save the alligator..........
eBay be damned. i broke down over the weekend and for an overpriced amount of money (i can't even admit it to myself without cringing, what makes you think you're special?), i got the gaddampt pink short sleeved izod i've been stalking. it's everything one would want in a polo. the alligator is tough, the pink isn't too pinky, the sleeves are short enough and the fit is T.D.F. in a way.......
so that's where i spent a chunk of money faster than you can say, "i bought it at Splash!" oh.
it was a fairly gluttonous weekend what with the carefree purchase, the doing it, the eating of many foods that were deliciously prepared by others who took my money, the drinking of beer, shots of many kind, and the smoking of cigarettes and anything else i could get my greasy paws on. and while we're on the topic of the 7 deadly sins (man, i LOVE this game), i also had my fair share of slothing about. mostly on sunday. i indulged and got a massage from my short&angry and soon-to-be-married to tall&hot guy friend. she doesn't have one of those tables, but she does have the chair and that, quite frankly, was enough. so we stopped watching 'old school' and she got to work, i got to rest. needless to say, there are still knots in my back that i can totally tell so i know she did good. before, you couldn't lay a hand on my back and cause any kind of a dent without throwing a brick - with all your strength - at me, and now, i can actually squish down on my shit and i can determine where the pesky little bugger is. i realize that one session isn't going to make this tensed up ball of shit knot-free so......it was totally worth the $20 i gave her for the 40 minutes of kneading of this particular dough-age that i got. but i need to keep on reminding myself to not forget to stretch.
i also need to remind myself that i need laundry detergent, toothpaste, a new toothbrush and conditioner for my hairrrr as well. this will all happen after worky jerky. after i make a fun stop to planned parenthood and demand my cyclessa. GIVE ME MY PILLZ. silly pro-choicers. choosing is for pussies. i keep on getting mail from both Missouri NARAL (WHYYYYYY?????) and planned parenthood to do my part in protecting a woman's right to choose. i also got a fucking message on my machine urging me to do something.....i deleted it. i'm wondering why now, they need me so bad when they had no problem letting my black ass go so many moons ago. of course, i'm grateful for this because i'm pleased as hell in my current situation, but still, it's a bit odd. oh, sure, let me donate some money to you C. Sullivan. that's exactly what i want to do. and while i know damn well that the money's not going to her, it's going towards her goal and the last time i checked, i could give 4 shits about her goals. she's lucky that i'm not totally ghetto with her living so close to me and shit. nope. i'm grown. i just talk and talk and talk. no walky over here, just talky!
and while i'm bullshitting, i need to do something about my house. or rather, my apartment. it's time to do some MAJOR "Spring Cleaning" up in there, up in there and i'm thinking i could do that shit tonight. i just have to stay focused. i could clean, do laundry, thaw out some chicken, make dinner, make good. stuff like that. i wonder if i'll do anything beyond throwing one measly load of laundry in before hightailing it out of there, the place that i apparently hate to be in minus sleeping. it's not my fault my neighbors below hate me. it's not. it's their fault that i scold them. not mine. i'm totally perfect in this scenario. gracious, kind, caring. those are 3 words that are easily used to describe me. the 4th word being LIAR. anyhoo. but there's definitely some stuff happening in there that makes one ponder if it's just clean or memorex.
saw 21 grams yesterday. that naomi watts sure is pretty. fine acting chops on sean penn, per usual. it was good. benicio del toro looks frighteningly hot in a scene near the end with a skull cap on. he's old enough to be my dad it appears in some scenes. and i still wanna bang him. hey, if my friend in new jack city could bone him, why can't i? for riz.
i'm getting distracted by work. guess i'll go ahead and kill the preppy.
so that's where i spent a chunk of money faster than you can say, "i bought it at Splash!" oh.
it was a fairly gluttonous weekend what with the carefree purchase, the doing it, the eating of many foods that were deliciously prepared by others who took my money, the drinking of beer, shots of many kind, and the smoking of cigarettes and anything else i could get my greasy paws on. and while we're on the topic of the 7 deadly sins (man, i LOVE this game), i also had my fair share of slothing about. mostly on sunday. i indulged and got a massage from my short&angry and soon-to-be-married to tall&hot guy friend. she doesn't have one of those tables, but she does have the chair and that, quite frankly, was enough. so we stopped watching 'old school' and she got to work, i got to rest. needless to say, there are still knots in my back that i can totally tell so i know she did good. before, you couldn't lay a hand on my back and cause any kind of a dent without throwing a brick - with all your strength - at me, and now, i can actually squish down on my shit and i can determine where the pesky little bugger is. i realize that one session isn't going to make this tensed up ball of shit knot-free so......it was totally worth the $20 i gave her for the 40 minutes of kneading of this particular dough-age that i got. but i need to keep on reminding myself to not forget to stretch.
i also need to remind myself that i need laundry detergent, toothpaste, a new toothbrush and conditioner for my hairrrr as well. this will all happen after worky jerky. after i make a fun stop to planned parenthood and demand my cyclessa. GIVE ME MY PILLZ. silly pro-choicers. choosing is for pussies. i keep on getting mail from both Missouri NARAL (WHYYYYYY?????) and planned parenthood to do my part in protecting a woman's right to choose. i also got a fucking message on my machine urging me to do something.....i deleted it. i'm wondering why now, they need me so bad when they had no problem letting my black ass go so many moons ago. of course, i'm grateful for this because i'm pleased as hell in my current situation, but still, it's a bit odd. oh, sure, let me donate some money to you C. Sullivan. that's exactly what i want to do. and while i know damn well that the money's not going to her, it's going towards her goal and the last time i checked, i could give 4 shits about her goals. she's lucky that i'm not totally ghetto with her living so close to me and shit. nope. i'm grown. i just talk and talk and talk. no walky over here, just talky!
and while i'm bullshitting, i need to do something about my house. or rather, my apartment. it's time to do some MAJOR "Spring Cleaning" up in there, up in there and i'm thinking i could do that shit tonight. i just have to stay focused. i could clean, do laundry, thaw out some chicken, make dinner, make good. stuff like that. i wonder if i'll do anything beyond throwing one measly load of laundry in before hightailing it out of there, the place that i apparently hate to be in minus sleeping. it's not my fault my neighbors below hate me. it's not. it's their fault that i scold them. not mine. i'm totally perfect in this scenario. gracious, kind, caring. those are 3 words that are easily used to describe me. the 4th word being LIAR. anyhoo. but there's definitely some stuff happening in there that makes one ponder if it's just clean or memorex.
saw 21 grams yesterday. that naomi watts sure is pretty. fine acting chops on sean penn, per usual. it was good. benicio del toro looks frighteningly hot in a scene near the end with a skull cap on. he's old enough to be my dad it appears in some scenes. and i still wanna bang him. hey, if my friend in new jack city could bone him, why can't i? for riz.
i'm getting distracted by work. guess i'll go ahead and kill the preppy.
