Wednesday, August 28, 2002
Feeling a little bit better today. My nose isn't as on fire as it has been during the last couple of days. Got a lot of rest last night and Rita made me some soup just like she promised. She served it to me in bed and it was AWESOME! It was lentil, which I never liked in the past, but now am in love with it. I think Rita puts some magical spice in everything she cooks, cuz all the stuff comes out tasting like Wolfgang Puck or some shit.
Thanks Reets! You helped me to get a little bit better.
So I am supposed to start dog sitting tomorrow night, but it turns out that the dog is menstruating all over the place. "Missy", the dog, is now wearing a diaper and it must be changed before she goes out on her walk. SICK! I don't do that. And I KNOW Kelly don't do that. So I have told the people that she and I will not be dog sitting this weekend. EWE! I can't believe this lady hasn't had her dog spade. I mean...it's bleeding out of it's vergina for god's sakes!
And yes...I meant to type "vergina".
This weekend, Rita and I head to the Pocono's to have a weekend romp with our lady friends from college. While these 4 girls are Rita and my best friends from way back, it will definitly not be a weekend of total exuberance.
Did that make sense?
There will be drama. There will be laughs, prolly some tears. It will be overwhelming. That's for sure. I am excited about it. I really am. But I am NOT going swimming. There is a lake and a pool and I have made Rita promise me that she nor I will go swimming. If she decides to break the promise, I have to make out with our friend, Jessica. I think it's a fair deal. I mean, Jessica is one hot piece of ass.
(snicker snicker)
We have told the girls that we can't stay until Monday, cuz Kelly has her graduation party that day. hahaha. We lie.
We just wanted to have one day to sleep! I mean...August has been the absolute craziest month of our lives! Neither she nor I have had a moment's peace. Every weekend has been filled with either visits out of the city or events in the city. It's been great, but a bit much. Just think Reets...next weekend will be free and clear! For the most part.
Paul is supposed to come down and visit me and I am very excited to see his little face. As I wrote on Monday, we had an incredible weekend together and it definitly helped to spark the passion between us a bit more.
Well, actually, the sex was blah, but the connection we had was great.
Long story and way too personal to get into here.
Last night I watched American Pop Idol. The show blows. It really does. 2 of the 3 that are left suck my dick. I do enjoy Kelly. I think she is phenomenally talented and definitly has a bright career in front of her. But AMERICAN POP IDOL? I don't think so. I think that maybe we are done with Pop Idols for a little while. Society is moving towards R & B or music with an edge - hence Nicklesnore, Puddle of Snore, and Avril LaSnore.
I do enjoy the premise of American Pop Idol. What I don't like are the stupid skits they do, the constant judges bickering, and the annoying children that are screaming the entire time. Does anyone else understand what I am getting at? I don't want to be a negative nancy about all of this...but if Dunkleman doesn't go away forever, I will be forced to remove him myself.
I also happened to catch the Diary of the VMA Superstars on MTV. Justin TimbAHlake will be making his first solo performance tomorrow night at the VMA's. GOD! Could this kid GET any more beautiful?!?!?! There is just something about him that makes me wet myself whenever he is on the tube. He is, obviously, attractive, he is smooth, he is cool, and above all else, he is fucking funny and adorable. I just love him. I will immediatly buy his cd, and like the giddy 15 year old girl that I am, I might even buy a poster of him to put above my canopy bed.
Ah the dreams I will have...
He's the fucking best.
Too bad Joey Fatone is busy getting his dick sucked by my friend Rachel. He could have been performing at the VMA's too, but he is too horny for his own good. Way to go Sexaholic!
I have a question...
Could the 3 gigantic pimples I have on my face go away now?
If it's not too much to ask.
I weighed myself this weekend while I was in P-town and was shocked to find out that I tip the scales at 180#!
FUCK YEAH!
I weigh as much as my boyfriend now. WHOOPS!
I say to Paul: "Holy shit! I thought I was at like 155#."
Paul: "No Joe. You haven't been near that for 3 years!"
Thanks Paul.
Douche.
It's a good thing I have an overly attractive face.
;)
but not really ;)
I like being bigger, but I would also like to see my abs at some point before I am fitty.
And by fitty, I mean 50.
Alright...I guess that is it.
peace jiggas!
If you are bored and want to read about how awful it is to ride the NYC subways,
click here
This is another link that Ari sent me, but I haven't even seen what it is yet. I may be taking a risk by just plugging it in here, but I trust her judgement. WHAT COULD THIS BE?
Also...I just started The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold today. I am only on page 30, but tears have pricked at my eyes twice already. It's a beautiful book. I can just tell.
Rita has already read it. I am next and then Kelly. After we have all finished it, we are having a book club meeting to discuss it. How fun, right?
Our next book is for Halloween! Does anyone have a SCARY book that they can suggest? It has to be one that none of us have read and with me being the connosiurereoai (that is supposed to be connosewer) of horror books, I need to know of one that may not be that popular.
Also...on Halloween night, after we do something incredibly fun of course, Kelly and I are going to show Rita The Rocky Horror Picture Show movie on VH1. She has never seen it! Kelly and I created the tradition of watching it on Halloween last year. How fun, right?
Last year, Kelly and I went to the restaurant she was working at at the time (Park Avalon) and got drinks. We also got these little cookies. Do you remember Kel? The one of the pumpkin and the one of the American Flag (post 9/11 cookie). We had a great time and went home, ordered dinner and watched the movie together. Of course singing along the entire time.
It was probably one of the best nights Kelly and I had last year. It was seriously fun.
So this year...big plans! :-D
K...now that is it for real.
barp.
Thanks Reets! You helped me to get a little bit better.
So I am supposed to start dog sitting tomorrow night, but it turns out that the dog is menstruating all over the place. "Missy", the dog, is now wearing a diaper and it must be changed before she goes out on her walk. SICK! I don't do that. And I KNOW Kelly don't do that. So I have told the people that she and I will not be dog sitting this weekend. EWE! I can't believe this lady hasn't had her dog spade. I mean...it's bleeding out of it's vergina for god's sakes!
And yes...I meant to type "vergina".
This weekend, Rita and I head to the Pocono's to have a weekend romp with our lady friends from college. While these 4 girls are Rita and my best friends from way back, it will definitly not be a weekend of total exuberance.
Did that make sense?
There will be drama. There will be laughs, prolly some tears. It will be overwhelming. That's for sure. I am excited about it. I really am. But I am NOT going swimming. There is a lake and a pool and I have made Rita promise me that she nor I will go swimming. If she decides to break the promise, I have to make out with our friend, Jessica. I think it's a fair deal. I mean, Jessica is one hot piece of ass.
(snicker snicker)
We have told the girls that we can't stay until Monday, cuz Kelly has her graduation party that day. hahaha. We lie.
We just wanted to have one day to sleep! I mean...August has been the absolute craziest month of our lives! Neither she nor I have had a moment's peace. Every weekend has been filled with either visits out of the city or events in the city. It's been great, but a bit much. Just think Reets...next weekend will be free and clear! For the most part.
Paul is supposed to come down and visit me and I am very excited to see his little face. As I wrote on Monday, we had an incredible weekend together and it definitly helped to spark the passion between us a bit more.
Well, actually, the sex was blah, but the connection we had was great.
Long story and way too personal to get into here.
Last night I watched American Pop Idol. The show blows. It really does. 2 of the 3 that are left suck my dick. I do enjoy Kelly. I think she is phenomenally talented and definitly has a bright career in front of her. But AMERICAN POP IDOL? I don't think so. I think that maybe we are done with Pop Idols for a little while. Society is moving towards R & B or music with an edge - hence Nicklesnore, Puddle of Snore, and Avril LaSnore.
I do enjoy the premise of American Pop Idol. What I don't like are the stupid skits they do, the constant judges bickering, and the annoying children that are screaming the entire time. Does anyone else understand what I am getting at? I don't want to be a negative nancy about all of this...but if Dunkleman doesn't go away forever, I will be forced to remove him myself.
I also happened to catch the Diary of the VMA Superstars on MTV. Justin TimbAHlake will be making his first solo performance tomorrow night at the VMA's. GOD! Could this kid GET any more beautiful?!?!?! There is just something about him that makes me wet myself whenever he is on the tube. He is, obviously, attractive, he is smooth, he is cool, and above all else, he is fucking funny and adorable. I just love him. I will immediatly buy his cd, and like the giddy 15 year old girl that I am, I might even buy a poster of him to put above my canopy bed.
Ah the dreams I will have...
He's the fucking best.
Too bad Joey Fatone is busy getting his dick sucked by my friend Rachel. He could have been performing at the VMA's too, but he is too horny for his own good. Way to go Sexaholic!
I have a question...
Could the 3 gigantic pimples I have on my face go away now?
If it's not too much to ask.
I weighed myself this weekend while I was in P-town and was shocked to find out that I tip the scales at 180#!
FUCK YEAH!
I weigh as much as my boyfriend now. WHOOPS!
I say to Paul: "Holy shit! I thought I was at like 155#."
Paul: "No Joe. You haven't been near that for 3 years!"
Thanks Paul.
Douche.
It's a good thing I have an overly attractive face.
;)
but not really ;)
I like being bigger, but I would also like to see my abs at some point before I am fitty.
And by fitty, I mean 50.
Alright...I guess that is it.
peace jiggas!
If you are bored and want to read about how awful it is to ride the NYC subways,
click here
This is another link that Ari sent me, but I haven't even seen what it is yet. I may be taking a risk by just plugging it in here, but I trust her judgement. WHAT COULD THIS BE?
Also...I just started The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold today. I am only on page 30, but tears have pricked at my eyes twice already. It's a beautiful book. I can just tell.
Rita has already read it. I am next and then Kelly. After we have all finished it, we are having a book club meeting to discuss it. How fun, right?
Our next book is for Halloween! Does anyone have a SCARY book that they can suggest? It has to be one that none of us have read and with me being the connosiurereoai (that is supposed to be connosewer) of horror books, I need to know of one that may not be that popular.
Also...on Halloween night, after we do something incredibly fun of course, Kelly and I are going to show Rita The Rocky Horror Picture Show movie on VH1. She has never seen it! Kelly and I created the tradition of watching it on Halloween last year. How fun, right?
Last year, Kelly and I went to the restaurant she was working at at the time (Park Avalon) and got drinks. We also got these little cookies. Do you remember Kel? The one of the pumpkin and the one of the American Flag (post 9/11 cookie). We had a great time and went home, ordered dinner and watched the movie together. Of course singing along the entire time.
It was probably one of the best nights Kelly and I had last year. It was seriously fun.
So this year...big plans! :-D
K...now that is it for real.
barp.
