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Aug 29, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Current Events, Etc., Fitness Forward, Friendship, Out of Wicked's Mouth, P.O.E. Biz, Parenting, Random, Ranteriffic, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms, bitch
Today is as good a day as any to write a blog about things that have been 1) happening 2) not happening and 3) wandering around my thoughts like a transient.
Can you picture a transient with their backpack-on-a-stick in my head? Can ya?
What exactly is today though? Today is Friday. That is it. It is not a special day by any means. It is a Friday just like any other Friday. Instead of doing what I am supposed to be doing which is my job – I am sitting here pondering what this blog will discuss.
(by the time you are reading it though, it could very well be Sunday or Monday … but whatever.)
(Sorry K.A.)
Shit, this blog might turn in to more than one if it gets too lengthy. I may very well word vomit the fuck out of your eyes if I get a wild hair.
Don’t tempt me.
This brings me to my first thought: Should I even still blog here? It doesn’t seem like I have very many people interested in what I have to say anymore. Not that I necessarily blog for people specifically, but the commentary usually consists of 25% real comments 75% spam about a god damn vibrator website or something?
Hmmmmm … Are these spambots trying to tell me something?
Today I am wearing my fat pants. They are jeans that I haven’t worn in over a year because they were falling off of me. Literally. Not today. No way. They are quite fitted today and that actually sent me to tears over it this morning when I was looking in the mirror.
The reason behind me wearing my fat pants today might have a little something to do with the hand-to-mouth issue I have been having lately.
11PM chocolate doughnut in my mouth? Not helping.
Mashed potatoes? Not helping.
I cannot even remember all of the stupid stress/emotional/pitypartyaboutmyfatness eating I have done as of late but because of it I have gone backwards instead of forward. Now my cute clothes clothes don’t fit and I feel like shit.
So here I sit, wearing my fat pants feeling all crappy about it. And as I re-read this last thought, I am like “fuck should I really even write it? It sounds all whiny and pathetic to even be talking about it yet AGAIN. Maybe I should shut up and run my fat ass to the gym more than once in a blue moon.”
Or maybe I will do both.
Just because I fell off the wagon and picked up 10lbs along the way doesn’t mean that I cant catch back up to it and hop on.
Yeah to some it is “only 10lbs” or “you have picked up a little weight, it isn’t a big deal” but it is a lot of pounds and an even bigger deal to me. To me I can feel it from the inside out and I am not a fan. If I could find the central location of said 10lbs and click the dislike button on them I would.
That also means I am now 25 pounds from my goal. Damnit.
Moving on.
I have an opinion about specific people lately that I have spent a lot of energy keeping to myself. It is probably why there has been an absence in my blogs. Because there becomes a point where no matter how unsugarcoated and blunt I am … there is a line where too blunt could cause a rift in other peoples lives who have little to do with any of my opinions. One has to be careful when being blunt as an adult sometimes which I think is bullshit.
What I will say though is that I absolutely despise flakes. I think that Mrs. Good is my #1 advocate on this very subject actually. I am pretty sure that she could go on for hours about it if she had the time. The fact is flakiness = inconsideration for others. I am too old to have this lack of consideration in my life.
This is how non-flakiness is supposed to work:
Friend: “Lets make plans for Tuesday”
Other Friend: “Perfect! Give me a call when you have an idea what time you will be free!”
Friend: “For sure!!
Fast forward to Tuesday. What is supposed to happen is the friend is supposed to call the other friend. Why? Because that friend was the plan initiator. The other friend is the plan recipricator. The other friend goes about their business as any other Tuesday business would go. What actually happens is the friend never calls. Not to confirm or to cancel. The friend just lets the day come and go and thinks that it is okay.
Non-flakes call. They say things like “Man, I am so sorry that I cannot make it. I overbooked myself today. Can we reschedule?” How freaking simple is that? I am just wondering because fuck if people have no clue how to do this simple step.
Furthermore, there comes a point where people need to be held accountable for their actions. I will (reluctantly) be the first to admit when something is my bad. I will (force myself through gritted teeth) to apologize when I am wrong. What I will not do is try and let time pass and act as if just because 2 weeks passed, everything is now okay between me and someone else.
Lets not ignore the elephant in the room people. It is sitting right there. Say “how’d ya do!?” and keep it pushin.
Don’t come at me sideways because I sit on the elephants lap while you do the avoiding responsibility dance. Friend, family, co-worker … I don’t give a fuck. Own your shit. Or stay out of my life.
Ya digg?
Furthermore I would like to say the following to a certain couple of catty bloggers in the ’sphere: “Hate away bitches. Continue on with your high school mean girls ways. What is going to happen is this: You will come to a point where 1) people will get over your clique-y bullshit. 2) You will interact with some adults who will clown you to tears and let you and everyone else catty that is around you know what is up with your bullshit.
The bottom line is this. You may be all power trip queen of your metropolitan area, but you are not queen of the world. Your circle is not that big and I don’t give a fuck how tweet savvy you are. Karma is a bitch. Remember that.
Oh. And also, I really really really really want my long hair back. I am so sick of it being short that I could cry.
On that note, life is alright and I miss blogging but I need some people to make me feel like they want me to keep blogging here. Deal?
Name the one current event that has you fired up (in a good OR bad way) right now.
Aug 4, 2010 Current Events, Friendship, Random, awesomeness
Last night I wrote it wrong. For the record, I am not FOR Prop. 8. I am FOR it being overturned. Sorry for the mistype.
I am fucking ecstatic about the OVERTURNING of Prop. 8.
I normally don’t blog about this kind of shit but I really need to say something about it.
Marriage is not about anything other than 2 people who intend to grow old together.
I don’t give a hot Louisiana fuck about what the Bible says. Sorry. In fact, I think that the Bible is often misinterpreted. In all of the VBS camps I attended as a child, and all of the annual Awana olympics events I ran relays in … never once did anyone tell me that Jesus loved everyone but the gays.
I was told that if you confess your sins and Jesus as your Lord and Savior … then you are forgiven.
What? Except if you are gay and want to get married? Psh. Bullshit.
The Bible, just like any piece of written work passed through history is interpreted differently by different people. Same with religion, politics, my vagina … different perspectives have different perceptions.
I do not think that marriage should have anything to do with religion. Unless you CHOOSE for it to be a part of your own personal ceremony. When standing up in front of my friends and family on my day of wedded bliss … I did not wonder what God was thinking of our union. I was thinking about what D was thinking about as I wiped the tears from his eyes. (yeah he is that guy)
Anyway, as I ramble drunkenly and tiredly … my winded point is simply that I am glad that in one corner of our country that everyone can have a small amount of genuine equality. For once. They can celebrate their love for the other person just the same as I did 9 years ago. They can claim them as dependents and file taxes together. They can have the other pull the plug if they are a vegetable. They can know that if something horrible happened to them, the person they most want to be in control of their estate CAN and WILL be. Just like me and any other person in this country.
I hope that the other states follow suit. Let’s rid this country of as much hate and bigotry as possible. We need to stand together now more than ever if we want to ever survive long enough for our kids to have bright shiny futures.
The End.
(I could have just said “YAY PROP 8!! but I would rather be all profound and shit.)
Random Thought:
Sometimes I need to talk to Squish. Nobody else. Not D, not Tarable … not my mom. Squish. I just need to. What is funny about this is that I have been friends with her for like Idunno 5 years … and we have maybe spoken on the phone 10 times. So when I say “talk” it usually means an email or a text message freaking out about one thing or another.
When she responds, I can hear her. Annunciations, tone changes … all of it. I don’t need to spend time on the phone to receive a piece of advice or to be told about myself. Not with her. She literally knows exactly what to say to me to talk me off the ledge.
I wonder if she knows it.
I wonder if she knows that out of all of my ladies, I relate most to her. That, I turn to her more often than not when I need an ear. I wonder if she knows that she is my center. That I gravitate to her daily, even if it is silently. I wonder if she knows that I am checking on her.
There is nothing against any other of my friends. Those who know me know that I don’t pick favorites.
I just … carry her heart in my heart and when it is off beat I can feel it. There aren’t many people out there that can say that about another person.
What do you not give a hot Louisiana fuck about right now?
Prop 8? Yay or Nay? Why?
Who is that one person you need to talk to sometimes?
Aug 2, 2010 Fitness Forward, Honest Tuesday's, In It To Gym It, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, This Thing Called Marriage., Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked & D Quotables, Wicked Wisdoms, bitch
**WARNING: You might not want to read this if you know me know me. If you do, you are reading at your own risk.**
Me: “Knock it off. I feel like I should be grazing in the grass. Chewing on some cud or something.”
D: “What? No! You are sexy.”
Me: “I am NOT sexy.”
D: “You are sexy to me!”
Me: “But I am not sexy to ME.”
I swear to fuck this ^^^ conversation has become a regular one in my Wicked domain.
I hate this conversation. I hate the way it makes me feel when my own issue hurts the feelings of the other person who matters.
But I can’t help it. A million people could tell me how pretty I look or how sexy I am … but if I don’t feel it inside … it truly doesn’t matter what they say. I have to be the one to feel that way about myself. Yanno?
It is all in my head. I get it. It is my own issue. Mine. Not his. Not yours. Mine.
I wake up and am reminded of it. I immediately pull my shirt down that has ridden up maaaaybe 2 inches and twisted itself around me while I slept, peacefully snuggled in between a 3 year old, a kitten, a new puppy (that is not really a puppy he is 2 but I am not sure I like yet) and D.
The first thing I think about when I wake up is whether or not my stomach fat shows. In my own house. Who does that?
Personal hell? I think so.
It is stupid to feel this way. I know it is. I am sure that what I see is probably not as bad as what you see, but when I look in the mirror I am repulsed. Like throw up in my mouth repulsed.
So then it goes a little somethin like:
D: “Do you wanna do it?”
Me: “No!”
D: (insert disappointed face)
Me: (insert feeling like an asshole)
I cannot make myself want something I don’t want. And it isn’t even that I don’t want ‘it’ … I simply don’t want to see myself naked and I sure as hell don’t want anyone else to either. Not even D. And we have been together for 10 years.
Gah. It is affecting everything. I am that wife. The wife I swore to God I would never ever be. But I see it happening. It is like I am stuck inside a sound proof bubble watching the fat unmotivated me take over the world and I am completely powerless over it.
Me: “I am tired.”
Me: “I have a headache.”
Me: “I don’t feel good.”
To put it simply, I am uninspired and I hate it. My life isn’t even all fucked up. I really have absolutely nothing to bitch about and I am bitching anyway.
I am barely naked and that sucks because I really fucking LOVE being naked. !!!!
Fuck. Am I really even writing this?
Someone tell me to getthefuckoverit already.
Ready, set, GO!
(p.s. I am getting my shit back on track. I am paying attention to what I am eating and firmly reminding myself that a cheeseburger a day does NOT keep the DR. away. Also, I worked out tonight and it felt great. Now to make it a habit again. 
Ya Digg!?)
What inspires you?
Jul 27, 2010 All Things Charli, All Things X, Current Events, Family, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, P.O.E. Biz, This Thing Called Marriage., Wicked MOMMY Wisdoms, Wicked Wisdoms, awesomeness
I want to go. To places near and far and in between. I want to drive there. Fly there. Hike there. Float there on a boat there. I don’t care if I am in a tent or a hotel or a resort.
I just want to experience life from another cultures eyes.
Working in a place where I talk about vacations 8-10 hours a day makes me hungry to travel.
It isn’t like I am sheltered; I have seen a nice part of the world in my life. Traveling with the Navy allowed me the ability to see places I never ever would have thought to travel to.
I have been to Australia, Singapore, Dubai, Bahrain … Hong Kong …
But there are places that I absolutely must get to.
Sooner than later.
I started thinking about this when we were driving over the Pass, on our way to camping. We drove through the cutest city. I have lived here my entire life and have never been through the city of Leavenworth.
Driving through, I have decided, I must make it there. Repeatedly. It is a Bavarian town filled with things like brats and good beer and blackberry ice cream. It is quaint and (from what I hear) an experience. All of the signs (even the MacDonald’s) are painted to go with the Bavarian theme. I was completely trippen when we drove through. I wish we had time to stop.
(insert trip planning here)
I must go to Europe. For a month at least. I want to see Germany and Italy and Spain and England.
I must (thanks to PQ) go to Turkey.
I must spend at least 2 weeks in Bora Bora. In an over water bungalow.
I must take my kids to Disneyland. And on a Disney cruise.
I must take my kids (Xavier specifically) to Washington DC. He is super in to the Presidents.
I must spend at least a week in NYC so I can go to as many Broadway shows a girl can handle before living her life as if she herself was in a musical.
I must visit New Orleans. Once for Mardi Gras and Once not for Mardi Gras.
I must go to South America.
I must go to Honduras.
I must take D to Hawaii and the Caribbean.
I want to scuba dive. And snorkel. I want to hike up historical mountains. I want to dip in hot springs and stand behind waterfalls. I want to skydive and take pictures of my kids in front of monuments.
I think I will buy a world map and some fun thumbtacks so that we as a family can mark the places we have all been together. I will not scrapbook it, but I *will* have photo album upon photo album with our snapshots stuffed to the brim inside.
Our memories. My little family of 4 will travel together until it turns into a family of just us 2 back into a family of more than 4 when my kids have families of their own. We will create traditions and rituals. And we will look forward to our Christmas Eve’s and summer getaways.
As I have gotten older, I have grown less fond of material things to make me happy. (Don’t get me wrong, a sexy pair of stilettos get me riled the fuck up …) What I am finding makes me more happy more frequently is giving my kids the gift of experiencing life. I will continue to give them that as much as I possibly can because it is something that I did not get a great deal of as a kid.
I happen to think that, if possible … giving the gift of experiencing life … is one of the most important gifts that can ever be given to another individual.
What places will you go?
What places have you already been?
Best vacation ever?
Dream vacation?
Jul 26, 2010 Etc., Random, awesomeness
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd Hello.
It’s been awhile. I know. Don’t lose faith in my ability to pump a daily blog out. It will come back I swear it.
I am so freaking addicted to Craigslist, it isn’t even funny. Specifically: seattle craigslist > for sale / wanted > free stuff
Free! Who doesn’t like free? And even if I don’t see something that minute from refreshing the page that I absolutely must have … I still get a good laugh every once in awhile at the things people post for free.
Like:
Free tampons.
Free toilet, slightly used.
Free cow poop — you haul.
Free fish guts.
Free panties.
Another man’s junk … right? LMFAO.
Anyfree … I have scored some pretty rad stuff for free in the past couple of weeks!
A princess scooter for Charli
A patio set
A craft box with all kinds of goodies
A picnic set still in the box
If you are unaware of it … become aware. In this economy free is the new black and there is probably something out there that you just cannot afford that someone is willing to give up for free.
And I am addicted. To Craigslist as a whole … but the free shat is my favorite.
What is the one thing you cannot get enough of?
Have you scored anything super awesome off of Craigslist?
Jul 21, 2010 All Things X, Current Events
Happy Wednesday!
As I said before, the auction was coming … we were just working out the kinks and trying to work together with a 3 hour time difference and life being stupid.
But, it is all coming together and will be live today at NOON PST.
You can click here once it starts, read the history and the rules … and then from there it will direct you where to go and bid.
Xavier’s Auction
Once bidding ends, we will announce the winners, and the final total. You will expect your item to be shipped within 7 days of the auction ending, unless otherwise specified by the artist (if you are getting something custom made, etc)
Of course if you do not see anything you love, you can always donate directly to the cause. My paypal email address is wickedcourtni@gmail.com
Questions? Ask them here! I have access there at work, not on FB.
And of course — Pass it on! The more people who participate in the auction, the more fun it will be!!!
Jul 11, 2010 This Thing Called Marriage., Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked & D Quotables, Wicked Wisdoms
Happy Monday!
I am home and able to sit down and write about my mini-impromptu-childless anniversary trip.
I felt refreshed until my kids got here and started back in to the fighting ways that siblings do. (boo hoo why wasn’t our trip longer or forever?)
I joke! (or do I?)
Anyway … our trip was pretty freaking cool. I don’t know why I am just now really discovering CraigsList… but I am and I am loving it.
Discovery 1: A beautiful room on the sound equipped with a mini fridge, microwave and a spectacular view from the balcony … $65 a night. (I know right? What is the catch? None actually.) I searched under “Vacation Rentals” because I wanted to surprise D with a night away. We both needed it. Badly.
It is a privately owned home with extra bedrooms that are rented out by the owners. Annette and Dick were more than hospitable and wonderful and I hope to have the opportunity to stay there again in the very near future. D and I were talking about spending a night there when it is rainstorm season. I am sure it will be just as beautiful as when the sun is shining … in a totally different way.
The property has history which Dick explained to us while giving us the tour.
It had it’s own private entrance and the deck was private as well. I was instantly relaxed and felt right at home. It is crazy to not feel that weird “I am not in my own space” adjustment period. We really just exhaled and began to enjoy each other’s company.
The thing I love most about my husband is our ability to talk. We have been entertaining ourselves for over 9 years now and I can completely see us entertaining ourselves for another 99. He makes me laugh more than he makes me cry … at least more now than ever … and I really cannot imagine spending this much time with anyone else.
So … there really isn’t much to do in Anacortes, WA. *GASP* I know. I didn’t really plan it for an elaborate activity filled evening so it worked. We left for a couple of hours just to be out in our gorgeous weather. We went to the water and walked around, looked at some beautiful boats, and then found a really amazing ice cream shop. Dessert before dinner FTW!!!
After, it was time for our inside picnic and for me to smack D around in Dominoes.
Heh. (I let him win one time to be nice.)
One thing that was not awesome … but probably happened for a reason … was the TV not working. We were both looking forward to laying in bed and watching a movie or SNL but the remote to the DISH literally died while we were using it and then DISH shut off completely. The owners were trying so hard to fix it; they even called DISH at 9 at night to figure something out for us, but there was nothing anyone could do. The remote had to be replaced.
D and I had come to grips with the issue being what it was well before they called to fix it, and to be perfectly honest, we weren’t there for the TV … you know? Prior to them trying to come and fix it, we were completely content listening to music and chatting away. After she got off the phone, Annette tried to refund me money. It was the right thing to do for her to offer it, but I wouldn’t hear of it.
How tacky of me to accept money back from these amazing people over something that really had no negative effect on our trip.
Of course D said “I would have taken it!” but I quickly reminded him that that it was 1) tacky and rude and 2) not something that you ever do in this situation. A Motel6? Absofuckinglutely. But not kind people who open their home up to strangers. Absolutely not.
Anyway, D and I decided we wanted munchies. We forgot sweets and were without anything to satisfy that sweet tooth, so we ventured to the store.
When we came back, there was a note and a gift at the bottom of the stairs up to our room.
It basically thanked us for being so understanding about the TV, and that she works with glass … and wanted to give us (me) an anniversary present. It is a beautiful handmade necklace that I am in love with.
D looked at me and said, “I get it now.”
This gesture touched me. It is something that not a lot of people understand or even think of doing because they are so self consumed and distracted by stupid things all of the time.
Small gestures mean something. I will hold on to this necklace until forever because it was a thoughtful gift from a thoughtful woman who genuinely cared about a 100% perfect anniversary trip for D and I. Even though it was something so stupid to us that happened during our stay, it meant something to her.
I have said this before and I will continue to say it until I am blue in the face I swear to God.
We as a society of human beings are missing these key aspects of humanity. Caring, selflessness, understanding, compassion … common courtesy. There aren’t many people in the world left like Annette and Dick it seems like and that bothers me.
Just like I said in my last blog; I cannot change the world … but I sure as hell can make a valiant effort to be a more compassionate human every single day.
Thanks, Annette and Dick, we hope to see you again soon. <3
Finish this sentence: “I cannot change the world … but I _____ “
P.S. If you are ever in need of a quiet amazing get away … email me. I will give you the contact information to check availability where we stayed.
Jul 4, 2010 All Things Charli, Current Events, I WIN!, Random, Wicked MOMMY Wisdoms, Wicked Wisdoms
Happy Belated Birthday, America! You are an old bitch but I love you.
Did you do anything absolutely EPIC for the holiday? I didn’t do anything absolutely EPIC, but I did spend it with some awesome people which was close enough to epic.
Unless, you call going down a bouncy house slide because Charli flashed her pretty smile and begged me to go with her … and my dress flying up juuuuuuuuuuuuuust enough to give myself a nice fat raspberry on my ass … Epic.
Only me. I am the only person who’s ass burns all day on the 4th of July and not touch a single fucking firework. Not one. I literally have rug burn on my ass. But from plastic.
Ahh the things we endure for our kids. *ouch*
Anyway … on Friday I was given an odd opportunity to pay it forward. I try to as often as possible … but this situation kinda fell into my lap. out running errands … and when I was on my way home, I passed this girl pushing a grocery cart. It was filled to the brim with bags of groceries.
The road was uneven. It was 8:45 on a Friday. She was a buck thirty soaking wet. A tiny thing.
So I see her, struggling to get this cart full of food to her destination and I make the decision to flip a bitch to see if she wants help. We load her 35 bags in to my trunk, and I tell her I will absolutely NOT take her $5 in gas money. She insists, but I explain my car woes … and that I am happy to help.
Her house was at least 3/4 of a mile from the store. She was less than 300 feet from the store. Ya digg?
Anyway, we get to her house and I start unloading the groceries on to the curb. I am 1) not trying to invade her space like that carrying groceries in her house and 2) leave Charli in the car unattended. I am thinking she is a single mom or something … until she says to me: “Let me go get my man to help with the groceries.”
Um. Your man?
She pounds on the door … where he doesn’t answer for hella. When he finally does, his lazy ass sends the toddler outside to grab groceries.
Yes you read this correctly.
So the toddler and the mom are grabbing bag after bag. I am done unloading the car and she insists they are fine from there. So I get in my car — and as I am leaving, the douchebag boyfriend comes out and grabs the only thing on the curb; a gallon of milk.
He says to her: “Took you long enough.”
*ahem* “Took you long enough?” Are you fucking kidding me right now?
I don’t know if I was more disturbed that he didn’t even go with her … or that he came out with that fucking asshole comment … or both. But I wanted to give her my number so she could call me. I would take her to get her groceries. Fuck that guy.
And then I realized. Paying it forward doesn’t necessarily mean giving someone a get out of jail free card. If she didn’t see it … I can’t help her. I did my part.
*sigh* I can’t save the world. I can just pay it forward.
Have you ever had an opportunity to pay it forward?
Where are your top 3 places to go on vacation?
What was the last movie you watched? Good, bad or meh?
Jun 29, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Etc., Out of Wicked's Mouth, P.O.E. Biz, Random, Suck It!
I had too much coffee today. It is 11:40pm and I am still “blahblahblahblahblah” as if it were 5 in the evening.
Fuck. This is gonna be all over the place. Sorry in advance.
I also feel like yelling. Yelling about my book taking 347686344236455684663434678 days to get published so that people can buy it. Yelling at myself for getting in my own way. (yes it is possible to get in your own way.) Yelling at this one fucking person at work that thinks their shit doesn’t stink and could use to get knocked down 34 pegs but I can’t because apparently you will get fired for telling someone about themselves if another person doesn’t like you or some shit. Yelling out CREDITS! randomly in honor of my friend as if I had turrets syndrome or something.
CREDITS! See! I already feel better.
I also don’t give a fuck about Twilight. Wanna know what team I represent? TEAM AWESOME, THAT’S WHAT!
(sorry Danielle. I know you love it.)
Speaking of, I wanted to make a statement about assholes. (weird, I know)
I am so sick of people not taking responsibility for themselves. You can’t blame everyone for everything that goes wrong in your life. You just can’t. Eventually, you MUST own your part in how your life plays out.
Seriously.
“OMG. My boss fired me because I was late. It isn’t my fault I was late. Traffic (thathappenseveryday) was horrible and my kids (whoaresloweveryday) were slow out the door and my significant other (whoisadouchebageveryday) was being a douchebag. My boss is an asshole!”
“My life sucks. I have no money (becauseIcantkeepajobformorethan5months).”
“I was gonna be the next NFL STAR except I hurt my knee and now I am a drunk asshole at noon on a Tuesday!”
Seriously people. Stop blaming the world. Look in the mirror. I get that some of it is uncontrollable … but if you find yourself the victim half of your life or more … it might not be as uncontrollable as you think.
Pass it on.
K? K.
Furthermore. I have fallen off the healthy wagon. I am eating like crap. I can feel my body hating me. I have spiraled out of control! Stupid cheeseburgers and cookies. What the crap is going on?! I need to fix it.
Also. You! Are you there? You have been a lurker you SOB and I want to make sure you are here. Why? So I can tell you that I adore you and it wasn’t personal and I am sorry and I hate your face.
Lastly, I need some suggestions. What should I blog about? What would you like to see? What am I missing? Who should my eye candy’s be? I have a lot going on at work and what not so by the time I get home my brain is fried. Ya digg?
Also:
Bon Jovi or Poison?
NKOTB or Nsync?
SWV or Destiny’s Child?
Nas or JayZ?
Would you rather lick a sweaty arm pit or eat out of a bowl that had been puked in and not rinsed?
Oh. P.S. YOU.
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