Tuesday, September 03, 2002
I am get-ting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off............
Okay...work is fucking out of control today. The phone has yet to stop ringing, the amount of students pouring in through the door represents only one thing...INSANITY!
I am sweating, I think. I have been running around like a crazy person. Ari is out today and while I fully support her taking time off to do whatever she needs to do, I am here alone and am starting to drown. Luckily I am leaving for lunch in a couple of minutes, so that should give me some time to clear my head. My co-workers promise me that it won't be this crazy for the whole week, but what do they know? They aren't sitting at the front desk selling Rosh Hashana tickets.
On the plus side, the day is FLYING by. I can't believe it is almost 2pm.
It's all good.
This weekend in the Pocono's was one of the best weekends I have had all summer. Without a doubt. Rita and I both fully enjoyed ourselves. We spent about 98% of it getting drunk and laughing and running around like mad people. In total, there were 9 of us there. All 6 girls (me included) and three of the 6 boyfriends. The guys I met were fucking amazing. These girls have really secured hotties with great personalities. Okay...they weren't all hotties, just Nina's. FUCK! That girl has the hottest boyfriend this side of hot.
And he was the one boyfriend that I spent most of my time talking to. What a gem!
lol
gem.
What am I? A granny?
Friday night, everyone passed out pretty early, cept for a small group of us that decided to get a game of "Spoons" going. It was fucking fun. And I won.
Hee.
Saturday, the girls (me not included this time)_made a huge breakfast for all of us. We housed, then went to the lake to play a couple games of volleyball and bocce ball. All the while chugging beers and laughing our tits off. At one point, I went to tickle Rita's nose with a feather (from a dirty, west nile infected pigeon) when I accidently rubbed it all over her tongue. Oops.
It was PRETTY funny.
Saturday night we had the fucking best meal, then played a trivia game that Rita and I had previously prepared. We were the most popular for this game. The girls LOVED it.
Then we all got ready and went out to this really nice bar that was having Karaoke. Everyone sang and went out of their minds. Then Rita and I took the crew to Baby Boomers Dance Club. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Baby Boomers.
Rita and I soon realized that we were the only ones from NYC when we danced a little more insane then everyone else.
You know that Khia song: "My neck, my back, lick my pussy and my crack"?
Well...they played that as we were walking in and then right after it, they played "My neck, my back, lick my cock and my sack".
It was PRETTY great.
We stayed up real late and then all passed out somewhere around 4:30am. Got up again at 9am for breakfast and talks. Ended up leaving at 1pm.
Very sad to go. It was so amazing. So much better than I had anticipated. And so much better then I ever thought it could be. I miss these girls with my heart. I miss having a group of people like this. 6 people makes it so that there really aren't any problems. You can fight with one and still be part of the group. It's hard to do that with 3. And even harder to do that with 2.
:-D
So....(big sigh)
it's over. We are going to try to plan another get together for sometime in a couple of months. Rita is in charge this time.
The condo that we ended up staying in was so fucking beautiful. The rooms were huge and everything was just PERFECT!
It all ended up being totally affordable. Everything really went flawlessly. No problems.
I, for the first time in my life, have no complaints.
I spent last night dogsitting. Well, housesitting. The dog comes back into my life tonight. God I hope it's not bleeding out of its' vergina anymore. That is so sick.
Gotta see if I can clean up this bitch's apartment too. It's just so trashed.
Last night on Road Rules....which by the way was the most amazing episode of the whole season so far! There is one line in it that was so fucking funny that I literally spit out what I was drinking.
The new girl, Raquel, was talking about the challenge. They had to eat like all of this fucked up stuff. Like cow brains, cow testicles, etc. The trick was that the girls had to make it and the guys had to eat it. They ate and puked like every bite, but eventually accomplished it. When it was the girls turn, the boys had to make them vanilla smoothies out of cow testicles and some other nasty shit.
Raquel says to the camera:
"I'm worried about this challenge. I mean, I am really hungry, but not for cow penis."
It made me SHIT myself. Wait until you hear her say it. It's by far the funniest line on the planet! And she is adorable. Bye Sarah, hello Raquel.
Welcome.
One other note...about a couple weeks ago, I wrote that Shane, the gay one on Road Rules, was wearing my bathing suit in one scene. Well last night, Rachel, the lesbian, was wearing one of the polo shirts I own from Urban. I mean, for real?!?!?!
What is the deal with gays all buying the same clothes?
ugh. No wonder people call me fag on the bus. You can tell by the clothes I wear!
Who knew.
Ok...seriously typed this in 10 minutes. Got to get back to work, but these were the things I just HAD to write about today.
pth.
Okay...work is fucking out of control today. The phone has yet to stop ringing, the amount of students pouring in through the door represents only one thing...INSANITY!
I am sweating, I think. I have been running around like a crazy person. Ari is out today and while I fully support her taking time off to do whatever she needs to do, I am here alone and am starting to drown. Luckily I am leaving for lunch in a couple of minutes, so that should give me some time to clear my head. My co-workers promise me that it won't be this crazy for the whole week, but what do they know? They aren't sitting at the front desk selling Rosh Hashana tickets.
On the plus side, the day is FLYING by. I can't believe it is almost 2pm.
It's all good.
This weekend in the Pocono's was one of the best weekends I have had all summer. Without a doubt. Rita and I both fully enjoyed ourselves. We spent about 98% of it getting drunk and laughing and running around like mad people. In total, there were 9 of us there. All 6 girls (me included) and three of the 6 boyfriends. The guys I met were fucking amazing. These girls have really secured hotties with great personalities. Okay...they weren't all hotties, just Nina's. FUCK! That girl has the hottest boyfriend this side of hot.
And he was the one boyfriend that I spent most of my time talking to. What a gem!
lol
gem.
What am I? A granny?
Friday night, everyone passed out pretty early, cept for a small group of us that decided to get a game of "Spoons" going. It was fucking fun. And I won.
Hee.
Saturday, the girls (me not included this time)_made a huge breakfast for all of us. We housed, then went to the lake to play a couple games of volleyball and bocce ball. All the while chugging beers and laughing our tits off. At one point, I went to tickle Rita's nose with a feather (from a dirty, west nile infected pigeon) when I accidently rubbed it all over her tongue. Oops.
It was PRETTY funny.
Saturday night we had the fucking best meal, then played a trivia game that Rita and I had previously prepared. We were the most popular for this game. The girls LOVED it.
Then we all got ready and went out to this really nice bar that was having Karaoke. Everyone sang and went out of their minds. Then Rita and I took the crew to Baby Boomers Dance Club. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Baby Boomers.
Rita and I soon realized that we were the only ones from NYC when we danced a little more insane then everyone else.
You know that Khia song: "My neck, my back, lick my pussy and my crack"?
Well...they played that as we were walking in and then right after it, they played "My neck, my back, lick my cock and my sack".
It was PRETTY great.
We stayed up real late and then all passed out somewhere around 4:30am. Got up again at 9am for breakfast and talks. Ended up leaving at 1pm.
Very sad to go. It was so amazing. So much better than I had anticipated. And so much better then I ever thought it could be. I miss these girls with my heart. I miss having a group of people like this. 6 people makes it so that there really aren't any problems. You can fight with one and still be part of the group. It's hard to do that with 3. And even harder to do that with 2.
:-D
So....(big sigh)
it's over. We are going to try to plan another get together for sometime in a couple of months. Rita is in charge this time.
The condo that we ended up staying in was so fucking beautiful. The rooms were huge and everything was just PERFECT!
It all ended up being totally affordable. Everything really went flawlessly. No problems.
I, for the first time in my life, have no complaints.
I spent last night dogsitting. Well, housesitting. The dog comes back into my life tonight. God I hope it's not bleeding out of its' vergina anymore. That is so sick.
Gotta see if I can clean up this bitch's apartment too. It's just so trashed.
Last night on Road Rules....which by the way was the most amazing episode of the whole season so far! There is one line in it that was so fucking funny that I literally spit out what I was drinking.
The new girl, Raquel, was talking about the challenge. They had to eat like all of this fucked up stuff. Like cow brains, cow testicles, etc. The trick was that the girls had to make it and the guys had to eat it. They ate and puked like every bite, but eventually accomplished it. When it was the girls turn, the boys had to make them vanilla smoothies out of cow testicles and some other nasty shit.
Raquel says to the camera:
"I'm worried about this challenge. I mean, I am really hungry, but not for cow penis."
It made me SHIT myself. Wait until you hear her say it. It's by far the funniest line on the planet! And she is adorable. Bye Sarah, hello Raquel.
Welcome.
One other note...about a couple weeks ago, I wrote that Shane, the gay one on Road Rules, was wearing my bathing suit in one scene. Well last night, Rachel, the lesbian, was wearing one of the polo shirts I own from Urban. I mean, for real?!?!?!
What is the deal with gays all buying the same clothes?
ugh. No wonder people call me fag on the bus. You can tell by the clothes I wear!
Who knew.
Ok...seriously typed this in 10 minutes. Got to get back to work, but these were the things I just HAD to write about today.
pth.
