Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Happy Birthday Joelle!
Hey, the mistress of the blogosphere, Joelle, who also happens to be the most popular person on the internet is celebrating her birthday today! Go wish her a good one. And if you see the UPS guy in her neighborhood, tell him to hurry up and deliver that Amazon package that I sent for her. Thanks.
P.S. Go vote!!!
Monday, November 01, 2004
What Kind Of Blogger Are You?
Fun quiz to leave you with....
What kind of blogger are you?
No surprise with my results…
You Are a Life Blogger! |

Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary.
If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible. |
What you wear down there
I am not the kind of girl that wears frilly underwear. And I hate shopping for underwear - mostly because anything cute is ruined by the thong thing. (I could go on forever about how I hate thong underwear. I just don’t get it. I’ve heard the argument that you get used to wearing them or that it lessens the visible panty lines and what have you. If you’re so worried about panty lines, go commando already.) So I always end up with black cotton undies. Not grandma cotton undies, mind you, but pretty boring. (Oh and I hate the word panty or panties, so I say undies. In case you were wondering.)
But every once in awhile, I come across frilly undies that I can live with. Usually, they are the boy short kind, but with some sort of lacy details or what have you. I just picked up some really cute ones the other day. And I don’t know about you, but when I wear my cute undies, I totally feel sexier. Because even if no one knows you are wearing them, you do.
Last night I made the executive decision to wear a pair of cute undies. I needed to have a bit of a sexy swagger to do my costume, so it was natural to wear lacy black ones. And when I woke up this morning in Ryan’s bed, I was really glad I wore the cute ones. Because no boy should have to see a girl in her normal boring undies.
Halloween was fun…I think
Dude. I got *so* plastered last night. So plastered that I didn’t drive home and I didn’t sleep in my own bed. Yeah.
I didn’t do squat yesterday. I didn’t go to bed until after Travis got off air at 5.30 am and then Emily called me at 8, so not much sleep there. I made myself some breakfast and took a 3.5 mile walk and then proceeded to read my voter guide (yawn). So I took a nap, woke up, had dinner, and then called Travis to see if it was okay if I came over early. He was not feeling going out, but was okay with me coming over.
So I did the easy Halloween thing - Catholic school girl and went to Travis’ with a bottle of Jager and a diet Rock Star. I drank about a third of the bottle of Jager while hanging out with Travis and then rolled to Tommy’s party. Z and Rhiannon were already there - looking really cute. I think Z was supposed to be Sam Adams and Rhiannon was the St. Paulie girl. Nice. There were a bunch of Lamp people there, which was cool. I did come armed with plain and peanut M&M’s and the inside out Reese’s that Joelle eloquently spoke of the other day. So that was cool. But I bailed to go to BSC at Sidebar.
So I get to Sidebar and it is a zoo in there. Carl hooked me up with a martini and I went to find Ryan. Heather was also there, but not working, so she looked super cute in her wife beater. I hung out with Ryan and then we decided to leave to go to Lamp.
We get to Lamp and Boytoy was there. Nice. And there was more Jager to be had. And I got to sing Dido’s “Thank You”. And that’s when everything becomes a blur. Thank God for Ryan, because I was strunk*. Apparently, Ryan and I went to get La Posta and then went back to his place. And I don’t remember La Posta at all. So he was so cute, I totally crashed at his place. He even made me drink water before we went to bed. And set the alarm for me so I wasn’t late for work. What a sweetie he is.
The whole time I was driving home this morning, I just kept saying to myself WTF? How did I get so drunk? But whatever, I had a good time. At least I think I did.
Oh, and I just had to laugh that when I was driving into Tierrasanta, I saw Norma driving the other way into work. She totally noticed me and waved hi. Classic.
*strunk - adjective - derived from the words stinking drunk, to be completely plastered, so plastered you don't remember squat.
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Sunday, October 31, 2004
Saturday night quickie
I only went out for a couple of hours last night. I met Zach and Rhiannon and a couple of their friends at the Lamp for a bit. Total freak show in there, but that is what I expected. Some good costumes - two guys dressed up as the Wilson brother characters from “The Royal Tennenbaums” and the Ali G guy was spot on. But my favorite was the Kid Rock dude doing “Cowboy” perfectly. We didn’t stay long, it was crazy and I wanted to go to Ken Club.
But before I left, I got into this convo with a guy outside the Lamp. He was daring me to show him my tits, but I told him I would only show if he dropped trou. So he starts unbuckling his belt and then chickened out. What a tease. Teehee.
So I bailed to Ken Club. That crowd was fun. Lots of punk rock costumes - of course, you had your Clockwork Orange dudes and a bunch of catholic school girls. The band I went to see was Watch It Burn - their farewell show as everyone but the bass player is moving to Portland. I have known the bass player since he was in junior high - he’s one of my younger sister’s best friends. They were really loud and totally rawked the house. But I was done pretty quick, so I bailed and went home. Talked to Travis for quite a bit during his show and then drifted off to sleep.
I am still debating on if I am going to dress up tonight. I have about 11 hours to decide what I am doing. Hmmm......
Saturday, October 30, 2004
Photos galore
Figured I’d get something done tonight before I head out.
Here are pix from the last roll of film:
This was before I got really drunk that night.
Heather and Lyn in Vegas
Yes, that’s Jager in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
Me, really drunk in Vegas
From The Velvet Tongue CD release party night:
Joelle, Me and Justin at the AC
These guys are just goofy.
Travis and Justin
Later at the Lamp
Travis being goofy
Boytoy and Russ at the Lamp
Boytoy and Russ
Me and Travis
Travis gives me love
Friday, October 29, 2004
Sugar Sugar, oh honey honey
Now that I have weighed in, I don’t need to feel guilty about eating any of the crap that is in the lunchroom. Because I lost 1.6 lbs. this week and am at (drum roll, please...) 70.8 lbs. total. So since I have a new round of flex points today, I ate what I wanted.
So here’s the damage...I got these mini cupcakes and I thought I wanted one, but what I really wanted was the chocolate frosting. So I licked it off and threw the rest of it away. But I ate one of those shortbread cookies with the frosting. It was soooo good. And I am bouncing off the ceiling from the sugar.
Oh, and I am proud to say that I tricked everyone into eating No Pudge brownies. I didn’t tell anyone they were fat free brownies. And they are all gone. Not one left.
I think the candy corn and pumpkin cremes are calling to me. Yep, that will totally complete my sugar rush.