Tomorrow me and a bunch of crazy bitches will be celebrating the birth of Michelle. Since we’re kicking things off at 3:30 p.m., I’m anticipating one looooong-ass evening.
Cocktails at 3:30, Sex and the City at 4:30, dinner and more cocktails after. If I’m still walking upright at 9 p.m., I will consider it a personal victory.
I hope everyone has a great weekend! I’ll be back Monday.
Peace and girlfriend fun.
I used to have a little Flash Twitter box on here, a while back. I got rid of it because it was lame. Plus I haven’t been “tweeting” regularly for a while anyway. (If you don’t know what Twitter is, feel free to go to Twitter.com and find out.)
Well, since I’ve been having random thoughts, lately, that I feel the need to inflict on others, I’ve reinstated the Twitter thing. However, instead of the stupid little Flash box, it’s now just text under the heading “My Random Thoughts”, in my sidebar. This way I can still inflict my randomness on you without having to either save it all up for a blog post, or write a million little ones.
In the interest of not having too much crap in my sidebar, I have decided that for every one thing I add, I must delete one thing that’s already there. And the widget least used is my Top Spots one. Therefore, it is getting retired today. Thank you Fashion Paramedic and Natural Woman for liking me enough to buy my love. I [heart] you both. *sniff*
Peace and tidy blogs.
Tonight I had the joy of waiting on the most ridiculous woman I’ve seen in a while. And being that I’m fighting off a cold, I wasn’t able to put on my shiny face and hide my disdain for her. Not that she was smart enough to know what my problem was with her anyway.
Seated at a booth with her husband, she proceeded to stretch out her nasty, bare legs across the bench seat and sit with her back to the wall. A grown ass woman in a sit-down restaurant. Then she hopped on her cell phone and never stopped yapping into it. Not even when her food was in front of her. Her poor husband just sat there staring at his plate and eating quietly, like he was alone at the table.
How fucking low class can a person be? Restaurants are NOT your living rooms, people. Putting your feet up and blabbing into your phone is not acceptable restaurant behavior. If you don’t know this, you need to stick to drive-throughs and taco stands.
Peace and READ THIS.
P.S. This is my 100th post. 
Last night was SO fun and SO random.
After work I met up with the girls and we commenced to drankin’. All was groovy in Corrina Land until the ex started texting me. This isn’t usually a problem, as we’ve been friends, but it’s been getting out of hand lately. It started with him asking what I was doing. I told him I was hanging out. He then asked where I was. Um yeah, no. Since I did NOT want him showing up where I was, I simply replied with “Out.” That was pretty much that. The fun continued and soon we all headed to Fave Watering Hole.
As bff and I are walking to the bar from the parking lot, who do I see standing outside? The ex. I was instantly irritated. Now, while we have remained friendly, we have respectfully observed each other’s space when it comes to where we hang out. I know where he goes, and I steer clear. And, until last night, he observed that rule too. So I was pissed and asked him what he was doing there. A mini-fight later, he left. On with my night.
My girlfriend, Sly, randomly showed up and then the madness really started. She is one crazy, fun chick. Then something really funny happened. She tells me that she wants to introduce me to someone and grabs my hand and walks me through the bar towards her guy friend. I started laughing before we even got to him because HIM was Vanilla Ice. I told you this world was too small.
Vanilla and I said hi, kind of laughed and went on with our respective evenings, chit-chatting here and there. The gang and I acted like teenagers, took lots of pictures and generally had one hell of a time. We always do. Then at one point I was walking through the place, to get to the little girl’s room, and I ran smack into Scrubs. It’s like Fave Watering Hole was the only bar open last night. Vanilla, the ex and Scrubs all made appearances. Luckily, I don’t burn bridges, so the ex was the only unpleasant encounter.
We closed the place down and I headed home. On my way there, I started getting calls from the ex. I was in NO mood to deal with his drunk ass, so I sent him to voice mail. He wasn’t havin’ it and kept calling over and over and over. I finally answered long enough to tell him to knock it off and hung up. He wasn’t havin’ that either. He called and called and called, and then showed up at my door. I didn’t even open it; I told him to leave. He did, but then continued to call and call and call. I had to turn off my phone. I’m not thinking that I’ll be speaking to him again any time soon.
And that was my evening. Better me than you, right? If you want to see photos from last night’s fun fest, head over to my Flickr page and have a gander. I uploaded a few from my phone.
Peace and good times.
According to What’s My Blog Rated? My blog is rated “R”. I’m not exactly surprised. Evidently they look for certain words and base your rating on how potty your writing is. The offending words, however, were not what I expected:
1. Shit - I say fuck WAY more than I say shit and it didn’t make the list. What the fuck?
2. Bitch - They found bitch 4 times, evidently. I do loooove my bitches.
3. Pain - Really? Perhaps they think I like a good spanking. Hmmm…
4. Steal - I’m confused by that one.
On that note, I was checking out what people type into Google that ends up leading them here. (Keyphrase and Keyword analysis, to my fellow blog nerds.) I haven’t tested them out myself, as I don’t want someone tracking my I.P. as I type freaky shit into search engines, but some of what got people here was interesting. If not a bit baffling. Below you will find my personal favorites:
drunk
lara flynn boyle up the ass
husband beatdown
prison personals
butt cheeks
best dick friend suck
why people jerk off in public
old lady bikini photo
hangover
I spank my gay boyfriend
old butt cheeks
Um, best dick friend suck? What does that even mean? And I don’t know who searches for “old butt cheeks” but that lara flynn boyle thing made me throw up in my mouth a little. At least drunk and hangover were right on the money.
Peace and Google abuse.
EDIT:
Just ran my blog through again and I am now going places.
Another Friday, another hangover. Wee hoo.
Well, Vanilla knows about me and Scrubs. I knew he would. He started text messaging me the day before yesterday, asking me questions he already knew the answers to. I was irritated by that, but too ashamed to fight with him about it, so I was honest and apologetic. It’s not like I was going to have any kind of relationship with him or anything but I still feel bad about it. At first he seemed a little pissed off, but after talking about it for a bit, he understood that it wasn’t intentional, I was sorry, and by the end everything was kosher. Scrubs and I remain friends as well. Although we won’t be taking our clothes off in each other’s presence again.
I went out last night after work, met up with friends and had a fabulous time. There was even a little drama to make things interesting.
A girlfriend and I went into the bathroom, at the place we were at, to find 2 girls standing in there looking shell-shocked. One of them was holding her head with both hands and on the verge of tears. I just went in to wash my hands, so they started telling me all about how some crazy girl had followed them in there and started punching the girl in her head. I wasn’t sure why she did that, exactly, but it had something to do with a guy. Figures.
So I’m listening to the injured girl and being as supportive as I can be to a chick I’ve never met, but once my friend was done, I needed to get back to my beer. As I’m exiting the bathroom I see this long chunk of blond hair on the floor. So I pointed at it and said, “Oh my God! Is that your hair??” It was. Sort of. Upon closer inspection I saw some kind of clippy-looking thing attached to an end of it and realized it was a hair extension. Then I started laughing. I’m not sure why.
Back out on the patio with friends, enjoying my Widmer and the wonderful weather, the drama continued when the police showed up and Blond Girl’s friend started trying to “fight” the one who started it all. It was all very Beverly Hills 90210. Friends and I just sat there, watched and laughed. It was all over shortly after that.
At the end of the night I got a text from Vanilla asking if I wanted to “hang out”. I told him no. I have no intention of seeing him, or anyone else, naked for a while. This world is a little too small and it’s more trouble than it’s worth.
Peace and hair extensions.
Good Lord it seems that I can’t even nail down a Friend With Benies these days. Vanilla Ice is a done deal. I haven’t officially told him or anything, but I’m sure he’ll figure it out. If he hasn’t already… More on that in a minute.
It turns out that while V.I. is very, very cute, he’s not the best at naked Twister (something I can forgive when I’m drunk) and there are no signs of improvement on the horizon (something I can’t forgive when I’m sober). Another fabulous thing I’ve discovered about him is his enormous ego. Which baffles me considering his lack of, um, skills.
Note to cute guys everywhere: Being hot is not enough. While you’re fun to look at, you’re not that fun to play with. The End.
Enter Scrubs. I call him that b/c I always run into him when he gets off work and he’s always wearing them. I actually wondered, out loud, to him Tuesday night if he actually owned other clothing. He assured me he did. Good to know.
Anyway, bff and I ended up at Fave Watering Hole (Tues.) after a fabulously boring hour at another place. Scrubs came in, as he has before, and hung out with me and bff the rest of the night. I’ve known him a while now, casually. He’s always been very nice and cute, but I never considered him in “that” way because he always seemed a bit immature. Which he is, but after talking with him for longer than a few minutes, he gained some points.
After Fave Watering Hole closed, Scrubs and I adjourned to my place. How tacky that sounds. And after all was said and done, how tacky it now feels, as he is (I have learned) friends with Vanilla Ice. Oops. Hence my mentioning that V.I. may be clued in, already, that we’re not gonna be “seeing each other” anymore.
In any event I had a LOT of fun with Scrubs. So much fun, in fact, that I think he needs to sit Vanilla down and teach him everything he knows. He should actually teach a class.
I’m curious to see what happens next.
Peace and understanding neighbors.
