tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153383972009-02-20T18:26:29.847-06:00Austin's WonderlandAustin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1148318090973853262006-05-22T11:59:00.000-05:002006-05-22T12:14:51.036-05:00What's new<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/5-11-2006-03.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/5-11-2006-03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>It has been so long that it actually took me a minute to figure out how to post again. So the new things in my life I suppose consist of the new job which I am enjoying the slow pace and PJ wearing atmosphere. The other big deal in my life is a recent break-up, but each day seems to get a little easier and then of course I have those Sunday afternoons that I dwell on the past for a few hours. I have been staying to freaking busy lately and that truely seems to help. Let's see this weekend started on Thur when my best gal and I went to watch an Austin local funk/jazzy kind of band and drank cheap tap beer. It was a great start to my third "single weekend". Friday I took out a neighboor friend next to my mom that had just moved to TX from Colorado after college that thought we were a bunch of rednecks so I took him downtown and he was shocked. He could not believe all the singles in one spot. I must mention that he is about 6'9 so everyone thought he was a famous BB player and we got stares all night. Super fun times. Saturday I laid out w/ the roomie and then went with my step mom for X-rated Mojitos before we attend a play in Spanish on the East side. After the play we met the play members at Fabric (gay bar) for a B-day party. It was truely a blast and the boys were just so cute gushing out relationship issues like I have a clue on what to do or say...Sunday I laid out again and then returned back to bed for some down time w/ my Sex and the City DVDs. Soon after 4 hours passed and I realized that I was at risk of having a sad spell so I went to a buddies house and watch Desperate Housewives. Got home about 10:30 and talked w/ the roomie so more about men and relationships and what the hell it is that I am going to do about my situation. See the break-up was not straight forward and the confusion has only gotten as worse as we have cheated the break and seen eachother and spoken a few times. I am getting to the point now that I know every thing will be fine regardless of the out come. I am still not into meeting new boys, but I did flirt this weekend and it felt great, but I fled the scene when my digits were requested...more later I have to break... </strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-114831809097385326?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1144943012165246322006-04-13T10:41:00.000-05:002006-04-13T10:43:32.350-05:00Cheat<span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>In case anyone out there still visits this spot I am alive and well. I am trying to finish this semester while adjusting to a new job. All is well and I will eventually add more!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-114494301216524632?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1141764068355005502006-03-07T14:27:00.000-06:002006-03-07T14:41:10.343-06:00That's that boggie that's the jam.....<span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>I have been such a terrible bloget lately, that I considered just doing away with it all togethr. Let's see what is new in my life...I am pretty happy today besides the murky white sky the temperature is pretty swell. The boy and I really like each other right now and I can only hope that perhaps we are getting over all the small stuff that we had been bickering about. I think that if its not here yet then it's at least around the corner. School is well school is what it is and that is time consuming and tiring but luckily Spring Break is next week and I will at least have my evening to myself. I can't help but dream about when this long journey will come to a close for me. As far as the party scene I did manage to go to up my second titty bar on Friday night. This dumbfounding place was called the Yellow Rose and although I felt like a nun at first I truely ended up having a wonderful time. One of the guys drueling at our table let me pick the girl to give him a dance...how very kind and gentlemen like he was, but really it was fun and the weird part was that I was not with the boy that night. What else work is okay. I finally went on an interview and I am hopefully waiting for contact from that company. It's about 30 hours a week and a couple more thousand a year. Almost like I am finally getting a break. I have already purchased a new bathing suit for this weekend as the Texas days are starting to reach the 80's. I can hardly wait for those sun filled weekends to arrive. It seems like there is always something to do outside when it's hot. Then again I have probably subconsciuosly blocked those sweaty days out. Wells that's all for now...</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-114176406835500550?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1141226182516329412006-03-01T09:08:00.000-06:002006-03-01T09:16:22.553-06:00Happily Ever New Yorker<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/bandc.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/400/bandc.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>I just loved the wrap-up last night...Although I had seen this before it was just as emotional as the first time...my favorite parts:</strong></span><br /><ul><li><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Big passes Carrie in a car as she runs off to her party that no longer existed</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Carrie finds her "Carrie" necklace as well as her self in the Russians museum as he ignores her</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Big finds Carrie on the floor and at that moment she looks up and sees him with comfort rather then being surprised</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>When Carrie trips Big on his way up the stairs to knock the Russian out</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Of course saving the best for last....Carrie surprises the girls at lunch time without warning them she has returned to NY.........ahhhh</strong></span></li></ul><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-114122618251632941?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1141139114618987162006-02-28T08:56:00.000-06:002006-02-28T09:05:14.663-06:00Choices<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/car.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/car.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>I am coming to a close with one of my fabulous Christmas presents, The Sex in the City Set. I currently have one more episode left and although I know what is to come I can't wait! I had to call it quits while Carrie is in Paris with the Russian. It made me wonder...would I ever leave everthing that I know and love including my dear friends and city or area that I know so well to start a whole new life with someone else? If this opportunity arose would I be able to do it?</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-114113911461898716?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1141052526777556062006-02-27T08:54:00.000-06:002006-02-27T09:02:07.656-06:00Manic Monday<span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>Well it's Monday already, but for some odd reason I don't mind all that much. I think that from now on I will stop getting the Monday Blues and just except what destiny has dealt me. Besides the fact that I am embarressingly underpaid my job is really not all that bad and I happen to like the people/family that I spend most of my waking hours with here at the office. As for tonight so what that I have class and so what that I have to go tomorrow night the next and another one until I can have an evening off. I suppose I should be gratful that I have the opportunity to attend. It all ties together at this point....low paying job + more schooling = more dinero and more respect. That is enough inspiration for me to drag my butt there everyday. As for the other stuff I am greatful for the people in my life. I am happy in that aspect and while I don't always feel like I get to enjoy that during the week it is there. So cheers to having a great Monday Fun Day!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-114105252677755606?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1140706647262504882006-02-23T08:47:00.000-06:002006-02-23T08:57:27.336-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/tony.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/tony.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">With the new season of Sopranos coming up I thought I might freshen up on my mafia talk.</span> </div><br /><br /><a name="10992deeec30d7a7_a"></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>A friend of ours: mob shorthand for introducing one made guy to another made guy. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>"A friend of mine" is just another jamook on the street.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>A trippa di zianata: "your aunt's tripe." </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Action: a bet that a bookie "writes" and for which you pay him his "vig."</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Administration: the top-level "management" of an organized crime Family—the boss, underboss, and consigliere. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Agita: anxiety, edginess, an upset stomach.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Anti-Trust Violations: what authorities call the mob practice of carving out exclusive territories. Wiseguys call them "mine."</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Associate: one who works with mobsters, but hasn't been asked to take the vow of Omertá; an almost confirmed, or made guy.</strong></span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.hbo.com/sopranos/mobspeak/index.shtml#top" target="_blank"></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span><a name="10992deeec30d7a7_b"></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>The Books: a phrase indicating membership in the Family. If there is a possibility for promotion, then the books are open. If not, the books are closed.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Borgata: an organized crime Family. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Boss: the head of the Family who runs the show. He decides who gets made and who gets whacked. The boss also gets points from all Family business; also see don, chairman.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Buon' anima: salutation meaning rest his soul. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Buttlegging: bootlegging untaxed cigarettes.</strong></span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.hbo.com/sopranos/mobspeak/index.shtml#top" target="_blank"></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span><a name="10992deeec30d7a7_c"></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Cafone: a peasant or lower-class.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Capo: the Family member who leads a crew; short for capodecina.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Cazzis: see Stugots.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Che bruta: How ugly you are. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Che peccato: what a pity, what a shame.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Chiacchierone: chatterbox.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Clip: to murder; also whack, hit, pop, burn, put a contract out.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Code of silence: not ratting on your colleagues once you've been pinched—no longer a strong virtue in organized crime families. Also see Omertá. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Col tempo la foglia di gelso diventa seta: old Italian saying meaning, "Time and patience change the mulberry leaf to satin.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Comare (also goomah, goomar, or gomatta): slang for girlfriend or mistress. No self-respecting wiseguy is without one. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Come heavy: to walk in carrying a loaded gun. You shouldn't have lunch with a Russian drug dealer unless you "come heavy."</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Confirm: to be made; see made guy.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Consigliere: a trusted Family advisor, who is always consulted before decisions are made. See Tom Hagen in The Godfather.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Crank: speed; in particular, crystal meth.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Crew: the group of soldiers under the capo's command. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Cugine: a young soldier striving to be made.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>CW: FBI shorthand for Co-operating Witness.</strong></span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.hbo.com/sopranos/mobspeak/index.shtml#top" target="_blank"></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span><a name="10992deeec30d7a7_d"></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Don: the head of the Family; see boss.</strong></span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.hbo.com/sopranos/mobspeak/index.shtml#top" target="_blank"></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span><a name="10992deeec30d7a7_e"></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Eat alone: to keep for one's self; to be greedy.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Executive Game: a special-event card game for celebrities and other high-rollers.</strong></span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.hbo.com/sopranos/mobspeak/index.shtml#top" target="_blank"></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span><a name="10992deeec30d7a7_f"></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Facia bruta: ugly face, something you call someone you don't like.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Family: an organized crime clan, like the Genoveses, the Gottis, or the Sopranos.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Fanook, or Finook: derived from "finocchio" or fennel, a derogatory term for homsexual or gay, i.e., people that wiseguys feel nervous around. A "mezzofinook" is half gay, sissy, bi.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Forbidden Fruit: the lure of a wiseguy to a nice Italian girl from the neighborhood. </strong></span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.hbo.com/sopranos/mobspeak/index.shtml#top" target="_blank"></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span><a name="10992deeec30d7a7_g"></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>G: a grand; a thousand dollars; also see large.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Gabagool: (capo cuoll) something to eat.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Gira diment: going crazy.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Golden Age: The days before RICO. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Goomah (sometimes pronounced "goomar"): a Mafia mistress; also comare.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Guests of the state or Guests of the government: going to prison, doing time.</strong></span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.hbo.com/sopranos/mobspeak/index.shtml#top" target="_blank"></a><br /><a name="10992deeec30d7a7_h"></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Hit: to murder; also see whack.</strong></span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.hbo.com/sopranos/mobspeak/index.shtml#top" target="_blank"></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span><a name="10992deeec30d7a7_i"></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>In the wind: after you leave the Witness protection program you are "in the wind," meaning you're on your own somewhere out there.</strong></span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.hbo.com/sopranos/mobspeak/index.shtml#top" target="_blank"></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span><a name="10992deeec30d7a7_j"></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Jamook: idiot, loser, lamebrained, you know, a jamook.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Juice: the interest paid to a loanshark for the loan; also see vig.</strong></span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.hbo.com/sopranos/mobspeak/index.shtml#top" target="_blank"></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span><a name="10992deeec30d7a7_l"></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Lam: To lay low, go into hiding.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Large: a thousand, a grand, a G.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>LCN: FBI talk for la Cosa Nostra, or translated, "Our Thing."</strong></span><a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.hbo.com/sopranos/mobspeak/index.shtml#top" target="_blank"></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span><a name="10992deeec30d7a7_m"></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Made guy: an indoctrinated member of the Family. Essentially, you pledge your allegiance to the boss and the family for life. To even qualify, your mother has to be Italian.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Madonn': Madonna, common expression meaning holy smoke, holy cow, holy shit.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Mannagge: going to war with a rival clan or family.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Message job: placing the bullet in someone's body such that a specific message is sent to that person's crew or family; see through the eye, and through the mouth. Mezza morta: half-dead.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>The Mob: a single organized crime family; OR all organized crime families together.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Mobbed up: connected to the mob.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Mobster: one who is in the mob. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Mock execution: to whip someone into shape by frightening the shit out of them.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Moe Green Special: Getting killed with a shot in the eye, like the character, Moe Green, in The Godfather. One form of "sending a message." </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Mortadella: derived from the Italian sausage, meaning a loser. As in "Guy's a fuckin' mortadella."</strong></span><br /><p><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-114070664726250488?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1139939182695173422006-02-14T11:41:00.000-06:002006-02-14T11:46:22.856-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/valent.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/valent.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-113993918269517342?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1139410427502278122006-02-08T08:37:00.000-06:002006-02-08T08:55:31.993-06:00And the winner is....<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/crasherpred.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="293" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/crasherpred.jpg" width="202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/josh%20lucas.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/josh%20lucas.jpg" width="186" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/jude%20law.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/jude%20law.jpg" width="209" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><br /></strong></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>These are the candidates standing in line to be next on the </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Jessica </strong></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Simpson Show....</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Who do you think is worthy enough? </strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">Josh Lucas, Jude Law or Adam Levine? </span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-113941042750227812?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1139322744207564752006-02-07T08:31:00.000-06:002006-02-07T08:32:24.206-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/biz.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/400/biz.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-113932274420756475?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1139239121043336982006-02-06T08:54:00.000-06:002006-02-06T09:18:42.376-06:00Weekend Run-on<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/cf.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/200/cf.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Friday....went to pizza dive drank beer stayed up until 4am in the morning for no real reason at all...Saturday sprawled in bed until 2pm because I was just plain lazy and even after getting up continued my laziness into the day....3 hrs on Saturday night debated with BF about ordering, going to a party or watching the UFC game at a bar in which we did none of the above...headed to 6th street about 11pm....drank beer ended up at one of my favorite bars on 6th (Logan's)...hung out played there for a while and on the way out got into a mishap with crazy waitress (scoop....waitress spills beer on BF and says something rude...he says something back and she hits him...I snap and get into small cat fight..shocking I know yet surprisingly fun and entertaining)....walked back to car laughing at scenerio....Sunday woke up at 10am went on a furniture hunt with BF and his roommate...took nap while BF and RM assembled purchased furniture...watched crummy Super Bowl...pouted that BF would not watch Grey's with me...went home watched that crazy show myself...ate girl scout cookies...went to bed...tossed and turned all freaking night...yawning at this very moment. </strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-113923912104333698?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1138977224091682572006-02-03T08:22:00.000-06:002006-02-03T08:33:44.126-06:00Sentense Collage<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/1-29-2006-05.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/1-29-2006-05.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/1-29-2006-19.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/1-29-2006-14.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/1-29-2006-14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/1-29-2006-07.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/1-29-2006-07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/1-29-2006-16.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/1-29-2006-16.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I could not be more happier that it's Freaking Friday! My class last night seemed a week long and I don't think I learned anything....Drive this morning was pretty smooth other then a dump truck that tried to take me out....I was the first one in today at work which means I should be the first to leave...My roommate told me to wear red today...does anyone know why? I see the sun peeping out right now and I like it...did I mention that my desk faces a forest? It's pretty sweet...okay more later...attached are my favorite pics out of my most recent collection... </span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-113897722409168257?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1138891856566081332006-02-02T08:37:00.000-06:002006-02-02T08:50:56.600-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/ttras.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/ttras.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>Still not the best sleep last night...I thought that a few beers would help, but no such luck and the fan did not do to much for me either..bummer. Hey cool guy that swerved around me only to cut me off this morning....o what were you shocked that I embaressed you at the light in front of all your other shitty driver friends by laying on my horn? You suck! Lucky for you one of my old favorite classics "Solsbury Hill" was on or I might of just hit you for the hell of it you loser. I saw that your license plate said McAllen...yeah I know where that is you punk! So far this morning I have consumed and mini-oj, yogurt, a granola bar and I am working on my first cup of coffee...I figured I could use the extra energy today...Surprisingly I am in a great mood...just bought tickets to a concert at the end of the month in good ole Gruene Texas right outside of my home town...hip hip hurray...ok more later I must start working since I have already been here for 47 min....</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-113889185656608133?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1138805479504064292006-02-01T08:50:00.000-06:002006-02-01T09:00:56.083-06:00I have Insomnia?<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/sleep2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/sleep2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#660000;">I have been feeling so tired this week and I have been almost 30 min. late to work everyday so far because I can't drag my lazy body out of bed. I am going to try the fan thing to try to block out noise and perhaps keep my mind from racing. I just looked up information on how to get better sleep and got tricked into taking a test which then told me that I have insomnia. How is that helpful? Now tonight I can ly in bed and think about my new diagnosis! Here is the link if you are interested.....</span></strong><a href="http://www.sleepnet.com/sleeptest.html"><strong><span style="color:#cc6600;">http://www.sleepnet.com/sleeptest.html</span></strong></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-113880547950406429?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1138739313701008422006-01-31T14:28:00.000-06:002006-01-31T14:28:53.966-06:00<table cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" border="0"><tr><td><a href="http://www.stupidvideos.com/video/just_plain_stupid/amateur_stuntman/"><img src="http://www.stupidvideos.com/resources/images/sv_logo.gif" width="133" height="46" border="0"/></a></td><td><a href="http://www.stupidvideos.com/video/just_plain_stupid/amateur_stuntman/"><b>Amateur Stuntman</b></a><br/>Watch it now on StupidVideos!</td></tr></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-113873931370100842?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1138381683299197552006-01-27T10:52:00.000-06:002006-01-27T11:09:58.966-06:00Things I absolutely love, but really shouldn't<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/B%20-day%20Light.0.jpg"></a><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>I chose only 5 so I did not sound to b*tchy.....</strong></span></p><ul><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>When people fall, trip or tumble down the stairs</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>When other couple fight at bars</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Talking sh*t to my friends (for fun only)</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Making fun of other people with my friends</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Running into snotty people from my high school that are twice my size now...(nelson laugh)</strong></span></div></li></ul><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-113838168329919755?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1138286580017503702006-01-26T08:38:00.000-06:002006-01-26T08:46:57.230-06:00Sara's Beach Party<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/beach6.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/beach6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/beach3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/beach3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/beach8.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/beach8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/beach4.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/beach4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/beach1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/beach1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/beach2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/beach2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Over the past weekend my bf and I took a small road trip to join one of my best gal friends for her birthday! The drive was 5 hours long but well worth because we had a lovely time. Here are some of my favorite pics that she sent!</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-113828658001750370?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1138211552028981902006-01-25T11:51:00.000-06:002006-01-25T11:52:32.053-06:00Help Me!<span style="font-size:130%;">I would love to add all of my bloggin buddies, but I don't know how to have a "links list". Can some one please help me? I will say it again like I have in the past I am a comp-tard!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-113821155202898190?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1138198965968295532006-01-25T08:22:00.000-06:002006-01-25T08:28:36.870-06:00When do we leave?<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/xmas2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/400/xmas2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>When I get to work every morning I have several emails to sort through. Because I do a lot of the travel for the execs here I get quite a bit of airline promotions sent to me. This is one that particularly caught my eye:</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Dallas/Fort Worth, TX (DFW)<br />Paris Charles De Gaulle, France (CDG)<br />$374 Round-trip.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>For about 5 minutes I sipped my coffee and ate my oatmeal and seriously thought about getting in my car and taking off. I wish I had the leasure to do such a thing....</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-113819896596829553?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1138127100937020142006-01-24T12:12:00.000-06:002006-01-24T12:25:01.096-06:00Bachelor Low-down<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/bach3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/400/bach3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Okay I must be honest. I missed the first hour of the Bachelor because I was trying to humor my BF and try his new interest in the the show 24. Hated it....boring. What a waste of my life and better yet I missed my estrogen filled show "the Bachelor" OK so what I did gather was that the same girls I select last week are still in the runnings. As for the red head that is some how there I believe because she is a lush and fun to laugh at...keep up the drunken slurs. Did anyone catch the camping scene. Okay so the non-camping model from Boston seemed to be freaked out by bugs and he just couldn't handle that? I would have been kicked off too then because I freaking hate spiders. I do believe that the Canadian had the upper hand the entire time however. O yes and as for the girls that are telling him that he should not trust other women that are there...you guys are straight up jealous b*tches. Have you not watch this show before? You haters never win so knock it off already! ahhh that's all I got. I will have to watch the next one entirely so that my review is not half a** next time around. Cheers!</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-113812710093702014?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1138036254717429412006-01-23T11:07:00.000-06:002006-01-23T11:10:54.760-06:00I can't really blog today because I am trying to get my homework done at work so that I can watch the bachelor. You understand....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-113803625471742941?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1137681494705174742006-01-19T08:33:00.000-06:002006-01-19T08:53:11.320-06:00Personal Ads<p align="left"><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Personal Ads from Men</strong></span></p><ul><li><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>40-ish... 52 and looking for 25-year-old</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Athletic... Sits on the couch and watches ESPN</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Average-looking... Unusual hair growth on ears, nose & back</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Educated... Will always treat you like an idiot</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Free Spirit... Sleeps with your sister</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Friendship First... As long as friendship involves nudity</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Fun... Good with a remote and a six-pack</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Good-looking... Arrogant</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Honest... Pathological liar</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Huggable... Overweight, more body hair than a bear</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Like to cuddle.... Insecure, overly dependent</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Mature... Until you get to know him</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Open-minded... Wants to sleep with your sister but she's not interested</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Physically fit... I spend a lot of time in front of a mirror admiring myself</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Poet... Has written on a bathroom stall</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Spiritual... Once went to church with my grandmother on Easter Sunday</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Stable... Occasional stalker, but never arrested</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Thoughtful... Says "Please" when demanding a beer</strong></span></li></ul><p><strong><span style="color:#336666;">I guess it's only fair to add this one too!</span></strong></p><p><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Personal Ads From Women</strong></span></p><strong><span style="color:#663333;"></span></strong><span style="color:#663333;"><strong><ul><li></strong></span><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Adventurer... Has had more partners than you ever will</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Athletic... Flat-chested</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Average-looking... Ugly</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Beautiful... Pathological liar</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Contagious Smile... Bring your penicillin</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Educated... College dropout</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Emotionally Secure... Medicated</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Feminist... Fat; ball buster</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Free Spirit... Substance user</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Friendship First... Trying to live down reputation as a slut</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Fun... Annoying</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>New-Age... All body hair, all the time</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Old-Fashioned... Lights out, missionary position only</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Open-Minded... Desperate</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Outgoing... Loud</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Passionate... Loud</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Poet... Depressive Schizophrenic</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Professional... Real Witch</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Redhead... Shops the Clairol section</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Rubenesque... Grossly Fat</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Romantic.... Looks better by candlelight</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Voluptuous... Very Fat</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Weight Proportional To Height... Extremely fat</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Wants Soul Mate... One step away from stalking</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Widow... Nagged first husband to death</strong></span></li><li><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Young At Heart... Toothless geezer<br /></li></ul></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-113768149470517474?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1137601078167711182006-01-18T09:57:00.000-06:002006-01-18T10:28:41.746-06:00That's a boys name.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/camos.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/200/camos.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#999900;"><strong>Okay this whole post is just really random first of all. I have what some cool kids would have said in the past a boy's name. Back when I was in kindergarten I got picked on and teased. I am an only child so you can only imagine my confusion and I was not one to dress up in pink either. I preferred cowboy boots and stuff that was fun to where. As I got older I adjusted to the jokes and false accusations of "o what a cute little boy". When high school came around I realized that it was pretty sassy having a boys name although there where 4 boys and 1 girl with the same I.D. So why am I telling you this odd fact of my past? I have been getting a missed call from the same number for sometime now. I never and I mean never pick up those unknown numbers. I mean I have had the same digits since I was 17 so I can get some pretty random and annoying calls from time to time. Honestly if I did not remember you years back when I accidently gave you my number then why call now? Really you weirdo. Okay back on track.....my phone rang yet again from this mysterious number last night. SO finally I answered. I tried to change my voice so that if I wanted to get out of it I could. Come to find out it was the freaking Army Reserve trying to sign me up and ship me out. After realizing that I was not in fact a boy they asked to speak to my son. I mean come on now is it not 2006? Have you been in a hole for the past 10 years. Can we please update the moles out there? It was weird because I had a flash back from the 80s and almost felt that odd feeling from before.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-113760107816771118?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1137508248739444242006-01-17T08:22:00.000-06:002006-01-17T08:36:44.666-06:00To: The Ladies on the Bachelor<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/1600/bache.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5546/1380/320/bache.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>First up is the rotting egg girl. You are a freak! Aren't Doctors suppose to be smart? What drug did you take before you told him you were ready to produce? You scare me. If I was a patient of yours I would get a second, third, forth opinion.</strong></span> <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Hint: Adopt. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Cute Canadian Chick. Okay I really do think he's into you. He seems flirty and why wouldn't he be because you are funny and seem to be pretty normal. I think you have him for now.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Hint: I noticed you have started to play the jealous girl friend card already. Are you stupid? If that is your dark side don't bring it out yet. He is suppose to date the other girls and boo hoo you did not get another rose. Your greedy!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Susan I think is your name? The pretty burnette? Okay your charming and pretty sometimes witty. I think you might be in the final three you lucky lady. I mean a B-day cake...wow!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Hint: This is not the 1600's Shakespeare. Enough with the sappy comments about the Earth shaking. You are not trying to take home some chick at a bar. Come</strong></span> <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>on now!</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Ah yes and in regards to my previous post, my BF being the pretty much understanding time has forgiven me for the most part and we are fine now. Thanks for your comments.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-113750824873944424?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15338397.post-1137423430427752192006-01-16T08:47:00.000-06:002006-01-16T08:57:10.456-06:00Everybody plays the fool....right?<span style="color:#ffcc00;">1 really crazy night out</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">6-7 numbers of beers I had</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">1 pepermint shot?</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">3 bars attended</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">4 old buddies that I got to see</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">1 really upset BF maybe even ex now?</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">25 things I shoudn't of said</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">3 times I said the forbidden F-word</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">1 earring lost</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">1 missing cell phone</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">10 times I replayed or rather tried to remember what happened</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">1 trip to the salon</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">3 chick shows that I watched</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">15 glasses of water to rehydrate</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">4 attempts to contact the BF trying to patch it up</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">4 times failed</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">9 times I said sorry</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">85 times I looked at my phone to see if he called</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">1 really long bath</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">5 missed calls from friends</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">9 hours I slept</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">35 min late to work this morning</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15338397-113742343042775219?l=austinboundbutnotfound.blogspot.com'/></div>Austin's Wonderlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11339694192489677009noreply@blogger.com11