Monday, January 31, 2011


I may have accidentally kissed this girl for half an hour- but oh she was so cute. I should know better to just leave well enough alone. I thought maybe I would take her out for sushi- but she is definitely more of a hot wings and beer dyke. We (@PrettyprincessG and I)  nicked named her THUGLIFE and the last text she sent to me will show you why we chose this name for her.

I just cannot. I just cannot!!!

Sunday, January 30, 2011

My ex must be on crack.

I have a handful of exes but this one takes the cupcake!

I have 2 Gmail accounts.

I logged into one- the one that is associated to social networks, the one I give out to boys, you know your side email. And low and behold all emails were already read.

Did I happen to read them from my phone when I was on the toilet? NOPE.

Gmail says the last activity on my account was few hours ago from an ip addy located in METARIE, LA!


I am speechless.


For a very long time- I either did not remember my dreams or did not have any. For a very long time I did not go to sleep; I feel asleep. I would stay awake until I just could not take being awake anymore and crashed either on my couch or my bed.

For nearly a year, I have made every effort to actually go to bed. To make the effort to lay down, relax and drift into sleep- not just pass out. And for nearly a year, I have remembered my dreams.

Most of my dreams are of boring menial tasks- cooking, shoe shopping, having coffee or lunch with friends from the past- nothing exciting.

But last night, in my dream, I was a stripper.

In my dream, I was not on stage, but back stage, getting ready (I guess) putting make up on and smoothing the bra strap indentions out of my skin.

I wonder why I dreamed of this- as much as I talk down the profession and make huge generalizations of the women who strip for pay.


Saturday, January 29, 2011

Text messages

I have to stop giving my phone number out to random boys/girls who I just happen to think are cute. I have text back and forth with Dan for a few days- I actually ended up telling him I was getting that 'friend vibe'. He is a cool dude but just isn't alpha enough for me. This is a snippet of the most recent text message that I have yet to reply to and don't know if I will. How do you start off a text message with a 'are you done with me yet?', really what that fuck was I doing? Eating him? Pft. 

Friday, January 28, 2011

New blog, AGAIN

I have had too much coffee.
I don't want to work.
So I fuck around and create blogs and shit.

This is my life.