engaged
I got a new job
I found a cool place to live with my fiance
Here is the funny thing about my fiance: he was my high school best friend's boyfriend, and his high school best friend was my boyfriend. That is still his best friend. I barely talk to my high school best friend. And that is a common difference between men and women it seems. If the internet was around while we were in high school and college, I think I would have continued to stay in better touch with her. But she kind of moved in an opposite direction right away, marriage and kids, and she doesn't seem to like the fun internet time wasting crap that I love- like this and buzznet and myspace and flickr.
So, now that I have my own computer back again (or will soon) I am going to start blogging again on my blogger blog. Modern technology, ya gotta love it.