Tuesday, June 18, 2002

Pretty great day so far. The weather is beautiful, the co-workers have been pre-occupied, and it is already 1:15pm! ROCK.
Penelope is out sick today. Out sick getting a new love seat!! Amazing. I can't wait to see it. She has been so excited to get it and the day has finally arrived. Oooh...! I know she is having a good day. :-D
So folks...did we catch the new Road Rules? It is season 11 and of course it is wonderful! The cast is really great. They seem like really nice, very young, totally watchable people. There is a gay guy and a lesbian. The gay guy is pretty cool so far and the lesbian is not only beautiful...she is cool as fuck. Kelly...you will LOVE her...I call it now.
And of course...I have a new boyfriend. His name is Eric and he is so fucking adorable, I don't know what to do with myself. Besides being beautiful, he has an incredible sense of humor and is so open minded and cool. Within the first 15 minutes of the premiere, he is fully making out with Kendall (the girl hottie on the show). He totally likes her and the bitch has "too many emotional scars" to deal with him. SNORE. Cuz this kid is a FIND! The gay guy, Shane, jokes about hearing Kendall and Eric making out and Eric is like "Shane, why don't you come up here and cuddle with us?". Shane does and it is so fucking amazing, I almost jizzed right on myself. I want to cuddle with Eric. Why didn't he ask me?!?!?!
Please start watching. I am going to need people to discuss this season with. It's gonna be a good one!
Last night, I got home and hung with Rita and her boyfriend Scott for awhile. I had a glass or two of wine with them and watched some Fear Factor. Scott is a great guy and makes me laugh every time we have a conversation. Also, he is so sweet and polite in the morning and it is a pleasure to bump into him when coming back from the shower. He has a heart of gold. Rita has been overjoyed to have him in the house. As of July 1st, he will be living with us for at least a month. I am happy about it. Be nice to have another guy in the house. As long as he remembers who is queen.
So, supposedly there is a picture of Mike Piazza almost naked in the post today. I guess he did a photo shoot for Women's Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue. A bunch of athletes did. I have looked all over the paper and have yet to find the pic. If you or someone you know has any idea where this pic could be...email it to Joe ASAP. I am dying to see him with his shirt off. Is it fat? Is it muscle? Is it just plain the best thing ever? Probably.
Last night for dinner, I made Rice and Beans. Now rice and beans has no need for capitals, but last night it did. It was so fucking good. Rita told me what spices to use and boy was she right. I scarfed. Rita and Scott went to KFC to get dinner and brought me back biscuits. I scarfed those too. YUM. Motha fuckin yum. I might have rice and beans again tonight. It was THAT good.
I was supposed to hang with Mariah tonight, but those plans fell through. I invited her to go to this housewarming party with me on Friday. This guy I work with, Ian, is throwing a bash and I feel as though we should all go. If anyone reading this wants to go too, let me know. The more the merrier. Or at least the less uncomfortable.
Going to the park on lunch today. Time for baby to get a tan. Well, time for baby to continue working on getting a tan. Florida is almost here and I am palest. Well not palest by any means...but nowhere near what I need to be.
It's pretty cold in here. My nipples just packed their bags and took the elevator out of here.
Thanks a lot nipples. Fucking bastards leaving me at the worst time. My baby is hungry for some milk!
I just ordered a slice of pizza. Am I fucking serious? I had a slice yesterday. And I had it for dinner on Sunday. And I had it last Friday. This is turning into a full blown obsession. I am embarrassed, down on myself, and TOTALLY EXCITED FOR IT TO GET HERE. This bitch is starving!
This is me eating my pizza:

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:-D - yum

now to eat it for real......................




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