Will you do my laundry?

Sexual legos

2009-03-08T18:51:00.000-07:00

Ohhhhh kayyy

2009-03-05T21:25:00.000-08:00

So, I'm posting a Casual Encounter on Craig's List. One that I happened to come across. Anyway, I haven't laughed that hard at the written word in awhile. This guy is....absurd.

I started to think of what lines I liked best so I could say "Hey, look at this.", but there were too many.

GET READY FOR RIDICULOUS-NESS

I'm going to drag your filthy ass to the shower and wash you as you suck my wet dick. I'm going to clean you up, paying special attention to your dirty little fuck holes. Lathering you up and splashing it off. Than drag your slutty ass to your bed, still wet - and make you hold your feet next to your ears as I slurp your dripping pussy and ass like ribs. Water turning into juices, I'll sloppily work your clit over with my tongue, then your lips - sucking them dry, then your ass - pumping my tongue in rythmically with my wet fingers jabbing your pussy now and my thumb rubbing your clit.
Getting you all worked up, your body swaying back and forth to the waves as you groan and grind your slutty ass. Just when your eyes are clinched closed and you get distant, I plunge my nine inch throbbing cock as deep as I can into your pussy. You squeal - try to hold me back - too late! All the way in. A good twenty pumps and I rip it out, juices dripping and shove it down you flabbergasted throat. Hold you by the neck and fuck your mouth till your gagging up. Pull it out and let you lick it clean... And then again fucking your throat. angrily at the deepest spot in you.
Oh, your ass is going to be bright red, slippery wet. I'm going to throw you on your back on the edge of your bed, lift one foot to my mouth and fuck you hard so you can watch my veiny cock punish you with deep strokes from my head to balls, quivering your lips all along the way as my head engorges.
Then I turn you over on your knees and fuck you doggy style, using your hair like reigns. Riding you over the hills and through the valley. Big, deep strokes as I smack your ass painfully to get you to go faster and harder. Backing yourself up, it's amazing you can stand it, cumming over and over again like the dirty little cock whore you are.
Finally you lose the fear of pain and begin to bounce on my cock like a ball on a string. Arching your back and pressing your big bouncing tits into the mattress, ass jutting in the air as I stroke your begging little pussy. I cross my fingers like I'm making a wish or lying and work them into your licked wet asshole.
Slow, firm motions get them all the way in as you try to catch your breath between gasps. Then I work your g-spot through your ass with my fingers as my cock thrust passed in and out.
I'll make you cum a few times, then I pull out and put the head of my cock at your turned on asshole and let you lick my fingers, getting them wet and ready for your clit. I lean in, allowing your ass to swallow me. Once it's half way in I start to stroke. Deeper and deeper with every thrust, it's a little more that you can take... which is whay I'm shoving you face into the pillow as I make room.
Once your quieter, I let your head up and stoke your ass sweetly but deeply. Rubbing your pussy wildly, flowing from massaging your clit to shoving my fingers in your slutty cunt. Grab you by the throat with my other hand and keep my cock still and stiff and rock you back and forth on it to your pants and screams. Slowly increasing the tempo until you're rocking so fast, everything is a blur as you feel me pumping your ass and growing huger than ever before. You feel my nuts swelling with your hand and you beg me to cum in your mouth, just to make it end as much as anything else. Cumming and cumming it's too much, like mushrooms. Just when you think I'm going to blow up your ass with my growing size, I rip it out of you and aim it at your gaping mouth.
You tickle under my head with the tip of your tongue and that uncorks the bottle. Streams of cum jettison. Eight huge eruptions all in your mouth choking you from sheer volume. I finish and squeeze out one last stream. Then I shove my cock at it's hugest and dirtiest all the way down. You eyes go big, but you can't pretend you don't love it you nasty ass slut. Can you?

Is a weenie like astronaut food?

2009-03-03T22:20:00.001-08:00

So, you think your wank is so great that it should have its own show on the internet. I think not. Why is it here? Why?

Why are you measuring your weenis with freeze dried packets of food?

I'm disturbed.

local musicz

2009-02-23T21:36:00.000-08:00

i saw nik freitas play years ago. i can't even remember...maybe at hotel utah? it was either or before going to see the show i'd actually come for. apparently, i'm good at being vague.

anyway, this is about nik. i think if nothing else, you should check out 'under a goodbye'. it reminds me of rain in the middle of nowhere. love you some freitas, go ahead.
you can't go wrong with a harmonica.

2009-02-23T21:23:00.000-08:00

before i start this, i should mention that 'forever your girl' just came on my shuffle. well, couldn't be more perfect.

i'm addicted to craig's list casual encounters, especially involving trannies.

there is one line from one post that i found hysterical and honestly endearing all at the same time. it is:

"I'm on the small side - 4.5" and completely smooth- so anything you have is sure to be more impressive!"

that kind of honesty is rare.

the cure, "a forest" just came on. i'm doin' alright with the shuffle tonight.

a monday night, casual encounters, a few beers, a whiskey, and music.
i'm a creep.

the sentinel sf

2009-02-20T12:29:00.000-08:00

makes a mean sandwich. owned by a dennis leary. which leary though? THE leary?

i got my zipcar key in the mail! i can now flee the city at a moment's notice! i can now buy many groceries at once! i'm excited and nervous. i haven't driven in san francisco since...well, ever.

last night i changed my tube in my back tire. it took almost two hours. this is because:

a) i'm awful at changing my tube
b) i have the attention span of a gnat
c) i was slightly under an influence (the actual influence is none of your business)
d) there was a break in there to eat a half a sandwich

now, i will google dennis leary.

www.overheardinnewyork.com

2009-02-18T18:58:00.001-08:00

this guy on 'i love money 2' (judge away) just said, "i'm not gonna be redundant, i'm not gonna repeat myself."

i find that hysterical. i love smut.

also, i'm going to see the fling tonight at the knockout with the dubs. should be grande, and after last night's hangover, i'm sure tomorrow will suck. i'm pretty good at consecutive days of debauchery and consecutive mornings of feeling seasick.

also also, this cracks me up:

Girl #1: So he went to Louisiana for college and he was evacuated! I was like, "Ha! You had to leave the country the day you got there!"
Girl #2: State. Louisiana's a state.
Girl #1: Really? Where is it?

She got the ill mole on her face; her cheek look like a titty.

his friends hate him

2009-02-16T22:43:00.001-08:00

i heart craig's list

2009-02-16T22:35:00.001-08:00

look at those glass heels!

several months later...

2009-02-16T22:10:00.000-08:00

and i'm basically doing the same thing. after an unneeded break, and a much needed kick in the ass, i'm going to try my best to write at least three things a week. nobody is reading them, but it's good for me fingers. helps them stay slim.

i was just outside and a guy came up behind me with an umbrella and i got this flash of 'a clockwork orange'. i was certain he was going to beat me senseless (which sometimes wouldn't take much) and then say something along the lines of 'me glazzies'. it didn't happen. then, a dude came by with ski gear and i heard an airplane. the street is wet and packed with fun sights.

recently: hmmmmmm, recently. yesterday was nutters birthday, and i had a blast. i'm yankin' her (not like that) to see blind pilot with me in april, and i suggest you go. i'm listening to them now and they are superb. SupERB. say it aloud.

i have a slow leak in my bike tire, which is like my brain. slowly leaking. i don't think that's a bad thing, i just need to get a new tube for each device.

tonight i had dinner with turkeybottom, nutters, and jess. it was funny. our waitress meeped at me and i almost lost my shit. then, a guy with a stick for a mustache came in and i lost it...again. good thing my friends are good at covering for my horrifically timed laughter. i hope you don't fall in front of me. i'll laugh, you'll get mad, and we probably won't be friends anymore.

it weirds me out to think of all the information we will lose if the internet disappears tomorrow. photos, writing, friend requests! alllllll gone!
.

lord, i am lazy

2008-08-08T18:47:00.000-07:00

so, i'm just getting around to it, but this is arizona day one: okay, well, it's more like day one and a half? we go....

monk, nutters, and i leave san francisco at 8pm wednesday night (july 23rd) and we meet at trader joe's. why trader joe's? first of all because they have cheap cheap whiskers. secondly, we took the tj's car on our trip.

go ahead, take a gander. this is what we drove the shit out of for 6 days. i named her cheryl and it stuck. cheryl was a fucking bitch sometimes. anyway, here is cheryl with nutters.

nuts doesn't know how to drive, so it was up to me and monk to split the travels from sf at 8pm to sedona, az. i had a broken foot, so i took off my future foot space gear to assist with the navigation of cheryl. we drove through the night and rotated sleeping until we ended up at the coffee pot in sedona around 9am july, 24th.

the coffee pot has 101 omelettes! and, our server reminded me of that chick that owns the diner in 'twin peaks'.

we ate some grub and then went to slide rock. it's this huge tub of water with really flat mossy rocks, so you can start at the top of the water flow and slide down on all these rocks they gots goin on. i didn't do this because i couldn't really walk down there.

we did, however, get in the water and start talking. then, a 3 foot snake swam over my leg and i flipped out and crawled up the bank. em and monk later went down the slide rocks. i was too busy thinking about when we would get beer.

after this, we went to cathedral rock. everything is a rock in arizona. some religious fanatics carved a goddamn church into stone!

this church was up a weird stone staircase and the view from it was outstanding:

after this we drove from sedona to flagstaff. we started drinking and then found out (via ben the creepy duder) that a bachelor party was taking place next to our motel room. we declined and went out on the town in flagstaff. whiskey ran rampant and we made our way to several bars. the best part was that thunderstorms skirted every city we were in, so no matter where we went there was lightning and thunder in the distnace. like we're the witches of eastwick, or whatever that place was called where cher was a witch.

anyway, one last photo of us in a 2 for 1 bar in flagstaff. after we all got wasted. we went back to our motel and rested up for day 2. hard to think all this shit was day one.

blonde brigade 2008

2008-07-29T20:16:00.000-07:00

i recently returned from the road trip of a century. i'm going to break it down, but it'll be broken per day. there is far too much to include in one fatal typefest.

right now i'm watching twin peaks, assembling my future foot, and thinking about what i'm going to do in the following days. it's weird to think that you can do whatever you want, and it's even weirder to sit at home and do none of those things.

i want to:

make a pinhole camera
have movie night
play poker
get a desk and shelf for my room
take more photos
watch more movies
go to japantown more often
spend more time with friends
go to the grocery store more than once every 3 weeks
know more about all of it

look at it all and it boils down to one word, really. MORE. i need to do more. i need more. that's about it.

details from the trip to come. it'll take installments.

c'mon osteoblasts

2008-07-23T17:45:00.000-07:00

so i fractured my foot. which sucks. what sucks more, is that i leave tonight on a road trip where hikes were a pivotal point. it's okay. i'm going to sit in the sun and do crossword puzzles for the hiking portions.

i'm out. arizona here i come. i'll come back with a sunburn, appreciate for the desert, a hangover, probably another broken foot, and another tattoo. it can't be that bad, even though it is raining there right now. oh well, i'll just have a wet future foot instead of a dry one.

good bye now.

future employment?

2008-07-18T17:00:00.000-07:00

i was with courtney at the pilsner and we started chatting about sex hotlines.

a few that exist:

1-800-BIG-DICK
1-800-GET-PORN
1-800-BIG-COCK
1-800-GOT-TITS
1-800-SEXY-MAN
1-800-FUCK-HER
1-800-NIPPLES
1-800-IWRAPIT
1-800-TOUCHME

seriously. i'm sure i could spend all day finding retarded 800 numbers, but instead, i decided to laugh at craig's list casual encounters.

check it:

My name is Francois and i comes from St. Tropez in the south of France , i am looking to mess arounds with a more experienced woman who will shoe me good things, if you are intrested please do right me back , thank you.....

I am 5'10 tan , dark brown hair, dark mysterious eyes and 160 lbs

HAHA... "shoe me good things". hahaha

oh federal aid, you doeth me wrongeth

2008-07-15T19:36:00.000-07:00

today was my sfsu orientation. boring, snoring, drooling, and dreaming of how to end it quicker.

until i saw her. my friend courtney! she was there. at the same god forsaken, mind numbing event as i! we could bond together over lunatic gatorators! (go blue team go!) and tips on how to take tests and get to campus. gawd, it was bad. the one positive was running into a random friend there. it helped to pass the day.

the lunch they provided wasn't worth the fee and the advice they gave was laughable. whatever. we registered for classes and are now officially attending a four year college after spending more than four years at a two year college. yeah....do that math!

i'm excited about my classes. they are all either film or literature based and i can't wait to take them. as for the gatoradors, screw you, you peppy little bastards. i reckon you didn't pay for your own education, which is why you are so amped to talk about it to other people. call me back when you are several grand in debt, then maybe i'll listen.

purple suckas!

the handle, it is almost gone

2008-07-13T18:18:00.001-07:00

we (which i'll break down later) went camping at russian gulch state park this weekend. holy smokes! i've never had such a deluge of card playing, drinking, and eating in the same day. it was godly. God, you'd be proud. we displayed more sin and forgiveness in two days than you did in a decade. that isn't blasphemous, that's just truth.

friday night we were reprimanded for being too loud. this was around 1 (i guess, i didn't have a watch). some guy came to don's tent where around 10 of us were inside playing jacks and fives and passing around a handle of jameson. okay flashlight, we'll be quiet. really though, he was a jerk. don't flashlight us, ask us to quiet down like a proper man would. not like some dude out of sigma beta alpha who wanted to always shine his light in a tent without consequence.

saturday we had awesome breakfast foods thanks to meep, then most others went on a hike to a waterfall and camp misfit (aka camp jigsaw) split up and went on a hike to either:
a) the lighthouse
b) the beach

on a side note, there were three camps. camp sexy (the newly brought together couples with one married couple), camp wedding (all of whom are either married or engaged) and our camp: camp jigsaw/misfit, which was a combo of the ONLY 4 singles there (myself, don, hayden, and mr. steve) a woman with her baby (who i only heard cry once, pretty mellow babe), and two couples.

saturday night was game night. we played uno, cards games galore, and dominoes. it was awesome.

this is getting long, so i'll try to cut it down.

we had awesome food and drinks all weekend. there were chipmunks everywhere. the coupled outnumbered the singles. the singles probably out drank and smoked the couples. there were tons of dogs. the beach was superb. steve and don both fell in and got wet, while hayden and i played it safe on rocks.

mr. steve is soaked. because he fell in the ocean. because he overestimated his talents.

ps. the rite aid in mendicino is ridiculous.

other notes:

hayden is almost as big as a phone booth.

pps, the whole reason we went to the ocean (other than the ocean, duh) was this bridge.

fire crotch & goat cheese

2008-07-10T11:40:00.000-07:00

my friend matt barocco just won a 4 day cruise for 2. it got me thinking about what i have won in my life, it equals one free rental from some place when i lived in arkansas. probably crossroads or something.

i think it's time i won something big. dot won a tv and a phone at a fish fry once. now, barocco wins a cruise.

i think i'm due for winning a new bicycle or a years supply of goat cheese or something equally as great.

the noble goat

i'm in love

2008-07-10T10:56:00.001-07:00

http://www.amazon.com/gp/cdp/member-reviews/A1P77VEAYYDCZ5/ref=cm_pdp_reviews_see_all?ie=UTF8&sort%5Fby=MostRecentReview

some of my favorite reviews from him include, but are not limited to:

crunch and munch
dr. scholls foot powder
pouf mesh sponges (this one is my favorite)

enjoy.

quotes i done forgotten

2008-07-09T08:44:00.000-07:00

Linds: "P, quit wasting your time with Jewel. She can't reproduce."

Wade: "Should we run away?" (after throwing an open can of beer in the fire)

there were probably five hundred more, but i'm gonna go ahead and say that they are lost forever in a sea of debauchery.

the end.

campin' fever

2008-07-07T20:20:00.000-07:00

Linds: "When I go to the bathroom everyone will want to go with me." - said at 4pm with a headlamp (fully lit) on her head

Wade: "Soymilk was the death of the Wild West."

Emily: "Sama mothing fuckin' hani."

Wade: "P, say something witty"

P: "It'll come."

Joe: "Hey, Pete" :)

Linds: "Nobody wants a Debbie Downer. And, why do you say 'to death do you part'? That's a bummer."

Wade: "This water taste like shit compared to beer."

Megan: "He kept saying 'va-hee-nah"

Jewel: "Why did he keep saying that? What does it even mean?"

Megan: "Vagina in Spanish."

Linds to P: "I'm gonna fend this up your asshole."

P to Jewel: "Write that down."

Linds: "That's just a big ball of frown!"

Linds: "I don't understand words." (while drunk playing cards)

P to Jewel (reeking of sarcasm): "I'm a VH1 VJ. I'm a pussy!"

Linds: "I do it up my butt when I want!"

P to Jewel (early am Saturday morning): "So, do you like black guys?"

Jewel: "I'm half wizard."

Emily (in a thick Italian accent): "And half Italian. Forget about it. Poof!"

Emily: "They went to go mate in the woods."

Jewel: "Bacon is pig magic."

P: "I wanna titty fuck a mouse because it has nine teets."

Wade: "You see that mouse.....I'm gonna fuck it!"

Linds: "Is my tooth cracked?"

P:"It's a nicotine passage." (after smoking a cigarette and poppin' in a nicotine lozenge)

Megain: "The best thing about camping is picking your nose."

P: "Don't burn Jewel, she burns easily."

P to Jewel: "Yeah, you just make everything sound better than it is."

Wade: "It kinda smells like puke."

Karina: "Joe! I need some poundin!"

P: "H. I hate that number."

Linds: "Thunderclap!" (while thunderclapping on P)

Linds: "I gypsy."

Wade: "You aren't a real woman, Jewel?"

Jewel: "What am I?"

Wade: "A vagina with a heartbeat."

P: "Put some fire on the wood, Jewel."

Jewel: "That makes a whole lot of sense fucking."

tuckered out

2008-07-06T21:14:00.000-07:00

camping this weekend was amazing. and, i had SO SO SO many fucking fantastic photos. then, i got home and realized that my memory card had fallin' out of my camera. now, i have nothing but a list of quotes.
i think technology fucks with people, and it gives them another reason to be bummed. a friend on this trip was talking about how she was bummed that someone didn't email her back (a boy). now, i'm bummed that i have no photos.

ultimate conclusion, as irrational as it is, right now i hate internet and i hate cameras. i just wanna hop into the oregon trail days so that i can break a wagon axel and die from a snake bite. fuck technology. it just makes me mad right now.

and yeah, i did drop the f bomb 3 times right there. that is how upset i am that i was retarded enough to lose my f'ing memory card. F!

ps

2008-07-04T06:00:00.001-07:00

freedom ain't free, bitches.
so go celebrate your independence, the country already has enough people celebrating it. today is about you.

mcfly

2008-07-04T05:30:00.000-07:00

so, yesterday was movie night at the square and i was duped! so, i in turn duped everyone else. i thought they were supposed to play back to the future, and instead they played these short flicks. 'award winning' short flicks, but certainly no back to the future. geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez.

i came home pretty early because i was just tuckered out, and now NOW i must arrange myself in a manner that promotes healthy camping. even though i'll probably consume more food and whiskey in the next 72 hours than any lady should, i'll try my best to do it in a healthy way. by healthy, i only mean that i won't be rocking in a corner by myself consuming, i'll be in the woods with 7 friends.

camping. camp. YES, I'M OUT!

P is the love hammer of thor, apparently

2008-07-03T15:09:00.000-07:00

p recently claimed he was 'a love god'. so, i decided to help him out by posting an ad for him on craig's list.

go ahead, click on it and view the magic. let me know if you're interested and i'll give you his digits.

cowboy boots

2008-07-03T08:39:00.000-07:00

i woke myself up at around 5am laughing from this dream i had.

i was sitting around a lodge with all these people, not real people but dream people. and this guy walked in with baby deer legs and super tight jeans on. he also had these astounding brown and tan cowboy boots that came up over his knees and i knew right away that i had a MAJOR dream crush on him.

he had a gap between his teeth and a sticky mustache. he was also wearing an oversized mighty ducks hockey jersey. he had a glass of water and we were all standing in a circle talking when he went to toss out the last bit of water in his cup. he was smiling at me when he did this, so he didn't pay attention to the fact that where he tossed his remaining water was where this other dream dude was standing.

it hit the second dream dude right in the eye and made this really weird noise like 'pleenky'. then, my dream crush looked at me with this face that looked confused and scared all at the same time, and the second dude grabbed his eye and starting shouting about how bad that water hurt.

this is where i died laughing. i thought it was absurd that water would hurt his eye so much that he had to shout and hold his face while bending over in pain. BUT i really thought the face my dream crush made was hilarious. his mustache even twitched because he was so afraid the dude was gonna hit him for the water mistake.

yeah, so. that's that.

the dubs

2008-07-02T21:04:00.000-07:00

the list of what mama and papa dub are bringing for camping. mind you, we are there two nights and there are 6 other people bringing shit.

mama dub's list:

tortilla chips
potatoe chips
sunchips
crackers
trail mix and nuts
sliced cheese
2 bags of hamburger buns
coffee creamer
ranch dressing
red and white sangria
red party cups
4 water rafts
tylenol
vitamin C
bowls (all sizes)
condiments
8 tall reusable cups
8 reusable wine glasses
bug spray
batteries (AA, AAA, D)
flash lights
12 eggs
citronella candels
8 reusable plates
honey mustard dressing
2 big bottles of white wine
2 big bottles of red wine
5 bottles of propane (for mini bbq Wade has)
6 rolls of paper towels
30 bottles of water
30 bud lights
30 tecates
plain soy milk
vanilla soy milk
4 bottles of flavored soda water
Bulleit Bourbon
jug of iced tea
sandwich bread
black bean dip
bag of limes
plantain chips
bag of hot dog buns
can of black beans
chocolate sunflower seeds
chocolate almonds
pasta salad
hummus
grapes
8 sausages
scones
mini muffins
bag of lemons
bag of clementines
baby carrots
sliced apples
blueberries
peaches
nectarines
avocados
14 random beers
bacon
smores stuff
shit load of bananas
box of utensils

sometimes they stress me out with their preparation because it isn't what i'm good at or used to. but, most of the time, i'm just really happy that i have a mama and papa dub around to make even camping luxurious.

the distance between a belt and a boob

2008-07-02T13:58:00.000-07:00

additions

2008-07-02T09:14:00.000-07:00

i'm adding the following to my previous list:

Q-tips
whiskey
soup

happy in a pocket

2008-07-01T22:31:00.001-07:00

all of these make me happy:

rabbits named porkbun
dirty records
monkey butt
stories of when you were pooped on by a bird
not at all call
nutters
'no one puts baby in a corner'
skeeter
rogue waves
sidewalk chalk
pothos
harmonicas
stink foot
silly stories
polaroids
my bike, oscar
the square
empty vases
being called tj
bobby pants' rants
gas street lamps
scrabble
sufi
irish coffee
spooning
warm sheets
sunscreen
room temperature water
pink ladies
movie night
cards
beirut

next time i'm bummered, i'm checking this out. you should make your own list. it does wonders.

holy smokes continued

2008-07-01T17:58:00.000-07:00

i am, as i'm sure anyone would have guessed, horrible at this blog thing. i have no focus, so days will go by and i'll have something i want to say and it won't happen.

okay....soooooo, the same day (sunday, gay pride) got better after the chalet and megan's house.

after the plate o' food shared with monk, we decided to skip by her new place and ahhh at the wonder of a fantastic window from the sidewalk. it is, most certainly, a superb window. i'm jealous of that window. it's gonna flood the floor with light, and i wish i could say the same for my window.

we popped into danny coyle's to get some drinks and ended up calling out iarla. iarla came, he saw, he demolished what little bit of sobriety monk and i had left.

next stop, stupidville.

then, we met this guy. who was gay and proud and crunkiddty drunk. he gave me a nuggie. i don't know how you are supposed to spell that, but there you have it.

it was probably only ten at this point. somehow, i ended up at home at midnight chatting with people. i'm not sorry if i said anything stupid because you should know by now that's just how i roll. well, that, and knee deep in bitches.

so, that's about it. that was my sunday. chalet, wine, monk, hotrod, mr meowtains, it was all pretty fantastic. it's days like these that remind me of the benefits that are laced into singleness. if you're gonna go, go all out. be proud. be gay.

holy smokes

2008-06-30T10:30:00.001-07:00

yesterday was awesome. i'm going to talk about each part of the day separate from the next because they all deserve their own little blog.

the park chalet. hot rod picked me up and we went to the chalet. the mac and cheese was outrageous, the line for the bathroom was ever present, and the white wine made me feel like a real lady.

after the chalet, we went to megan's house. i played dress up because she has awesome clothing, and i also drank more white wine.

after this, i went to the cafe to listen to live jazz and color with monk. i purchased nicotine lozenges and colored pencils and nick and heather popped by to say hello.

i told my joke to nick who happened to have a finger puppet on him. the finger puppet was an elephant, so the joke went over really, really well. thanks, guy.

proud to pride

2008-06-29T03:47:00.001-07:00

this weekend is pride weekend. it's a time to take pride in whatever it is that you are or do or seek to do or wish to do or even who you do. it's time to be proud. i like that. my friend skeeter butt is in colorado right now, so she's missing it, but i think if she were here she would be going.

i can't sleep right now for some reason.

i got a random text from google asking me if i was "@pride?". weird.

i had SO much fun with monk last weekend, sunday to be specific, just walking around and checking out the city. taking crappy photographs and still thinking they look awesome, and eating an amazing breakfast at eddie's.

my only hope right now is that the next time i go to eddie's, i really wanna get one of the m&m mugs. it only happened to me once, and it was the green m&m chick. it was amazingly amazing.

i lied. i have a second hope....i really just want to fall asleep. so, i'm gonna try again with the help of edith frost.

flip it back.

2008-06-21T21:40:00.000-07:00

nicole marie monk, this is an ode to you. a way of expressing an unadulterated gratitude for you and your crazy ass.

if i had a ship, you certainly wouldn't walk the plank. you wouldn't even need to swab the decks.

i didn't think that i could possibly laugh today, and then i met you at the square for a tall boy. now, i can't imagine why i was sad. it seems impossible. that couple trying to parallel park also had a hand in my giggle fever.

now, it's off to a show, which i think will also play a role in gettin' me off the blues and back on track. the turkeybottom will be attending this show with me and then tomorrow we will wake up and go for our walk. snapshot and a nice dinner are planned. my taste buds are tingling already.

so, anyway, thanks monk. you mean a million to me, and you just flipped my day back to where it should have been anyway.