i may conceive a child this weekend. and it shall be named kitten toot jr.
i would like to give a special shout-out to my nose---
thank you for being such a bitch and making me get up in class 17 times to go blow you. i really appreciate that i couldn't even take my test without you hounding me for more attention. and now you're raw, because i wasn't prepared with the puffs with lotion tissues and was forced to use the b&e one-ply toilet paper all day. i hope you're happy that you caused our mutual pain.
yesterday i woke up literally plastered to my pillow with some kind of sweaty, skanky film that had taken over my body. i couldn't swallow, my head was pounding, my ears hurt and i couldn't breathe ...so all and all it was a favorable situation. i ended up calling off work and thought i'd have to go to the doctor but plugged through the entire day, african dance and all. hats off.
today i'm feeling much better, and my nose seems to be the only thing that's bothering me. hopefully all my other sympies migrated south for the winter.
last weekend i went to a mardi gras party at the gay club vice versa. let's just say that my friend danielle wanted to enter the wet t-shirt contest, so thinking in the mind of drag queens and shims, i drew faces on her breasticles with markers. the rest of the night becomes hazy, but i think i only flashed one person for beads, and then i realized that my self respect missed me and wanted to come back home. [EDIT: wait, i did start just taking my tank top down right in the middle of the dance floor and blamed it on jeremy, but i later got myself under control.] i also gave up some beads so i could see some random selection of peni, but that's another story.
pictures from this night can be seen here, but let me warn you that it does contain nudity...and necessarily the good kind. don't say i didn't warn you.
i also took the financial plunge and bought myself a mini pink ipod, and our relationship is going strong. i found a student discount on the apple site, so my wallet isn't didn't burst into quite a fiery ash pile. i even had my name engraved on the back for free, because that's the way i roll. itunes has totally fucked up my computer but who am i to judge? i'll take pictures of me making out with my poddy poo later...we're still getting to know each other, and i don't usually put out on first dates. (unless you count all the other times i've put out on first dates.)
anyway, I'M GOING TO PHILADELPHIA FOR THE WEEKEND! i can't contain my excitement, because i rarely get out of this damn state, and i need to spread my wings and fly and become multilingual. i'm going with my business fraternity alpha kappa psi, and i really have no interest in attending any of the conventions, so don't be surprised if i fake a menstrual attack and tuck into a dark alleyway looking for street drugs. eric is also going on the trip this weekend, so that make for an interesting interaction. maybe we can discuss the china patterns he's putting on his wedding registry.
too bad the entire philadelphia area will inevitably only have real philly steak & cheese subs and not ones made with steak-ums. i only like steak-ums and will refuse anything else. i'm like the opposite of every other carnivore on this earth.
a typical conversation with a philly steak salesperson/kiosk attendee:
me: do you have real meat or steak-ums on your sandwich?
them: (thinking that i would want the
real thing and not the processed version) oh, well, we have REAL STEAK!
me: okay, thanks, bye.
um, well i'm exhausted and have yet to pack, but i have to go to african dance and vibrate and shake like a cheap motel bed.
if you live in philly, let me know of some hip hot spots that the kids like to visit these days. SPANKS!
thank you for being such a bitch and making me get up in class 17 times to go blow you. i really appreciate that i couldn't even take my test without you hounding me for more attention. and now you're raw, because i wasn't prepared with the puffs with lotion tissues and was forced to use the b&e one-ply toilet paper all day. i hope you're happy that you caused our mutual pain.
yesterday i woke up literally plastered to my pillow with some kind of sweaty, skanky film that had taken over my body. i couldn't swallow, my head was pounding, my ears hurt and i couldn't breathe ...so all and all it was a favorable situation. i ended up calling off work and thought i'd have to go to the doctor but plugged through the entire day, african dance and all. hats off.
today i'm feeling much better, and my nose seems to be the only thing that's bothering me. hopefully all my other sympies migrated south for the winter.
last weekend i went to a mardi gras party at the gay club vice versa. let's just say that my friend danielle wanted to enter the wet t-shirt contest, so thinking in the mind of drag queens and shims, i drew faces on her breasticles with markers. the rest of the night becomes hazy, but i think i only flashed one person for beads, and then i realized that my self respect missed me and wanted to come back home. [EDIT: wait, i did start just taking my tank top down right in the middle of the dance floor and blamed it on jeremy, but i later got myself under control.] i also gave up some beads so i could see some random selection of peni, but that's another story.
pictures from this night can be seen here, but let me warn you that it does contain nudity...and necessarily the good kind. don't say i didn't warn you.
i also took the financial plunge and bought myself a mini pink ipod, and our relationship is going strong. i found a student discount on the apple site, so my wallet isn't didn't burst into quite a fiery ash pile. i even had my name engraved on the back for free, because that's the way i roll. itunes has totally fucked up my computer but who am i to judge? i'll take pictures of me making out with my poddy poo later...we're still getting to know each other, and i don't usually put out on first dates. (unless you count all the other times i've put out on first dates.)
anyway, I'M GOING TO PHILADELPHIA FOR THE WEEKEND! i can't contain my excitement, because i rarely get out of this damn state, and i need to spread my wings and fly and become multilingual. i'm going with my business fraternity alpha kappa psi, and i really have no interest in attending any of the conventions, so don't be surprised if i fake a menstrual attack and tuck into a dark alleyway looking for street drugs. eric is also going on the trip this weekend, so that make for an interesting interaction. maybe we can discuss the china patterns he's putting on his wedding registry.
too bad the entire philadelphia area will inevitably only have real philly steak & cheese subs and not ones made with steak-ums. i only like steak-ums and will refuse anything else. i'm like the opposite of every other carnivore on this earth.
a typical conversation with a philly steak salesperson/kiosk attendee:
me: do you have real meat or steak-ums on your sandwich?
them: (thinking that i would want the
real thing and not the processed version) oh, well, we have REAL STEAK!
me: okay, thanks, bye.
um, well i'm exhausted and have yet to pack, but i have to go to african dance and vibrate and shake like a cheap motel bed.
if you live in philly, let me know of some hip hot spots that the kids like to visit these days. SPANKS!