Eggs and Blue Cheese (2)

It's Mah Birfday!

2008-07-24T16:17:00.001-04:00

I just ate a big cookie and now I feel sick-ish

It's the Little things

2008-07-23T09:02:00.002-04:00

This morning, I was one of the first people in the office. We have a small lot attached to our building, FOR CUSTOMERS ONLY, or so the sign says. Anyway, sometimes some miscreant parks in our lot and someone has to leave a not on their car saying, "get the fuck off, love management."
So I went out there to deliver the message to this tiny green two door thing, with heavily tinted windows. So you know I gotta peak inside the windshield. And what do I see sitting on the passenger side seat? "Trance Dance Mix '07." I start snikering to myself and wonder where the car is from so I go to look at the license plate. It's MD and reads... LST SOL.
KLAHsdfo;iha'hahahaha

Thanks!

2008-07-21T22:02:00.003-04:00

Reuseable Tampons!

Best Gift Eva!

Thanks Jessica at ablogisatreat.com

Why does one look so happy and the other seems so concerned. My vag is a happy place little guy, bloody or not :)

Speaking of my vag, the Gyno has still not called back to give me my test results. I am convinced this is because I have aids and no one wants to break the news to me. Am I being insensitive, cause really that blurb about the gyno is unecessary to this post so I can totally delete it.

Yay, knit tampons, better than a plastic cup. God wouldn't it be horrible if one of them was missing an eye?

Backne

2008-07-21T21:49:00.003-04:00

You may remeber a while ago when Meat and I got in a fight. I asked him to look at my backne and see if they were poppable yet (remember popples?) And he said yes and proceeded to squeeze and torture me with no result. And I accused him of not knowing what a whitehead was....

Anyway, my back is the sweatiest part of me come time for tweaks to sweat. Without doubt, it is pretty horrifying, like someone just dumped a bucket of water down my back. As such, given the scortching heat and humidity we've all been experiencing as of late, my backne (which only occurs around my bra staps) has gotten a bit out of control. (side note: my freshman year roomie in college was a swimmer and often asked me to pop her backne like it was some kind of bonding experience. Mind you I didn't really talkl to her second semest, so she was doing this within like two months of knowing me. It made me really uncomfortable.) Aaannyyway, I've been hesitant to ask Meat to help me out again, but things came to ahead Sunday night. I was twsiting and turning in the mirror to see if they were whiteheads yet and Meat was sitting comfortably on the bed watching me contort oddly. "Do you want me to pop them." "no," I snapped, "they're not whiteheads yet."

"Yes they are, I can clearly see white on the top of that one." Well it was right in the middle of my back and I was sure he was wrong, "I know how to resolve this" and I fished my camra out of my bag and laid down on the bed. This was the resulting photo that convinced me to allow him to once again squeeze my back fat in an attempt to purge the glowing red ad white spot. It hurt like a bitch but it popped. While he had me pinned he also tried his trick on another one, not as sucessful and I punched him in the face (not true).

Gyno

2008-07-18T08:23:00.004-04:00

Success. I went to the gyno yesterday and I liked her, I really liked her. The appointment was long but that's because we were talking alot, the actual insertions lasted only like five mins to, *amazing* and *i didn't know it could go so quickly* *she's young and athletic looking, so I assume that has something to do with it*. I have transcribed my adventures with the pill somewhere in the archives before so I shan't go into it again. But as my period is ridiculously heavy and ridiculously long I have decided to try it again. "And umm will it help with the umm PMS craziness, cause that can get pretty bad." "Yes, it should, mabye not right away but eventually." "Sigh and phew, giggles." The only problem is that before BC may or may not have been the culprit when I developed a blind spot in my right eye, so I had to get some bloodwork done to see if I am prone to "throwing bloodclots" *this is where my mind went on a tangent of food fights --> vampire flicks --> weren't they maybe going to make a new blade --> oh god oh god batman is coming out.*
Anyway, this whole blood work was no big deal cause I also wanted to do a full round of STD testing as I told you and possibly some co-workers before. I went to Labcorp after the appointment where I filled up like seven fucking vials, "Am I going to be able to drive after this?"
The woman kinda looked at me cluelessly so I assumed yes. Anyway, so today or Monday I should know about the state of my health and in about three weeks weather or not I can start on BC again. Horray!
Point being its my party tonight and I am indeed going through a bit of the PMS crazies. Not that any of you are allowed to call me out on it when you see me, or whisper behind my back or anything, unless of course you would like me to tear your head off and shit down your neck hole. And I'm not going to apologize, b/c ultimately it is your stupid faults, but I snapped at Caseus and Meat last night.
First I get home from being poked and proded and I eat some dinner and then start cleaning and prepping the house. Eventually Caseus wanders in the door as I am cleaning up the kitchen and proceeds to stand by the fridge and audibly sigh a bunch. You know the type of sigh where you are supposed to ask what's wrong, so I did. "What, do you sighs mean something was tough in your day that I am supposed to ask you about now? Is that why you are standing there harumphing over and over again." "What? no" *I'm begining to think i may be wrong about this one, these are caeus's normal noises, like ruthie b. used to burp in the car rides into work in the morning, caseus sighs and harumphs.* Then we proceeded to empty the dishwasher oh and it doesn't matter. Then we watched the season finale of BSG, finally! and it was amazing.
Meat eventually came over at 10pm and when I saw him I was immediately like, he's an asshole. He started telling me about his day and that was fine. I had washed the sheets and so we were making the bed. But when we tried to put the cover back on the duvet and he did not jump to my instruction immediately I snapped and tersly repeated what I had said, "no the corners meat, do you have the corners?" The comforter was all lumpy in the cover, so I knew he didn't. Then he annoyingly made me laugh as we fixed the problem and the bed. Oh on another note Ruthie B. got home at four am this morning after having hooked up with ... KJ! Graciously and probably drunkenly he has offered to come over and do our hair before the party tonight... we shall see if that actually happens

Ruhie B. Is in Town!

2008-07-16T08:41:00.002-04:00

Horray!
In true form, she asked me to throw a dinner party in honor of her return to DC. Of course I obliged.
I spent the better part of last night cooking and prepping for today. I had intended on getting alot more done than I did, but isn't that always the way of it?
As such there is still plenty to do tongiht before people arrive at 6. Ruthie B. and SBug have both offered to sous chef this evening, which I am greatful for, but also a little hesitant over.
Allow me to explain. I am going to use a case study. Caseus in particular. Always willing to help out, "Can I help?" being a common phrase. Then I think and "yes, you can do such and such." At which point caseus proceeds to stand in the middle of the kitchen and say "ok well in order to do that, this, this and this, needs to get done." Like he is such a beurocrat. Like the people in charge of these other jobs need to do theirs before I can do mine. And it's like I ahve to express to him that by giving him the job I gave him, all the sub jobs involved in that are his responsibility as well. See by offering to help you are meant to be lightening my load, not adding to my stress.
Caseus was tasked last night with making the frozen pizzas i had bought for our dinner. I decided to do a taste test. I got one Amy's and one CPK pizza. Personally, I think I liked the Amy's better, tho Caseus forgot to take the carboard bottom off the CPK, so the crust wasn't crisp.
The ideal sous chef is someone who looks around the kitchen, sees there are dirty dishes in the sink and just starts cleaning them. Or picks up the receipie you are working on, sees where you are in the process, identifies something they know they could do, asks you if you've done it and then does it themselves without another word. Well maybe one word, a check in to be like "is this good?"
In conclusion, I am going to email my list of shit that needs to get done to SBug, RuthieB and Big Sis, who is coming hopefully early...? and that way if they get home early, they can start the prep work.

Week of Dctor's appointments and aparently, PRESANTS!

2008-07-15T15:47:00.002-04:00

Hi ok
Well, got my teeth cleaned this morning, and honestly, if my gums hadn't been bleeding by the end I'd ask for my money back. I mean it seems somewhat unfair that now, thanks to Meat, more than ever, I am brushing my teeth on a regular basis and yet no significant results have occured when it comes time to go to the dentist.
I remeber when I decided not to opt for dental care. My logic was that I would just get really good and intense about cleaning my teeth, like flowwins once a day and garggling and shit. Clearly, this was a mistake. Luckily I am a spoiled brat and my mom pays for my twice a year cleanings.
Also I am about to start up with a new gyno. First appointment on Thursday. I wonder if i should wax or do a little upkeep beforehand... it's just polite no?
Well one thing that kinda sucks about moving to the upstairs office durnig the afternoons is a loss of privacy. I mean sure I can have a door to shut, but these walls are paper thin and the door doesn't even fully reach the floor. Downstairs, sure I had clients coming in and out (woot woot) but I was the only one at the front of my office.
So today when the new gyno called to confirm my appointment and I inquired as to weather I could (as under my breath as possible) have a full round of STD testing done, I'm pretty sure the woman next door and possibly the intern heard me.
On another note, I have received TWO (techinically four) bithday presents already. Meat already gave me HellBoy I and II for the trip up to boston, but in the mail I got two more.
Now how ridiculous is this. One from my high school ex bf who I still keep in touch with and manages to send me a gift each year that I fully enjoy. This year he lived up to they Hype once again and send me a pulitzer price winning book that I am blanking on the name "Oscar...dadada" something about a dominican kid in jersey. I started reading it last night and have not been able to put it down, aside from when I've been working and getting my teeth cleaned.
And suprise suprise, Jessica over at Ablogisatreat.blogspot.com up and sent me a gift as well. It came all wrapped with a card and balloons to blowup. I haven't unwraped it yet, I am saving it. But how ridiculously cool and thoughtful. Thanks Jessica, I can't wait to see what it is, I hope it's obama themed tho.
Ok kids, thats all for now. My boss is out of the office until I leave so I snuck this post in.

Interrupted

2008-07-14T09:38:00.002-04:00

Well Boston was fun
this morning the airconditioning is Broke in my office, totally punk rock right?
Well my work has been crazy insane lately so I haven't even been checking my email regularly muchless been able to blog
moreover I have done nothuing about applying to grad school in over a week and a half
and finally Ruthie B. comes into town today and it is my brithday two weeks and my party is Friday
So in conclusion, unless work dramatically slows down in the next couple days or I get fired, I don't think I'll blog this week.
sorry to dissapoint.
I should be on your google reader anyway so if anything changes you'll know about it
much love

Fail

2008-07-08T08:54:00.003-04:00

I haven't gotten waxed in so long, it feels like when I stopped knitting, like I am giving up on a habit.
Well as Thursday is fast approaching and I will be flying up to Boston for the friend's wedding, I have decided to remedy the sabatical from my favorite passtime. I have also decided to try someplace new.... duhn duhn duuuhhhnn. The place I normally go to, right behind my building is just not consistent. Sometimes they do such a slap dash job and soemtimes it is amazing. I have decided to try the slightly fancier looking place next to them for today's quaffing. I hope they can fit me in at 5. Then I need to go out to DSW and look for some goddamn shoes for ma dress. I am thinking wistfully about some galdiator sandals but I just don't know, some hot for teacher pumps would also be rad.
On another note, I slept three hours, maybe, Sunday night. It was one of those things where you are lying in bed and you can't get your head to shut he fuck up and then you start to panic about how you are not asleep yet, and that you really should be, and you get so worked up and there's Meat snoring blissfully aways beside you, you contemplate giving him a wet willy. Last night I had trouble falling asleep again, not as bad as Sunday, but still. Is it that just that after a bender of a weekend your so used to not even remebering falling alssep that you've become unaccustomed to how much effort it takes to calm your body down? That like sleep doesn't just come? It takes at least an hour of position finding and telling your internal monologue to shut up.
Well this must be the case. I am hoping the rest of the week I will fare better. I am also hoping to not torture my body this weekend as I did last weekend, tho this seems unlikely when one is meeting up with a bunch of old acquantences in another city.

Secret Beliefe

2008-07-03T15:57:00.001-04:00

Right now I am drinking a Diet Coke in an attempt to Over-Caffinate myself.
The theory behind this being that caffiene increases my hear rate, thus causing me to burn more calories, thus rendering the three hershey's kisses I just had harmless.

Hey Heeeeyy

2008-07-03T12:21:00.002-04:00

work is super slow today
mostly cause I've avoided taking anything else on at the moment. Sigh. I guess I could go change the cup. I mean I'm prolly due.
Well some exciting enws is that they have hired someone to work the front desk for four hours a day. Which means I can retreat to an unused office to work on my billable stuff.
We will see how this works out. I'm really appreciative that I asked for a chnage and they responded. It leads me to believe that they really do in fact like me, they like me.

Last night I had planned to have a few drinks and then write and effuse about my professional passions. Basically I just ended up getting caught up on reaper and drinking 3/4 a bottle of wine.
Oh well

Tonight Meat and I are going to my parents house to have dinner with Big Sis and her friend who just got into town from Arizona. horray!
I Hope the friend knows not to mention my blog in front of the rents. Fingers crossed.
I have now had a coke zero and am kinda on a caffienne high, so forgive me, I just thought I should post something since I wasn't doing anything else.
I guess I could always go look at the Tuck website...

Your Time is Mine

2008-07-02T14:49:00.002-04:00

Oh man oh man. I feel bad for my friends who are on gmail. I really do.
For a long time now I have been keeping track of my life with g-calendar, remaining mystified as to how to make a "public" calendar or "invite" people to an event on your calendar. But boyyyiiieee, I just discovered how to change all that.
I learned how to "invite" people to events I want on my calendar. Be prepared for such mundanalities (its a word) coming your way as, "laundry machines in use by tweaks," and "possibly brunch with MGB?" and hopefully "Golf? if it's not too hot and we play on a cheap course?"
I will now make plans with people no other way. Just cryptic g-cal invites.
Horray! Modern conveniences and such.

Tweaks: What I am good at and what I care about, in a professional sense, based on what I've learned about myself in the past

2008-07-01T15:39:00.002-04:00

Outline/crap and lies form

I. I am good at:
A. Organizing people to get shit done and not being a bitch about it when necessary.
B. Personable - people who don't know me like me, I give an auora of compitence.
C. Managing stressful situations when I am not PMSing

II. What I have learned about myself
A. I work well with other people, in a collaborative spirit. In fact I really like working with other people.
B. I hate really midlessly detail oriented work that doesn't seem to have what I consider a worthwile goal
C. My best work is accomplished when I care about what I am doing.
D. In order to get me to care about what I am doing I need to feel like I am helping someone or a collective people who need the help
E. I really enjoy exceeding expectations or being good at things that would seem unexpected of me. Like how being a Math Econ major kinda suprises people and makes me feel all badass.

III. What am I passionate about
I dunno, shit nothing.
I really like Microfinance and Math. I mean I really dig on statistics. If I could just have a statistics fun party all day I'd be into that too.

Fuck this shit, I don't know anything about myself.

Birds and stones

2008-07-01T15:32:00.003-04:00

Well as we all know I am now embarking on the actual application process of b-school. Part of the big problem with this is the fact that you have to really sell youself to the school. In order to do this, you need to have a pretty solid idea of why you want to go to B-school, what you want to do with your MBA and why this school is going to help you do it.
Problem is, I'm not really sure what I want to do with my MBA. The answer needs to be both broad and pretty descriptive. Beyond that you need to sounds v. ambitious. For example take a normal person who is ten years out of their MBA and in the field I am to choose. Then tell the admisions comittee thats where you want to be in three. And then in ten tell them you plan to be on a spaceship to the moon, pretty much.
So in an endeavor to get my started on the path to glory/ finding out who I am and who I want to be, it was suggested to me that I start by writting about what I am passionate about/ what I have learned about myself at various stages of my life.
So dear readers, I am going to take you on a little journey I shall call "Tweaks: What I am good at and what I care about, in a professional sense, based on what I've learned about myself in the past."
I can't decide weather to start with the experiences that lead to the characteristics or the characterists that i elarned about from the experiences.
As such, it will be word vomit. Blah Blah Blah
See posted above.

A Fitter Tweaks

2008-06-30T16:19:00.004-04:00

Alas, two weeks until the wedding where I will see characters who I haven't seen in over four years about, most of whom won't remember me, or I won't remeber. And what have I done to get myself in shape for said event, other than plowing through a barrage of dresses? I have eaten carbs, cheese and chocolate for a week straight. A PMSy week, yes, but that is no excuse.
I mean, I think I am fitter now than when I left college, but honestly, it was such a haze back then and my style choices so unruly, who really knows.
So now I am trying to get back on the non-gravy train for the next two weeks. I can't imagine the upcoming boozy holiday will help. I'll just have to have an iron of steel when it comes to beer. Stick to vodka sodas tweaks, lets be reasonable.
Meat and I even woke up at 5:30 this morning to get in a run before work. It ended up being a power walk since he left his running shoes at home. But at least we are making an effort. I have defrosted two steaks for grilling dinner purposes this evening and I plan to buy green things on the way home from work tonight.
God don't you love when bloggers blog about their fat/trying to get healthy issues. (In all honesty, I do I really, do. I don't care how played out the topic is.)
So I would really appreciate it if you guys could some how validate Coco Puffs for breakfast during this time period, cause I really fucking want them.

* Iron of steel? really? I don't know where that came from, I think I mean Iron Will, or Will of Steel. I'm going to leave it like it is tho, cause I think it's funny.

oh cramps

2008-06-30T14:04:00.003-04:00

last week (thursday in particular) sucked and we shan't speak of it again
i remeber reading somewhere that dairy can make your cramps worse... any thoughts?
Anyway, high fives all around for once again avoiding the big P this month.
(p meaning pregnancy not period, duh. Or maybe I should have said Big B, as in baby?)

Bananna's got a hobby other than drinking, aren't we jealous?

2008-06-25T09:34:00.002-04:00

Did I spell that right?
For some reason I am crazy excited about this.
Bananna is rowing with the DC strokes on Saturday in a practice regatta in g'town.
It has been forever since I was able to cheer for a friend in a sporting event or even witness a friend participating in one.
Anyway I plan to get down there circa 10 or 10:30 and sus out what the deal is and when she is going to be racing. Then I plan to situate myself at one of the douchey over priced local eateries with a bloody mary and some brunch.
Meat is working at the zoo that morning so I would love to have any other companions.
I mean aside from all the ridiculousosity that is g-town, brunch on the water on a hopefully sunny day does soind pretty appealing right?

Dilemma Resolved

2008-06-24T09:21:00.001-04:00

I am going to go as Miranda Zero for Holloween.
If you don't know who that is, look it up. Especially you big sis and see if you can find the BSG connection.

I ate 500 calories in chocolate last night

2008-06-24T08:45:00.002-04:00

I mean it was either gonna be that or scotch, so whatever, I think Meat was happier I was not drunk.
See I deserved it see. Cause I was engaged in a ferocious battle for about thirty minutes with the most fiendish of enemies, my couch cover.
Sunday night I decided I had spilled enough soup/wiped my hands enough/rubbed my nose enough on the couch cover and it was time to wash it. Also I had vague memories of when I first got the couch cover and how Meat and Caseus and I all tried to get it to fit appropriately in vain. I assumed best method would be to tear it off, wash it and try and put it on again. I mean how hard could it be right?
Well I dunno what sadistic mother fucker over at Pottery Barn constructed this monstrosity, and honestly thoughts of this must be some sort of CIA spacial reasoning test were crossing through my mind, but if they were trying to make me go in sane/ get a better work out thant going on a twenty minute run, they succeeded.
No matter how I tugged and pulled, that sage green linen piece of shit got the better of me. My fingers and hands are chapped from shoving extra material down into the deepest crevicies of that couch. There are all these random ass curves and points of interest in the seams of that diabolical device. It's impossible to tell which way is up.
Anyway, last night it got me really worked up, but today I am calmly sipping on my coffe drawing pictures of a stick tweaks dancing around a couch cover bonfire, a gas can with a smiley face sitting on the side.

So Crazy Busy and productive

2008-06-23T12:37:00.003-04:00

this weekend, I didn't poop once.
I know, two whole days, no glory. Don't worry tho, the problem righted itself after my first cupacoffee in the office this morning. I don't know what it is about getting into the office early, but its like the one nice thing about work, makes me poop.
Anyway, last night when I revealed to Meat that I had not pooped in the past two days, he was albeit concerned, but also (and I would say condescendingly so) like, "Well don't you have to really go now? why don't you just go now?"
"That's not how it works for me," I snapped. "I can't just produce at will."
And it's true, its like all the moons have to align just right. I need to feel the need. It normally only happens after my first cuppa or my first beer, so it really wasn't happening last night at 11 pm.
But I'm ok with not pooping this weekend cause of all the shit I got done, oh hell yeah.
Friday - Made burgers for my housemates and Meat's. Oh an honestly, tho boys are so incapable of taking on any sort of leadership role. I don't understand it. All my women frenz know how to get shit done, but those boys. It's like the script is the same but the sense of responsibility is totally different. For instance when they come over, both ask "Do you need any help?" to which at first I respond no. Then if something comes up I'll say, "Can someone do this." The chicks I hang with all jump up and offer to take over. The dudes, they just sit there, staring at the TV or whatever, taking no responsibility. You have to be like, "Yo, You, I need you (while pointing your finger) to do this very specific task. Thank you." Its odd and I'm not claiming it's a gender thing. It's just a trend in the people I hang with thing.
Saturday - Woke up early. Went to pentagon city mall and braved forever 21, which took forever and a day. Was maybe or maybe not worth it. Then Sbug and I went to look for a nightstand for her and were successful at Rough n' Ready. Then Meat met us at a newish sports bar on U st. Momo's, which was a pretty awesome place if I do say so myself. Prices were cheap and TV's were set up so each table had like it's own screen. We watched Russia beat the Netherlands, boohoo. Then I went home and cleaned for a bit. Then Meat and MBG made me watch, and it was well worth it, Josie and the Pussycats. Ok Rachel Leigh Cook, annoying as hell, but that movie has so many savings graces it's deffinately worth your time. It's not what I thought it would be at all.
Sunday -Went golfing (don't really want to comment on this), lunch at heights, BBQ for Diana's B-Day and then lots of water and watching Spain Beat Italy that evening (we recoreded the game- it was pretty exciting).

Ok so I know I lead off big with the poop stuff, sorry to fall short with just a summary of my weekend at the end there. I have some more things I can post about, but I'm not feeling all that pissed or agitated right now, so I don't think I can do them justice.
I think instead I will ignore looking at schools yet again and go to the zoo after work to try and catch a glimpse of the cheetahs before they go in for the evening.

Ok Ok

2008-06-20T08:53:00.002-04:00

So I think I will have the party at my house after all so now I just need like a theme or something clever to put on the invite.
See the problem with hosting a party is that you have to stress out about everything during the actual party. You have to worry about people breaking shit, cooking food, being too loud outside, asking you where the booze is and where they can find more, toilett paper in the bathrooms, DJ'ing an adequate dance party.
See I don't mind doing the prep work of cleaning the house and picking up the keg after work. It's just annoying that we're supposed to be celebrating my specialness but in order to do so I need to do all the work towards having my own party.
So, and as I'm writting this I came up with this idea, maybe for the party, the theme is "Team Work."
Like I will get volunteers to be in charge of certain things. The categories can range from:

Hours' Dourves - I would buy and prepare all the food for the most part beforehand. This position would be responsible for heating up the tots (along with any other frozen treats from costco) at an appropriate time and putting them on a serving vessle with dipping sauces etc... also cleaning up the tots pan afterwards.

Booze Coordination- I will purchase a keg and cups. You will be responsible for putting the alcohol people bring in an appropriate place and directing other guests to such places when they are in need of libation.

DJ mixmaster, keep the crowd bumping- You will be responsible for an amazing party mix which people will dance to. Two mixes are essentially needed. One for while people are arriving and getting drunk and the other for when they are drunk enough to dance. This mix should have dancey stuff in it, duhz, this includes some motown and some cheesey 80's and some crap you hear on the radio, or some crap that was popular in college, just some all around classics as well as some new shit.

Officer of the Peace - You will keep people from getting too rowdy outside and annoying the nieghbors. Make sure people dispose of trash and cigarett butts properly. Make sure they don't break or steal shit. If there are any spills you will direct ther esponsible party to paper towels etc and help them clean up. Make sure there is toilett paper in the bathroom etc and show people the upstairs bathroom as necessary. I think this position will need a deputy or two.

So does this seem like a viable plan? We could all be like the A team. Obviously I'm Mistress T.
I duno, what do you guys think.
Also Friday or Sat night?

Caldendar Woes

2008-06-19T08:32:00.002-04:00

Is that time of year again. That's right, my birthday. It is fast approaching and I have no idea what I want to do about my party.
Do I want to have it Friday or Saturday (I'm leaning towards Friday cause to me, Friday night parties are just better.)
Do I want to have it at my house, Meat's house or Alex's house or a bar? (The benefit of not having at my house is not having to clean as much, theoretically. Also not having to worry about the neighbors or people breaking shit. Either way I would really like to have a dance party.)
Do I want there to be a theme? (So far I've come up with Spaced (a british television show, possibly my favorite show of all time) and Tweaks (like everything tweaks likes - champagne, pate, blah blah blah).
I guess those are pretty much the categories I need to narrow down in order to have this shin dig.
Any ideas?

Chain of thought

2008-06-18T14:01:00.002-04:00

Lube gives you yeast infections
Having sex with a yeast infection ... odddly satisfying...?

Responsible Ad-dult

2008-06-18T13:45:00.003-04:00

Horray, I made two whole doctor's appointments. They are even in the same week. Take that workload!
Numero Uno- Dentist. Meat and I go to the same dentist. I told him last night that I got a reminder about making an appointment and he was like, oh yeah I made mine yesterday too.
This is mystifying to me. So like, they just called you and you answered and were like, "yes, I can do that, let's find a time?" Really that easy?
I mean for me it's like, "Hellloooo? ohhh reeeeally? time already? No no I need to think about this for a while, let me call you back, thanks for the reminder."
I mean objectively it's like, what is there to think about, just make the appointment and go. It's not like an all day commitment. I dunno, for some reason I just think adults don't make doctors appointments so easily. You have to marinate with idea that you in fact do need to go for a while and then you need to stare at your calendar to determine the best possible day right? In actuality I just took their first available, which will probably work for the best since my boss is slated to be in court that day.
Numero Dos - my old gyno, god love her, is no longer on my health plan. In fact she hasn't been for a very very long time. As such I have not been to the gyno in a very very long time. No STD testing for a very very long time. So back in, ohhh I dunno, December, I started complaning to Meat that I really should go to the gyno. Then back, I dunno when, when I had those horrific cramps again, I said I should really really go to the gyno. And now, now I've spotted in between the last two periods, which I realized is common for a lot of women, but is somewhat new to me, and I'm thinking, sweet jesus, I should really really go to the gyno.
So finally I took a freinds reccomendation and have made an appointment with someone in my plan.
My hope is that she prescribes me a mriacle drug where I only bleed four times and eyar and don't go crazy from the side affects.

So Dr. Nate. Spotting in between periods... what's the deal? It's looks like both fresh and old blood. It's doesn't really smell much, it's just gross and inconvenient.
Also- I've been super fucking crazy as of late and wonder if its related. Like I've cried twice in the past two weeks. And for a chick who normally goes six months to a year with out a drop... The craziness may also be due to stress and everyone around me is a jerkoff.
Also- I took a pregnancy test just in case but it came up negative.

Dear Rusty and Terri

2008-06-17T15:21:00.002-04:00

I can't believe you stupid ho's are moving away.
I am thinking about the ways in which this will affect me directly, cause honestly I don't give two craps about your thoughts and emotions right now.
Everybody leaves me

1. No fashion advisor at my beckon call (T)
2. No always willing copanion for f21 dates that never seem to materialize (T)
3. No link from popular local blog, thusly reducing my hits by about half, crap, goodbye self confidence (cause fifty people = confidence) (R)
4. No one to share gross bodily antics with online as they occur minute by minute and ask questions of (T)
5. No one to shop trashy.com with (T)
6. No one to be more annoying than me at parties (R), unless wayde shows up without you for some odd reason
7. No one to constantly tell me how pretty and fashionable I am (T)
8. No one who is really good at beer die anymore (R)
9. No one to talk shit with about other people who are annoying me (T)
10. Two less frenz in a city full of jerkfaces (sorta, accept for these readers, they are cool and good people and we should all get together, accept that one creepy reader)

I mean eff you both, just eff you. You can't bring me down.

In all seriousness tho. Rusty please stipulate that whoever takes over the blog can't change the links for a while. Also, you know, if they specifically list liking my blog in their application, I think this should count as a + 5... eh?...eh?
I guess at least LifetimeWow won't dissapear anytime soon.