It's All The Bartender's Fault...

I ma have just shown up a Joe's a little more drunk then sober.

I blame Bartender Josh, he makes a damn fine drink. And had taken care of me with all the drama this week. Loves him!! He is a welcome addition to my world.

So glad it's fucking friday. I had a bad week. But Friday night means time to move on and start anew with the weekend. And a holiday weekend at that!! Rock the fuck on! 1st rounds on me. Well, Josh actually. As I don't actually pay for drinks there. Did I mention I love him?

HST - You will also love the shit out of him!! It's mostly his ass I think.

Damn Straight...

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It's the boobies.

Another Hugglefucking Good Picture...

Meet Ryan. He is also in my entourage lately.

I Shudder At The Thought...

I actually like the new Paris Hilton song, "Stars Go Blind".

What is the matter with me?

Super Chilled, Maybe...

I am drinking a soda called "Super Chill". It is essentially Diet Sprite.

The only thing super about it is how cold it is making me.

Wonderingments...

Do you ever wonder what it's like to wake up and be the pretty girl?

Musky Fest In Pictures...

Lots of Love That Night...

Home At Last...

Well, I have returned from camping. No injuries this year. No sunburn. Didn't go swimming. No new nicknames (Juicy was born on last year's installment of this annual trip). It was kind of uneventful. I did have a nice couple of nights by the campfire with Josh. I sometimes forget how much I enjoy his company. I am slightly more relaxed then I was when I lef though.

But there was booze. Lots of booze. I puked last night. Doesn't happen often. And why I thought that entire bottle of malibu was a good idea after we had been drinking with dinner and then a stop at the bar, I will not understand.

I don't get drunk very often, let alone to the point of puking.

Maybe I will post a couple pictures later.

I still didn't feel any better about things upon arriving home. But what can you do? My life is what it is. It is what I have made it. I best make the best of it, do something to change it, or stop bitching. Right? Right.

A Bit of 'Ku...

One girl has a feast,
Another sits there straving.
Some girls die hungry.

The Newest Member Of My Entourage...

Meet Joshie...he's one of my newest bitches.

Why Bother...

Tonight is just one of those nights.

I could blog about what's got me down, but it doesn't make sense it hash it out. When tomorrow, I will get up, paint a happy face on and start the cycle all over again.

My song lyric of the night...

"For a second I wish the tide would swallow every inch of this city."

Despite my mood, I had a good night and have wonderful friends.

Into The Wild...

This post title has a lot of meaning today. Allow me to explain.

My apartment is kind of just like camping. You have to check for ticks and there is a mouse in the house. Well, not anymore. But there was. I got a live trap and released him today. Until I lived here, I had never once had an encounter with a tick. In the month I have lived here, I have found 2. Nice huh? Just like camping I tell ya.

Speaking of camping. Tomorrow after work, I head on up to Hayward for my annual camping trip with Mr and Mrs Giggles. We go to visit our friends Mandy and Josh. It's always a good time.

And the rest of the wildness, well...it's softball night. hehehe.

See you all Monday.

I Shudder At The Thought...

My mom just called and said she needs to come over. She was in tears.

I wonder who did what? How is she the victim today?

That's Not Avon Calling...

Ok so I am at Trish's, right. Sitting on the couch just chilling. Laughing, catching up. Letting our really naughty dinner set in.

*ring*

Trish doesn't know the number, lets it go to the machine.

"Hi! Are you there? It's Carmen Electra."

Trish and I glance at each other and are only able to hold back the laughter for a minute or two before busting up. The rest of the pre-recorded message was kind of lost. Something about Dr. Phil.

It didn't matter much. Trish got a call from Carmen Electra. That's more then the most of us can say for our Monday night!

A Chewy Bit Of Knowledge...

You know what sucks, Jujubes. I should have sprung for Jujyfruit. I am spending the afternoon picking this crap out of my teeth. I got them because I used to think about my mom buying me a little packet of Chuckles everytime I was good in the grocery store.

Nostalgia isn't worth the dental issues I am dealing with right now.

Now Entering Phase 2...

A few weeks ago, my mother was pissed beyond belief at me. She was basically behaving like a child. So I stopped going over there, I stopped calling her, I stopped playing her games.

She is now in full-on kiss ass mode trying to get me back, so to speak.

Step 1: Lure me to the house with the promise of fresh fruit.

Now...I am only going over there because it is Father's Day, and I am going to see my step-father. The farm fresh strawberries are just a perk.

We All Need Friends Like This...

I am sitting here watching "Fools Rush In" for the 2nd time in 24 hours. It's reminding me why I love Matthew Perry so much. He is so damn funny.

I Know, Call On Me...

Who got written up today?

Could it be me?!?!

And I didn't even do anything....this time.

I think they just hadn't written me up in awhile and needed to make sure they hadn't forgotten in the last week how to fill out those notices.

Yea, Um...About That...

I do not work at Family Video in my spare time. I guess they 'went another direction.' (ie whores).

But thankfully there was enough beer involved in last night that I didn't care.

Allow me to sum up last night in a few innocent sentences that make the night sound dirty.

I fingered Kiki.
Will asked if it was wet.
Mel watched.
I got the most action I have gotten in weeks from Josh and Kiki simultaneously.
Josh has hot lips.

That was my Thursday night.