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I gotta work soon, but wanted to throw a post up first. BFF gets cranky when she doesn’t have something to read.

Well I don’t think I’ll be hooking up with Scrubs again after all. I have recently discovered that a friend of mine likes him and, although she knows about us, I don’t think I want to continue to infringe on that. After all, I’m not going to “date” him or pursue a future with him, so I’m gonna bow out of that situation. Plus, it seems my options are wide open as of late.

I got a call from Stupid Cuteness the other night, late. I was asleep, so it was a missed call, but it’s good to know that he’s still around if I “need” him. I’m not sure how I feel about that, being that I really liked him and his flaky behavior frustrated me to death. Although I did enjoy our naked time, I still have a squishy spot for him and that’s dangerous for me. He’s proven to be the complete opposite of relationship material.

And I know that I swore off Vanilla Ice, but we talked for a while last night and I think he might deserve another shot. (I hate that he’s so cute.) We went through a kind of back-off phase after the Scrubs incident, but he’s been calling me more regularly lately. I think I might see him tonight after work, but I’m not sure yet. Hopefully BFF will be available after softball because I’d like to have a buffer.

Then there remains Future Doctor. We still text, exchange interesting photos and email each other every other day, but with him still out of state, I’m not exactly sitting around holding my breath and polishing my chastity belt.

Off to get ready for work now… And I think I’ll shave my legs again.

Peace and choices.

If it’s possible to die from a hangover then it will happen today. It doesn’t help that it’s a thousand degrees outside. Even my dogs look hungover.

Have you ever had Tuaca? Here’s the thing: I love to shoot it chilled. And I either consume it sparingly, or I drink it like I’m going down on a plane. Last night was not a “sparingly” night. Last night I was on a Cessna headed for a mountain.

I met up with my girl Becca after work and we were soon joined by several other girlfriends. Some of whom had been drinking since like 3 in the afternoon. I was in good company. We laughed, we drank and we laughed some more. Everything is funny when you’re drunk.

I ran into Scrubs and we bullshitted a little bit. Every time I see him I get flashbacks of our night together and I then have to get the hell away from him. I’m 85% sure that I’ll end up hooking up with him again at some point, though. I rarely deny myself good stuff in general, so I don’t see why I should put a ban on the goodness that is Scrubs. The guy’s got skills where it counts and I think I should benefit from that. Again. But for now, I’m behaving myself.

I never did make it home to hang out with my neighbor and his Cute Friend. I fully intended to, but I was having too much fun being out in the world. By the time I was done with that, it was very late and Neighbor was in bed. Maybe they’ll hang out again soon. I’m really hoping so.

I must go now and catch up on my blog reading, asprin taking and water drinking.

Peace and high quality H20.

Monday night was the celebration of BFF’s birthday. We did what we usually do, which is drink excessively and laugh our asses off. Since my new CrackBerry has a pretty nice camera attached to it, I was not shy about sticking it in everyone’s face and snapping photos. You can see them on my Flickr page.

Today (technically yesterday, but it’s still Tuesday for me as I haven’t been to bed yet) I felt like microwaved shit and had to go to work and deal with an unsuspecting public. If I waited on you tonight, my apologies.

Sly called me, just as I was leaving work, and told me to get my ass to the bar she was at. Hell no. I am too old to be partying multiple nights in a row and last night was night #2. I need to rehydrate and sleep.

On a random note… My next door neighbor and I have been getting friendly lately (not that kind of friendly, just hanging out and drinking beer). And the last few days I’ve noticed a friend of his over there that’s pretty cute. Cute Friend seems to think the same of me, as he makes a b-line for my garage the second I pull in.

Anyway, Neighbor invited me over when he gets back from Vegas (on Sunday) to try out his new kegerator. I said that perhaps I would. Cute Friend then said that “perhaps” wasn’t acceptable and he needed a definite “yes”. So I gave him one. Curious to see how Sunday goes…

I have got to get some sleep now. After I drink a gallon of water.

Peace and hydration.

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.

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.

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.