Beach Baby

Ross and I try to replicate the famous Coppertone ad.

We fail miserably.

Time to Redefine Me

I'm now part of Ross' shirt...



I'm so pointless...

2 more days!

I'm so excited.. 2 more days until my Tracy-kins comes back to Edmonton to visit me. I haven't seen her in a year, and it'll be nice to have a girlfriend to confide in again!

Screw you, rest of Canada

Don't take the title of this entry seriously.. I just stumbled on a webpage titled that and can't stop giggling.



To see the rest, check out this page.

Someone with about as much time, but a lot more skill than I photoshopped this and the others cheques at the above site. I stumbled on it while I, in a fit of desperation, googled to see if there's any more information on when the cheques are coming.

Yesterday's mail was a serious let-down for me, since I personally am desperately waiting for my little windfall to come in, so I can pay some bills and perhaps put something other than condiments in the fridge. Last I heard, they were due in between the 12th and the 31st, and here I sit, on the 28th, desperate for Monday's mail to come in.

Being broke sucks..

Have any fellow Albertans recieved their $400 yet?

Simpson-Maker

Bored tonight..

I guess this is what I'd look like if I were in a Simpsons episode:



Crazy.. I highly recommend this if you're also bored, unemployed and up at 4:30 in the morning.

Let me reiterate... I REALLY need a job!

It's 2:41 am

Why the hell are we all still up?

I think it's all due to this guy...



What is it about him?

I think he radiates energy that forces us all awake.

Yay Brendan!










I need a job. :(

Too Many People.. Not Enough Orgies...

So I woke up this morning, rolled out of bed and wandered past the utility room door clad in my flannel PJs and sporting my signature bedhead when I noticed a strange man smiling at me in my utility room.

I smiled back and went upstairs to get my cigarettes.

I think it's a sign of how many new people I meet in a week, that seeing some strange man in my house does absolutely nothing to faze me now.

Apparently it was the ATCO guy and he was changing the gas meter in the basement since it's an old model.

About 10 minutes later (and halfway through my first smoke of the morning) he asks Ross and I to come downstairs to check something out.

We follow him down, and he proceeds to open up the furnace.

The inside is completely blackened, but I'm so female.. I know nothing about plumbing and heating, I'm assuming this is how a furnace looks on the interior.

"How long has it been like this?", he asks, motioning at the black grit.

I couldn't honestly remember ever seeing it any other way, and I said so.

"I'm surprised you're all still alive"

Now I'm not accustomed to being told 15 minutes after waking and prior to finishing a cigarette that I should have been dead twice over, so I obviously ask him to explain.

As it turns out the black crud is carbon, and the house has probably been full of carbon monoxide the entire time I've lived here.

Scary stuff.

He also can't turn on the furnace until it's been cleaned, since it's a safety and health hazard, so I have to call landlord Steve to get him to recruit some furnace cleaning type people to perform the task lest I be left without heat.

See?

This is one of the perks of renting.

Anyway, between the furnace guys (one of which Ross and I mutually agreed was very nice eye candy), Steve popping in to see what's wrong with the plumbing to my dishwasher, and bringer-of-bad-tidings ATCO guy, I think I had to talk to too many people today.

Anti-social mode on.

I lied...

I know I promised something funny tonight.. I lied.

I was in a fabulous mood up until a point in my evening where obviously my happy demeanour dissapated.

So herein follows my ramblings:

I'm not going to settle for something.. I did that for a year, and I kick myself every time I think about it. Settling for someone who is still mourning the loss of someone else, is bound for failure. You're only a stepping stone for them on the way back up into the world of fully-functioning human beings.

I'm not willing to accept myself as someone who's 'unloveable', and if you haven't fallen for me and got over her yet, then you might never. It's not my fault that you have a penchant for falling for ice queens, but I can't classify myself as one, so 'meant to be' seems like quite a leap.

You're right, I did accept and like you for who you were.

I can't change you, and I never wanted to, but I guess I'm partially at fault for placing a 'deadline' on this, and maybe that now seems too much like changing things.

This was all supposed to be no pressure, so I refuse to force the issue anymore.

Right now I'm just trying to rebuild and move on since I really think that might be the best thing, and I don't need you calling to ask how things are with me. They're fine.. checking here was always an option, whether you chose to take it or not. You were welcome to take the cowards way out.. it's basically why I maintain a blog.

In any case.. I won't be waiting, I refuse to be so jaded and bitter about the situation that I'm going to go into hiding, and you're welcome to take that however you want. You figure out what's best for you..

If it's me, let me know.

If it's not, let it die.

Ross and I need a schedule...

So badly.

I cannot believe we stayed up until 5 this morning.

We are so addicted to The Urbz, it's not even funny.

We both need to start work and go to bed at decent times.

I think I remember him saying something about getting up by 11 to clean the house, but it's 3.. I just woke up 1/2 an hour ago, and he's still in bed.

I'll post something mildly humorous later... I promise.

Notes to Selves

This proves it. We are all dopes and living together is making us dopier by the day.

And now..

Excerpted Music

...
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don't want to fight
I'm tired of being sorry
...
Maybe you were right
But baby I was lonely
I don't want to fight
I'm tired of being sorry
I'm standing in the street
Crying out for you
No one sees me
But the silver moon
So far away - so outer space
I've trashed myself - I've lost my way
I've got to get to you

The song is 'Tired of Being Sorry (Spanishfaster)' by Ringside, and I think it's doing a marvelous job of summarizing how I feel this evening.

So Shane... how's the mundane reading material so far? ;)

Corey in a Hat

I honestly can think of no caption to go along with this, but Corey stole Ross' hat and he looked cute and then conned me to put it on my blog. So here.. here's Corey in a hat.

I am..

a technology whore.

No word of a lie.. my PC, video games, text messaging.. I pretty much haven't stopped all day.

Now I need to walk my dogs to the store to get more cigarettes to smoke whilst texting, chatting and playing.

Boys.. Toys.. All That Jazz

Corey took me for a rip in the Chrysler 300C he was test driving today.

Nice ride.

Guess who's completely head over heels for it?

Vic-TORY

I fell asleep last night at a very decent hour, and didn't have a chance to check the results of yesterday's election.

Woke up this morning and promptly checked yahoo.ca to see if my vote for change made a difference at all, and I guess it did!

Although I have friends in Ontario that I really care about, I am part of the Western movement that believes we've been dominated by Ontario and Quebec for too long. I don't feel that the west has had a voice in a long time, and it puts my mind at ease knowing that the Tory's leader is based out of Calgary and will ensure that the West gets the same treatment our friends in Central Canada have always got. It feels like a win for the west.

For the past 12 years, Canada has been under Liberal rule, which for me, means that for the entire portion of my life I've been conscious of politics, I've only ever experienced Liberal government. And I enjoy change.

I'm excited to think that things might change. Optimistic might be a better word.. but there's still an underlaying current of excitement for me.

And hey.. if it really doesn't work out, we only have to deal with it for 4 years. Four years is not a lot of time in the grand scope of things.

And no.. I'm not part of the Western seperatists. I love my country, and have no intentions on wanting to be a part of seperating from it.

Something else I wanted to address is the utter APATHY most people my age have for voting.

It doesn't make a difference. My vote doesn't count.

They're all criminals and liars anyway.

I don't know who to vote for.

I'm too busy. I have to work/clean/cook/go to the gym.

C'mon people.. 15 minutes every 4 years. You spend that much time staring at walls everyday, and the polls are open for 12 hours on election day!

Take an active interest in the world outside the clubs... your vote does count (if it didn't, why would people vote at all?)

It's one of our only democratic rights, so take advantage of it!

Why the apathy?

PS. Did you know it's actually a serious breach of the Canada Elections act to eat your ballot?

Hmm.. learn something new everyday!

I voted!

Yay.. am now a member of the active Canadian electorate.

If something sucks politically, I guess I can bitch now.

Have a Bad Day!

Today is January 23rd, people.. the gloomiest day of 2006.

Scientists, by a combination of economic and environmental factors, have deduced a complex mathematical formula that calculates today's date as this year's all time low.

Some reasons for today being the worst of '06?

January is the time of the year when people are simply working to pay off debts accrued at Christmas, don't have a lot of holiday festivities to look forward to, are often depressed about a broken New Year's resolution, combined with the shorter days, less than wonderful weather and it being MONDAY.. it's no wonder.

The good news? Look forward to June 23.. by the same equation, the happiest day of 2006!

Don't..

You.. person who wrote the heartfelt entry meant for me this evening..

Don't pity me.

The last thing I want or need is your pity.

Don't even try to dispute it.. be honest with yourself.. you were trying to pity me, and I don't want it.

My Newest Charity Case

Ross' Mom gave me this bamboo tree tonight at dinner. Needs some TLC and a lot of light, but I'll try my hand at it.

Crap.. Damn.. Crap

Today I decided to retake the IQ test at Tickle.com, and much to my dismay realized I'm only 2 IQ points smarter than I was last time I took it 2 years ago.. I went from 122 to 124.

Define "Love"

Now that I've had some time to think on it.. I think I can improve on my definition of the word 'love'.

The Webster's definition of love:

love (luv) n. [1. a strong affection or liking for someone or something 2. a passionate affection for one of the opposite sex 3. the object of such affection; sweetheart

I have a few problems with this definition. I feel strong affection for many people in my life, but not to the extent that I could say I love them. And it is 2006... a passionate affection for one of the opposite sex is not an apt definition in this day and age. Nor is purely passion itself.

Love is pure unadulterated joy at seeing that person or hearing from that person. That warm and comfortable feeling you have when you're near them. Understanding, support.

You fall asleep thinking of them in some capacity, and when you wake up, the same thing. The nights you're lucky enough to fall asleep together with that person, you can't help but feel infinite and content.

They never 'complete you'.. they compliment you.

You can appreciate their quirks and eccentricities because you know they make that person, the person they are. He has to sleep on a specific side of the bed, she's an ace in the kitchen, but always burns toast. You've always found it adorable, and with each passing day, that doesn't change.

You feel important, accepted, cherished, understood and everything else that is good in the world by this person.

So... not short enough to be the dictionary definition, but we can find faults in brevity, too. I think I can apply this definition of love to every person I claim to love today.

In any case.. not a word to be bandied around with for sure. I was never the kind of girl who rushed up to her friends in the hallways between classes, exclaiming, "Oh-my-God.. I love you!". I take the usage of such a word seriously.

Any other additions?

I'm Over It...

Going to drink now.. read 2 posts prior.

Being Led On

To Someone: Well, since you know that I'm not a private person like you, this shouldn't come as any surprise to you.

Well, I found out tonight that someone I thought was close to me isn't AS close as I thought he was.

I found out that for the past few months, I've basically been getting led on by this person, and now sort of feel like I was just the stand in (AGAIN) to help a boyfriend get over someone else.

Hell.. I oughta make this a service, I'm getting so good at it.

Moral of the story, folks.. treat your significant others like shit, so they pine for you for the next year and a half.

Quick Vent

Do I need another guy who doesn't want to talk about the things that are bothering him?

Do I really want to put 100% of myself into another relationship to get a return of less than half?

Do I want to do all this again?

We learn from our mistakes, don't we?

Alcohoroscopes

Sounds like me..

This shit's getting old..

I'm going to take preventative measures on tomorrow being as lackluster and boring-ass as today was.

I'm going to buy cigarettes and hole myself in the basement and become creative genius type person.

So Tired.. No more Social Butterfly

So yesterday I got back from a great interview at CIBC downtown, and Ross asks if I would mind backing him up to go meet some girl he evidently met in the bathroom at Buddy's and her friend who he's been talking to online.

God knows I have nothing more spectacular going on in my life than sitting at home watching a re-run of Sex and the City with popcorn, so I'm definitely game.

We catch a bus downtown, grab cappuccinos at Starbucks, and just enjoy a Ross and Bridgit night.

The girl we were going to meet, Shelby, has this really great apartment just off downtown in Oliver Square, and apparently, was making us spaghetti.

She's a sweetheart. The sort of girl who seems to be friends with everyone, and I definitely think she's one-upped me in the queen of the 'fruit flies' department. Gay men seemed to parade in and out of that apartment as if it were their own.

I felt bad, but really stuck around long enough to have a cocktail and a plate of food and then left Ross to fend for himself.

Got back to the house, and Brendan, a guy Corey and I know from Dawson, is here. I guess he's buying a truck off of the dealership Corey works at, and is just waiting for financing to go through.

I know how Corey is when he has company, though, he plays with his technology, and really just seems to enjoy people being around him while he chats online or texts people on his Blackberry.

I couldn't leave Brendan to fend for himself, so I stuck around.

At about 1:30, Craig calls us from the airport and says he's on the way to our place to pick up his truck.

Just another reason to stay up.

He and Missy get here, and the 5 of us argue for a good hour on the merits of why they should sleep and leave in the morning, rather than leaving right away.

Corey's meanwhile (go figure) on the phone with Mike, trying to convince HIM on why it's a good idea to drive across the city to come visit.

I think my night gets a little foggy after that.

I know Craig and Missy won the argument and left at about 3.. and I do remember dragging my ass downstairs at 4, but other than that. Ugh..

I'm not cut out for this social shite.

Cleaning Day 2006

Had to post pictures of Ross and I 'synergizing' while being really 'proactive go-getters'. Wish I could forward these pics on to prospective employers to really emphasize the essence of US.

This is it.

The house must stay clean for the rest of the year.

Aren't my PJs hot?

My Fur Covered Alarm Clock

So being that Corey and I both had it stuck in our fat noggins that Craig and Missy were back from the Dominican last night and thus would need to come pick up the truck and perhaps grab a few hours of sleep to recover from the inevitable jet-lag, I waited until about 3 am for the phone call.

Ross and I watched an episode or two of 'Dead like Me', but mostly I smoked and made sure the phone was still working.

Nada in the way of phone calls, so I went downstairs and watched a few cartoons before promptly passing out, TV still on.

I woke up this morning, after a particularly vivid and strange pirate dream, to realize the TV in my room was still turned to the Cartoon Network, switched it off and prepared to fall back to sleep.

No such luck.

Lincoln, who had been in his crate since late last night, when he wouldn't leave Steve alone to do some electrical work, had evidently been accustomed to the sound of the TV. Smart puppy has realized that the sound abruptly ending means that Mom is up in some capacity, even if she's only groggily pulling herself to the end of the bed to grope for the remote.

Screams ensue.

Now, Siberians aren't a breed known for barking. In fact, Summer generally only vocalizes when she's happy to see someone or scared for my safety. Strangely, the sounds she makes for either sound eerily alike, but never mind.

Lincoln, on the other hand, vocalizes ALL THE TIME. On the weekends when Wayne is here, he woos good morning, and then sits by the door and 'sings' at Wayne, hoping the cute gurgling sounds he's making are enough to either entice or annoy you to let him outside before Summer.

He also woos when he wants breakfast.

He woos when he wants a cookie.

And he woos when he wants supper.

Everything else merits a scream.

He screams when Summer takes his chewy away.

He screams when he's got to go, NOW.

He screams when someone locks him away so he won't be such a nuisance. Poor dear.. we just haven't learned yet.

And he certainly screams when Mom doesn't cater to his every desire/need/whim/request RIGHT NOW.

I fear I've raised a rather spoiled puppy.

Oh.. and in closing..

Ross would like to query as to why no one has commented on his crotch?

He and I have decided there is an imbalance in the universe of Corey if getting laid more regularly than us.

The world is a sad, strange little place.

Discreet Adventures????

So me, being the night owl I am, and not having a certain cuddly individual in bed with me this evening, was watching the Late Show tonight when the most DISTURBING commercial came on.

It's for this website Discreet Adventures and apparently the premise of the site is for people who are married or otherwise attached who are seeking solace in another's arms. I'm thinking, "What the Hell possesses someone to create a website to cater to people looking to cheat?"

Anywhoo.. I signed up, not because I'm looking for a *ahem* discreet adventure, but so Ross and I could laugh at the losers who are looking to cheat on their unsuspecting spouses during the wee hours of the morning. And to bemoan how horrible our society is.

Check me out.. my name is Sarah, and I'm a vegetarian, agnostic, blonde with a bachelors in marketing. My interests include sharing fantasies, being creative with food, and apparently various sado-masochistic rites. I also think my boobs are my best feature. Woohoo! Ain't the Internet grand?

Off to find out why Corey is moaning at 2 in the morning.

What Color Should my Eyes Be?

Your Eyes Should Be Green

Your eyes reflect: Striking attractiveness and danger What's hidden behind your eyes: A vivid inner world

What Color Should Your Eyes Be?

Mmm Yeah.. Drugs are BAD, kids

So last night I had a little slip of my usual self control when it comes to drugs. I rarely do them, limit myself to about 3 times a year, tops, and that's usually when I'm home and the folks are smoking up.

Anyway, last night I was talking to Corey and Gunner in Corey's room, when Gunner sparks up a doobie and passes it to me. I contemplated it for a second, and thought, "Hmm.. it's a little early in the year, but what the hey", and took a hoot.

Now.. with weed, I'm giddy for about 2.5 seconds and then my primary needs are for food and sleep. Possibly food while napping. And water.

Reason enough not to do it, but like I said... was a slip up.

I went downstairs to watch some more TV with Wayne, and things were fine.

I was just about to admit what I'd done before I passed out, when Ross comes downstairs.

"We're ordering Pizza"

"Mmmm.. Pizza.. what kind? Are they still...?"

"Oh yeah.. they're all stoned, you're looking better"

Wayne tenses up and glances at me, to which I try to smooth the situation by saying 'Ta Da! There's my admission!'

Why Oh Why, does pot make you think stupid things like that are funny, or a good idea?

I think it's then I realize Wayne's one pissed off little trooper, and I'm in deep ka-ka.

I know.. it was dumb..

I guess what I'm trying to say is, Wayne, I'm extremely sorry about last night.

Baby Jolie-Pitt

It's official, folks.. Brangelina is expecting...

I'm pretty damn psyched to see what the 'most beautiful baby in the world' will look like, but damn that Pitt fellow for his ability to procreate and take her from the world of single-dom!

Hmm.. it suddenly becomes apparent why Wayne has referred to me as 'the closet lesbian'.

BTW, I've unabashedly just changed my screensaver from a slideshow of my favorite 'Cyanide and Happiness' cartoons to my favorite Angie pics.

Haha.. and it confirms former statement.

Kate Beckinsale's hot, too.

The modern day answer to the question.. Who's Compensating?

Corey's Blackberry on the left, and Wayne's on the right.

My Must Sees

So Wayne and I went to 'Flight Plan' last night at the cheap theatres, and I must say I was pleasantly surprised.

Jodie Foster is a wonderful, emotional actress, and she certainly did this part justice.

Synopsis of the movie is basically that Jodie's character has recently lost her husband, who we find out, apparently 'fell' off the roof of their apartment building in Germany. His death is deemed a suicide, by all but her character, who believes it was an accident or conspiracy of sorts.

To pick up the pieces of their lives, her daughter and her fly to America to live with her parents and to bury her deceased husband.

Panic ensues when Foster's character wakes up, part-way through the flight and discovers her 6 year old daughter missing.

Then, when none of the passengers or staff will admit to ever seeing the small child, or believing she was even on the plane, she finds herself at odds with the crew, fellow passengers and her own sanity.

I could guess at a few of the twists, but I've always been fairly good at recognizing foreshadowing, and the movie was definitely worth the $3.50 admission we paid at the cheap theatre.

If you have a cheap theatre near you.. go see!

Yes.. I'm still unemployed, and after Wayne's $800 afternoon visit with his lawyer to finalize the details for his new business, he's not exactly in a great place, financially either.

On a good note, however.. I had a marvelous interview this morning with the HR guy from the Brick's Corporate office. I'm very optimistic, and hopeful on this front as the job is pretty much my dream job, entailing full, very busy and varied days and a comparable salary to what I was making at Instaloans, with none of the morality issues of the aforementioned. Cross your fingers for me!

Anywho...

I've got a few movies in the upcoming month that I am DYING to see!

My two 'rain-beaus' (aka gay boyfriends) have now both gone to see 'Brokeback Mountain' WITHOUT ME, to my extreme chagrin.

I would have loved to go with Corey and Gunner the night they went (beats feeling like a third wheel with Mike and Ross who are still in the 'formation' stages of their relationship, ie. MAY MAKE OUT IN THEATRE!), but after dragging Wayne out to the gay club on Friday I didn't have the heart to keep bombarding him with 'homo-culture', so have now resigned myself to attending alone. With jujubes and licorice.

The trailer just gives me goosebumps, and no, contrary to what may be going through your heads, it has nothing to do with the two eye-candy headliners (although Jake Gyllenhaal does have absolutely STUNNING eyes!). The story just moves me.. it's a little more universal to me than a 'gay cowboy movie'.. it's about love thwarted. That gets me way down.. well, you know... I'm a chick.. so sue me!

Oh yes... and Mike has now dubbed me 'Queen of the Fag-Hags' because I now reside with two gay men. Yay! Crowns!

Also -- 'Memoirs of a Geisha' looks quite good, and as I read the book and was a big fan of it, I'd love to see how they transformed it to film. I'll be waiting. Inevitably another movie I'll end up seeing by my lonesome, though. :(

And finally.. 'Eight Below'. And hell.. you know nothing about me if you can't understand why I'd want to see this cheesy Paul Walker/Disney movie. Dogs, baby, Dogs!

I'm going to drive Wayne nuts with my "I Know that dog, and that dog and that dog", because, well, I do.

I know 3 of the dogs acting in that movie, and hey, animals can be celebrities, too!

Let's face it.. the dog fancy circles just aren't THAT BIG. Especially with Siberian Huskies starring in the movie!

*sigh* Who's a moron?

Cheers!

Safer Phone Sex

Check it out! Ross and I had phone sex!

Welcome to the World!

Well, I'm currently still a little bitter that Corey went out and got a Blackberry less than 3 weeks after Wayne showed up at West Ed with a Blackberry of his own.. honestly.. what is up with these boys? I mention I'd like one and they automatically one up me?

Anywho, despite the fact that I told them both I was holding out for one instead of getting a cell, but just needed the funds in order to buy the hardware outright, Corey decided I needed to be contacted on a regular basis. Keeping in mind that my state of employment is well, ok, I'm a broke ass bum with no job... I figured having just another way to get in touch with yours truly wasn't such a bad idea. So he gave me his phone, now that he's switched from Telus to Rogers and is still bound to the Telus contract. Besides.. lots of opportunities for me to text dirty things to Wayne...



And there's my baby.. the phone I mean, not Ross' crotch, although I'm fond of that as well.

What else?

Oh yeah, I'm unemployed, so that sucks.

I drink a lot of Coff-ay (just for you OW!) and stare at the computer screen for like 6 hours a day, and that's just about it.

*Shrugs* Oh well.. like they say.. no news is good news.

Yay.. PORN

Package of Durex XXL Condoms.. $5.95

Pearl Shower Pal.. $32.95

Carnal Garden DVD.. $9.95

Contemplating watching The Little Mermaid when you discover your new porn doesn't work.. PRICELESS!

Thursday Thirteens

Thirteen Things about Bridgit's Week

1…. Got home after a fun-filled week with the fam. Packed more things into the car than I came with. Love Christmas!
2…. Got ready for New Years fun.. drank copious amounts of coffee until the wee hours and attempted to clean. Failed miserably.
3…. Ross moved in, Dear Sweet Original Wayne (Corina has re-named him) arrives, we jet to Ross' mom's house for a wonderful home cooked meal. Makes Lipton Sidekicks pale in comparison.
4…. New Years fun ensues. House full of hilarious drunken gay men ensures no fights break out.. sans the fight little Corey, or Corey2 as he has been dubbed, with his upset stomach. Premixed Kahlua Mudslides are decidedly potent to his extremely small stature. He becomes great friends with the upstairs WC.
5…. We have an amazingly good first day of '06. No upsets, few headaches, and mass amounts of grilled cheese sandwiches help. We do precisely nothing all afternoon.
6…. I finally get to meet Original Wayne's illusive friend, Geo. A year of hearing stories, anecdotes, etc about the friend I was beginning to think didn't think existed, comes to a close. I know a Geo.
7…. We go furniture shopping the second day of '06 for Wayne's condo. I discover that kitchen tables can be amazing things, and that some actually stand upright. Debate spending $1500, also, on something to brag about to people who come over, and then decide I would also enjoy eating food off of it. Consider just buying a table cloth to cover the fact my current dining room table sags badly on one end.
8…. Embarass myself in front of sales lady at Revolve furniture when she discovers me giving bedroom eyes to Wayne while groping one of the posts on a bed suggestively. Decide to stop being a public nympho -- at least, all the time.
9…. Corey procrastinates about grocery shopping again. Resign myself to another week of Sidekicks.
10…. Go for a job interview at the General Veterinary Hospital, it goes well.
11…. Corey's a bastard.. he doesn't deserve his new Blackberry.. Bah.
12…. Ran out of 'supplies'.. contemplated buying shares in Trojan. Visit 24 hour sex shop instead.
13…. Spend an hour browsing toys, lubes, costumes, etc in Sex Shop.. see next post.



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What Kind of Girl Am I?

You are a Brainy Girl!

Whether you're an official student or a casual learner, you enjoy hitting the books. You know a little bit about everything, and you're always dying to know more. For a guy to win your heart, he's got to share some of your intellectual interests. A awesome book collection of his own doesn't hurt either!

What Kind of Girl Are You?

Rock on '06!

Well, I knew 2005 was going to be a year I'd be happy to kick in the ass on the way out when DHW and I got into a fight less than 2 hours into the year in our hotel bathroom.

The topic?

His sudden proclivity for taking care of only HIS business in the bedroom 5 minutes into the game.

Know what I mean?

Anyway, I'm gunning on 2006 being a staggering-ly damn good year!

And why not? My resolution this year?

Have a lot more sex....

XOXO