Showing posts with label boys will be boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boys will be boys. Show all posts

Monday, July 5, 2010

Meowmix

Lovahs....

Again, I'm so super sorry for leaving you in the dark lately! I've gotten some sweet emails and comments and I can assure you everything is just peachy!

I just got back from a marathon weekend in Austin, and I swear my body was having flashbacks to college because we made 7am our bedtime almost every night....ouch. But so so worth it. Plenty of tales to come. Like the time I told some random guido he looked like the guy from the Shakeweight commercial.....yeah.

So the last post was surely confusing for you all, and that's totes understandable! I'm not going to elaborate on it because it's kinda personal and we all know how I'm not so good with mushy emotional things, capiche? However, all I will say is that it resolved an issue that has plagued and pained me for a few years now, and I feel better about some things that happened in the past. Although I know the past isn't where I should be living....but still.

In light of moving on and growing up, I'm going to share with you a piece I wrote for a website a few years ago. It never got published because the company went under, but I really enjoyed writing it. I wrote it four years ago, right after the most painful heartbreak anyone could ask for. SO that's as emo as I'll get on here...Yes, I have had a terrible heartbreak...Yes, I survived. So I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think!


The Breakup: Up close and personal with the nasty deed

So you got dumped, or you were the dumper, hell it could’ve been the “mutual” thing; for what it’s worth....it’s OVER. No ifs ands or buts, it’s done, gone to the trash, you’re single and so are they. What the hell to do now?  If you’re anything like the typical human being (cold, heartless man/woman eaters to the side), you’ll sit down for about a month or two and torture yourself and all those around you  by listening to every sad song, going to  your “favorite restaurants” and mentioning your ex-significant other in every other conversation. You’ll also read every note, go over every conversation, and over-analyze the life out of every possible aspect of your already DONE AND OVER WITH relationship. I’ve gone through this process recently and to save all of you the time and emotional gut twisting roller coaster of a break up, I’ve come to a couple of very important conclusions...

DISCLAIMER: The forthcoming advice is applicable to all who chose to adhere. Take it at your own risk, your life will not become instantly happier, your ex will not come crawling back nor will they come down with an exotic un-curable disease. These words are meant to help you. As with all breakups they vary in severity, the author is well aware that “he/she might have been the one”. But at this rate, they are being “the one” that is probably out having a better time than you are, so you might as well start doing the same thing.

1. You must accept the fact that it’s over. Even if there IS a flickering hope that there will be a re-kindling of the relationship you can’t hold on forever. If you’re going to get back together, it’ll happen, rain or shine. If you believe in fate, this will be easy for you, whatever it may be that you do/do not believe in, order will restore itself whether or not he/she is in the picture.

2. Stalking is usually illegal... don’t take the risk of getting caught doing it, plus it’ll just make you feel worse, and they’ll think you’re psycho which ruins the chances of ever speaking to them again.

3. If you so happen to be on speaking terms, keep it friendly, start out with small-talk and don’t bust out with serious sob-worthy dissertation length speeches about “what happened to us?” Keep it light and friendly at first, and then if the time and mood is right, you can usually let your guard down and talk about any lingering issues in a civilized manner. (Bold and italicized statements are meant to be strongly emphasized.)

4. Avoid “rebounding”. Leave that to the basketball players. It can make you look uber desperate and it can be disrespectful to the other person. What I mean is, you might be making them feel like everything you ever had was completely meaningless and you’re just rubbing it in their face. Avoid rubbing things in their face. It may be tempting, but be the bigger person; it always pays off even though it doesn’t feel like it at the time.

5. Avoid rebounding within the ex’s circle of friends (i.e. trying to go through the entirety of his/her pledge class) word gets around fast and you don’t want to look like an idiot or a walking STD.

6. Don’t ask don’t tell. Don’t go prying into their personal details (see number 2). Don’t try to find out who they’re hanging out with or hooking up with. Don’t reveal your personal life either, if you’ve ever played telephone in a large group of people you’ll understand how one simple phrase can be grossly misconstrued (especially when everyone is at a loud party with a couple drinks coursing through their bloodstream.) If they want to tell you about it, let them tell you. If they’re not telling you it’s for a reason.

7. Don’t burn bridges. Acting brashly and lashing out at the ex or their friends can have some nasty repercussions. Stay calm and cool, don’t trash talk. It sounds bitter and nasty and it only fuels the fire. Don’t be rude to people who are associated with the ex. You and the ex are the ones who broke up, no one else had anything to do with it and let’s keep it that way.

8. Keep memories sweet. You both know you had some really great times and some amazing memories, keep them. Don’t let the past poison your future, it’s ok to crack a smile if you remember the time he/she did something absolutely heart melting for you. You don’t have feel like you have mad cow every time you think of them. Keep the memories right where they are and move on, make better ones.

9. Get out there, if you read number 4, you’ll know what NOT to do. Just because you’re newly single doesn’t mean you have to immediately start dating. All those times you secretly were envious of your single friends are no more. Go have fun, crack yourself up, forget about “spitting your game”, or “pulling some wool”. Great things happen when you least expect them. Go do what YOU want to do, surround yourself with great friends and good times.

10. Lastly and very importantly. You’re likely still in college. Your biological clock is not  ticking that desperately yet. Stop pursuing your Mrs./Mr. Degree and focus on yourself. Don’t take it to an extreme and become an antisocial hermit, but enjoy your youth. You are on the road to finding the right person, you need some trial runs before the real thing. Put it this way, you’re one trial run down, admit that it was fun and try another! (Remember the walking STD part). You’re in college, there are oodles of options, try things you never would’ve tried. You won’t know you like something until you try it. Stop riding the pine and get back on the playing field.

Hopefully you’ve put down the pint of haagen daaz, turned off “The Notebook” and are well on your way to getting ready for a night of painting the town red. Let the future happen, worry about right now and being happy right now. You can worry about tomorrow when it gets here, and it will work itself out. In the words of the Semi Sonics “every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” Make lots of great beginnings and let the endings make you better, not bitter.

peaceloveandnewbeginnings, 
lovelovelove,

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Just When I Was Sure It Couldn't Get Worse....

I don't know about you guys, but Houston has a little problem. I refer to it as the attack of the douchengoyles. (Thank you Carissa). You're all like, huh? Ok, so the douchengoyle: a definition...


  • Wears more hair gel than I have ever applied to my head, INCLUDING 4th grade dance recitals. 
  • Wears more rhinestones than a Judith Leiber clutch.
  • Makes less money than I do and acts like he's BFF with P.Diddy and the Donald. 
  • Drinks shots of Patron and lots of Jager Bombs, probably only drinks "Michelob Ultra" too. 
  • WEARS ED HARDY. I don't think you understand how much I hate Ed Hardy. Monday, when I was watching Real Housewives of New Jersey, I almost jumped through the television and RIPPED OFF poor Jacqueline's little baby boy's outfit because she has him on the fast track to douchengoyle-dom, and NO I don't care that it's Jersey, it's just NOT OK. I HATE ED HARDY. WHAT'S THE POINT? 
  • Honestly. What is the point? It costs more than a nice, sensible, and very sexy simple Polo or Lacoste shirt, and HAS GLITTERY SHIT AND DAGGERS AND LIONS AND TIGERS AND ROSES ON IT. It's like Lisa Frank took acid and went apeshit and sold her designs to this Christian Audigier character. (No disrespect Lisa...you made my elementary school days SO much brighter, sparklier, unicornier, and ponier)
but then she took acid and made Ed Hardy his millions.

AND NOW, I HAVE BEEN MADE PAINFULLY AWARE THAT MR. AUDIGIER HIMSELF has released THESE. Read the full article HERE. This is some really REALLY BAD NOOZ.


EXCUSE ME, BUT I DO NOT WANT A MENTAL IMAGE OF DOUCHENGOYLES BONING DOUCHEN-GOYLE-ETTES, or SLORES as I like to refer to trashbag women. I swear, you should see some of the people here. It's like they live underground during the day in the sewers, and then at night, they crawl out all slimy and glittery and sparkly in their nasty sparkly gear. GROSS. AT LEAST THESE WILL PREVENT THEM FROM PROCREATING. Ugh. 


Moving on. Wish my male beefer happy travels on his way to visit my beefiestbeefer, and hopefully they don't have to call me for advice on where to find one of these "Monsieur Bond" gems. Oy vey. LOVE YOU GUYS. 
bahahahah

peaveloveandedhardysucks,
lovelovelove, 

Thursday, April 8, 2010

RRRReal Quick:

I couldn't help myself. I just can't stay away. So here's a mini-post. Like a mini-horse, but a mini-post. Or something. I'm clearly lucid. Not.

1. Y'all are the bestest. Thanks for all the kind words about my exams! I'm nervous as a long tailed cat in a room-full of rocking chairs, but hopefully I'll come out with good results!

2. Y'all are awesome because I'm a sucky blogger friend and haven't been commenting on your blogs, but I still love you and will be back so so so soon!

3. I wanna talk about karma real quick. Do you believe in it? Because I DO. And she's a lot like me....She's really really cool and nice when you're nice to her and treat her and her friends well, but when you mess with her and get all up in her grill...she's a rilllllllllllly big bad beotch. I have a long fuse, but when it blows...it ain't pretty. K...SO. I set up two of my super close friends, and they are so adorable together, and they're totes in LURVE. So I'm pretty sure I have like 57397983769847689756985 million trillion karma points in my karma point bank right now...RIGHT?! And people who mess with people's emotions get negative million trillion karma points deducted....RIGHT?! So...in short, and to quote Mr. Overly Competitive. I WIN. I WIN THE KARMA POINT WAR. Karma is my beefer. Basically.



They should go ahead and make this in my size. Srsly.


Ok, back to the cave where I study, punctuated by periodic loud sighs, stare at walls, mutter to myself, and read my face off. Fun right? NO. 

Pee Ess... The Big Pink was pretty fab last night. I think. Meh.

Have an amazing weekend!

peaceloveandlotsofgoodkarma,
lovelovelove

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

K Wait...Screw the Aforementioned Post...

Ok so I know I said I was taking a mini-hiatus...but I figured I'd entertain you...because that's what I do...

Member when I was all "Hoe em gee I'm obsessed with Friday Night Lights and Tim Riggins??!"....it's gotten worse. I'm not kidding. I sit at work/in class all day wondering what's going to happen next, wondering if Tim will dump Lyla and choose his soulmate (me). Wondering if the Panthers will make it to state. Wondering where Tammy Taylor got those aviator sunglasses she wears....it's BAD people. And now I'm all angsty because I finished season three on instant Netflix and I have to WAIT for season 4 to be delivered via snail mail. I cant.take.it.any.longer.

I had a dream(s) about me and Riggins. We are married. We are happy. He goes to college, graduates, and now he's in a band and he writes allllll these songs about ME. I need help. SRSLY. Help me. 

Has anyone ever been this obsessionated? HELP.

Where'd she get those? I want.


He's mine. All. Mine.

Don't Be Jealous. It's fate. We're meant to be.

what you can't see is me running up behind her to TACKLE THE LITTLE SKANK. Hands.Off.NOW.

DO I need to attend TV addicts anonymous? Is this my subconscious mind telling me that my fate really is to be with Tim? Ahhhhh. Help. This warrants an episode of "Intervention". Srsly. 

peaceloveJules&TimFOREVAH.
lovelovelove,

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Make Outz

Friends and Lovahs, Lovahs and Friends, 

I'm going to the rodeo tonight to see Mr. Keith Urban!!!!!!!!! I'm uber.excited. I'll take some pics for all you non-texans. I'm praying I can catch the show where a tiny monkey dressed up as a cowboy rides a border collie dressed as a horse, it's the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life. 


So, I have a male beefer who was bitching about him not being mentioned in my blog. Even though I did his damn laundry for two years in college. He knows I heart him to the moon and back, so here's his mention. I will tell a story about him that is both embarrassing and endearing, because that's what I do. 

One night, we all went out on the town in Nashville. Beverages were consumed, the dance floor was DOMINATED by us, and cab drivers feared us (totally standard for us). I had intense eye sex with a cute stranger the entire night, and when he came over to talk to me, I said "It's about damn time." (I'm very blunt...oopsies...but he liked it and we actually ended up dating for a while)...I DIGRESS. 

So, girl beefer and boy beefer and I headed back to boy beefer's house because he had booze and we wanted to late-night. Then I noticed boy and girl beefer batting eyelashes and flirting. Oh.Sweet.Jeebus.

Next thing I know, I'm alone, on the couch, sipping on a beer, and waiting for girl and boy beefer to finish whatever it was that they were doing upstairs. They were always "friends" but I'm pretty sure they were in the process of getting EXTRA friendly. 

Girl beefer and I are close. THISCLOSE. So we say whatever we want to each other. So, when girlbeefer FINALLY stumbles downstairs, I'm highly amused, because now I can give my beefers HELL for as long as possible. The following convo ensued. 

Me: "Umm...so were y'all folding laundry or sucking face??"

Girl Beefer: "What!? No, we were just talking, nothing happened, jeez chill out..."

Me: "OH, so is that why your top is on INSIDE OUT?!"

Girl Beefer: "Oh. shit. Um. Well. Shit. DON'T SAY ANYTHING"

Me: "Oh...don't worry... I won't" meanwhile evil Cheshire Cat grin/Dwight Schrute evil face is in FULL FORCE. I had ammo, and you can bet your ass I was gonna use it.

The end. LOVE YOU GIRL AND BOY BEEFERS. And I know you love me for giving you hell. You so love it.

peacelovekeithurbanandmakeoutsessions, 
lovelovelove,

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Spring Break Smorgasbord....

Kitty Kats, 

I've been super busy drinking, partying, sunning, WORKING REALLY HARD, the past few days, so I've just got to give you some morsels...I'll be back in full hurricane force this week! 

  • I created a new cocktail with one of my fave bartenders this weekend. I told him I wanted something that tasted like a chocolate-y candy bar in my mouth (that's what she said) so he mixed equal parts (by equal parts I mean LOTS) Kahlua, Amaretto, and then a splash of soda. DELISH. I drank two. Then I switched to beer because I had already had champers, then I had a guh-rrrreat night. The end. I named it the "candy bar". Creativity at its best....except not really.
  • My PIC (partner in crime) told me something that made me almost kinda pee in my pants. We were discussing this recent troll in my life (troll=douche bag) and she said "you know what?! He's totes a one trick pony"....basically "one trick pony" is now my favorite insult. evah. 
  • It's GORGEOUS in Houston. SO I've been outside as much as possible, and I'm now a few shades darker! Inner Chihuahua is REEEEE-JOICING. 
  • I will be posting pics this week of my outfit from my big day Friday. 
  • Pauly D from the Jersey Shore was in Houston this weekend. I KNOW that "At Least I'm Skinny"(pls. blog more about Jabroni-ness..The suspense is KILLING me)  is SUPER jeal. But I didn't see him. But we shared the same city oxygen or something like that...
  • Fate/Destiny is a cray cray thing. Ask Carissa. I told her all about my weird coincidence this weekend. Things fall into place. Always. Don't tempt fate. Basically. 
  • I'm severely addicted to Friday Night Lights. I even had a dream about me and Tim Riggins. I'll spare you the deets. 
  • TODAY. I LAID OUT IN THE SUN. In a bathing suit. With beer(s). And music. HEAVEN.ON.EARTH. Once again, inner chihuahua NIRVANA. 
love y'all. 
peacelovesunshineandtimriggins, 
lovelovelove, 

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Operation Mermaid Locks = SUCCESS.

Lovahs!
I went to get my hair did last night and it was a GREAT SUCCESS. Mermaid Locks are intact and I'm sure all your locklove was manifested in the scissors that the lady used. I wanted to test a theory of mine, so I told her to shampoo, cut, and leave it be. So, she washed, snipped, put some BioSilk in it, and then I let it air dry. This is my new "wash&wear" look! I lurve it! So easy peasy!


No, I don't really have pink blocks on my face. I'm still nervie to reveal my face. Deal. Oh and PLEASE excuse the PALENESS. IT'S DISTURBING.

Moving ON. 

Yesterday, I was minding my own beeswax, walking along the sidewalk to go make some copies, and there was this posse of people on the sidewalk holding up signs saying "free compliments"....So, as I walked by, this chick shouts "I like your sunglasses!" And I'm all weirded out. Because LIT-RILLY everyone that walked by got "complimented", which TO ME defeats the whole purpose. I don't dish out compliments unless I mean them And who's to say if that person REALLY liked my wayfarers? She HAD to compliment me. I say weird and unnecessary.  Maybe. But that's me. At least it wasn't the Jehovah's witnesses who hand out Bibles on the daily. I always feel like a huge a-hole and tell them "No thanks! I already got one!" Plus I think it's a royal waste of paper. CAN I GET A WITNESS!?

In other news. I'm now obsessed with "Friday Night Lights" and I am really pissed off because I think I have also developed a crush on Taylor Kitsch/Tim Riggins AND a crush on Coach Taylor. THIS IS NOT HEALTHY. Help. Because I also think I have a crush on Chuck Bass. 


I'm thinking me and Riggins will work out best, because I'm not a homewrecker, and Chuck is a little young for me. Basically. Oh and Friday Night Lights is filmed in ATX, and I have been to a LOT of the places they film and so then we'd have a lot in common. True Story. Even though he's Canadian but whatever. 

So, I'm starting spring break tonight! And I have a BIG DAY tomorrow! I'll let y'all know what it is after the fact! Have an amazing day! My inner Chihuahua is leaping for joy today since it's FINALLY WARM AND SUNNY!!

peacelovemermaidlocksandcuteboys, 
lovelovelove, 


Monday, February 8, 2010

I'ma Let You Finish...But....

Friends and Lovers, Lovers and Friends. 

For those of you who know me, you know I don't blog about my relationships/dating/personal deets. It's the way I roll, K? HOWEVER. I felt the need to share this particular gem with you. Basically, I'm going to tell you about the worst date. EVER. I know you've all probably been on one or two weird/awkward dates, but I'm going to pull a Kanye and say "I'ma let you finish...but....I HAVE BEEN ON THE WORST DATE IN HISTORY." Here goes. I will not disclose his name, therefore I will refer to him as "Disaster".

  • Disaster calls me to ask what time I'd like dinner. We have concert tickets for a show that will prob start around 9:30. He makes 8:45 reservations at a new "green" restaurant in town. He agrees to pick me up at my best friend's house, which coincidentally is the same apartment complex he used to live in. 
  • He calls at 8:30 to ask me where he's picking me up again...ummm are you stupid? I told you THREE TIMES and you USED TO EFFING LIVE THERE.
  • He picks me up. Gets out of the car to open my door. I smell booze. No wait, I smell A LOT of booze. I ask, "are you drunk?" he says "I've been at two parties since noon"....this is a joke. Someone pull out the "candid camera" cameras and tell me Ashton Kutcher is in the bushes and I'm being Punk'd. NOW. Ok...no cameras, they must be waiting for me to be even more riled up. 
  • We get to dinner and by this point I'm livid. LIVID. Our table isn't ready. We sit at the bar. I tell him to drink water. Srsly. He says "damn, you're sassy, I like that", Uhhhh NO idiot, you're hammered and I'm not going to be seen with a lush at dinner. ON A FIRST DATE.
  • Did I mention the fact that his older brother used to live with my older brother? I start using this to my advantage. I say things like "if you make any wrong moves, my brother will kill you." He starts turning pale. 
  • He orders fish, I order steak. And champagne.(Might as well). His fish comes. He says "I didn't order this". I say "Um. Yes you did, I heard you order it." He take a bite. He says "it's dry, I'm sending it back." I'm MORTIFIED. The waiter brings him a steak. He takes 2 bites, and leaves it. Did I mention I'm MORTIFIED?! Candid Camera, WHERE ARE YOU!!?
  • We go to the concert. late. RILLLY late. We see 4 songs. I'm PISSED OFF. I'm being downright mean, he still thinks "You're so sassy". We get in the car. My girlfriend calls to see if I'm ok, I say HELL to the NO, and tell her to come get me before this dude crashes into a lightpole. 
  • I tell him to take me to my car. He says "where is your car?" I say, "are you fucking kidding me!?" He says "No." I say "You know what, drop me off at the CORNER of the highway. There's a Wendy's." I text my friend and tell her to meet me at WENDY'S. Are you hearing this? WENDY'S. Ashton Kutcher has STILL not shown up. 
  • He is driving 10 mph through intersections. I'm SCREECHING at him. Then I start laughing. Hysterically. Because I have a nervous laugh, but this has escalated to a nervous CACKLE. I was reaching decibels only dogs could hear. 
  • He pulls into a random street. I'm positive I have reached my end and I'm going to die. I say "um where the hell are you going?" He says "This is where I live". I say "are you fucking serious!?! TAKE ME TO WENDY'S...NOW...OR MY BROTHER WILL LIT-RILLY KILL YOU."
  • He drives to Wendy's. I FLY out of the car, say "thanks for dinner, lose my number". And I look around ONE MORE TIME to make sure Ashton isn't lurking in the drive-thru. I jump into my girlfirend's car, and VENT. And then I vented some more. Then I shattered the screen of my brand new Droid.  Then he texted to say "I'll make it up to you"....did I answer? HELL NO. I'd rather go on a date with a hungry rabid grizzly bear than see him again. 
  • CAN I GET A WITNESS!??!
In other news....WHO DAT!?

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Monday, January 25, 2010

That Time I Read Tucker Max, Got the Stink Eye, and Almost Yakked...

Friends and Lovers, Lovers and Friends, 


Hope everyone had less of a hangover than I did this weekend. Friday night tricked me into thinking I was a total champ and that mixing margaritas, gin, vodka, champagne and sugar would be SUCH a good idea. In a nutshell, I felt like death all weekend. Thanks Friday night, you're an asshole. 


Speaking of wild nights, I was reminded of the time I read, "I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell" by Tucker Max. I decided to buy the book for my weekend trip to Nashville for my yearly reunion with the besticles. I though this was a GRAND idea. 



I was wrong. Very, very, wrong. I cracked open the book while waiting for my flight to board. There happened to be a lot of guys sitting around me and every time one of them saw what I was reading, they'd give me this weird ass look, and kind of shake their head. Why? Is it because I was about to uncover all of the dirty little secrets and tricks men play on us poor unsuspecting women (heavy sarcasm)? Is it because I'm not 'manly' enough to read this book? Does it make me MORE manly? WHAT is so wrong with me reading it?!?! Some guys turned, looked, chuckled, and seemed to give me a "good luck with that sugar" look...WHAT.THE.HELL.

THEN, while I was on the flight, I was ripping through the book, and every time I laughed out loud, snickered, or giggled, the dude next to me looked at me like I was a total looney-toon. Um, it's a funny book, why don't you read one yourself and wipe that stupid smirk off your face, captain douchenozzle!?


THEN...on the way home, I learned to fold back the book cover, so no one could see what I was reading because I was tired of getting "that look". BUT, what happened was that I was still slightly hungover, sleep deprived, and hadn't eaten very much all day. I came across an extremely graphic story involving dirty dirty things, and I swear to you, I must've turned white as a ghost. I had to put the book down and take a few deep breaths so as not to yak up the contents of my tummy. Damn you Tucker Max, you and your dirty habits. Overall, the book WAS pretty hysterical I must admit, even though I don't think he's an attractive guy to begin with and I have a hard time believing that he could get so much action, but we all have our charms I suppose. So, if you like dirty humor, march on over to the bookstore and pick up a copy, but make sure that you fold back the cover to avoid "stink eyes" from men. 


IN other news, a BIG THANK YOU THANK YOU to Bathwater who made my new spiffy blog title!! WHAT a sweetie!! Srsly. Go on over and check him out, tell him how awesome he is, and make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside! So, big major thanks to him, my blog looks so fresh thanks to you!!! 


Musique Du Jour:


"Lover" Devendra Banhart
The entire new album by Vampire Weekend called "Contra"...it's delish. enjoy. 

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Not ANOTHER Man Day!?

I know what you're thinking...this chick is taking the "Man Days" a little too far, but I just have to run this past you. So I haven't  had a "Man Day" since the last one, but the older I get, the more I realize that I have a few qualities that are typically "manly".....or maybe I'm insane. You pick. (I minored in women's and gender studies in college and am getting a 'mini-masters' in women's studies, therefore I am a self-proclaimed expert....yes I am heterosexual because that's usually the first question anyone asks after I divulge that).  I digress. I grew up around a lot of boys, my dad was my best friend, and I've always had a ton of close guy friends. (I know what everyone says about not being able to be friends with a boy, and while I agree to some extent, it CAN work every once in a blue moon, given that there's no sexual attraction WHATSOEVER...not even after 2 bottles of wine and a roofie colada, that's the true test.) So, I share with you reasons I'm more "boy-like" if you will:


- I really love beer. In fact, in most cases, I prefer it to liquor. It's actually worked in my favor quite a bit because several men have approached me in bars asking why I'm drinking beer instead of a Cosmo, and I say, "um..I like it?" and they say, "that's hot." win-win. 


-I've become somewhat of a commitment-phobe in the last two years. I go on one date with a dude, and then I fall off the face of the earth, act weird, and avoid confrontation like.the.plague. I do this especially in cases where the guy comes off super strong, it's like a repellent. I run like a fat roach from the Raid can. But then if I DO actually like a guy, I still act distant and awkward, because OF COURSE I can't really say how I feel. Most def. not a win-win. 


-I just realized that I only really have those two reasons (for now...but I'm full of surprises)....I literally just started giggling (um...not manly) at my desk because I officially have confirmed my nuttiness. I'm not that manly I guess. Oh well, I guess now you can say you know two fun facts about me. Giggidy. 


Today, while walking to the office, I saw a cab pass me in the street. It was painted turquoise. On the side, in pink lettering, was written "JR's cab"....I was just wondering if each ride came with a complimentary roofie colada? CREEPY. Can I Get A Witness?


Musique Du Jour: 
"Can I Kick It?" -  A Tribe Called Quest
"Tell Me When To Go" - E-40 (Throwback Thursday for ya)
"Daylight" - Aesop Rock
"Heartbreak Warfare" - John Mayer
"Headdress" - Amazing Baby
"The Privateers" - Andrew Bird
"Ghosts n' Stuff" - Deadmau5

Thursday, January 7, 2010

A Man Day

Today, dear bloggies, I had a man day. 


Umm...WTF is a "man day!?".....Here goes. I woke up, had lunch with mom (not manly)..drove to my sidejob (working around all men...so kinda manly) and then met up with two girlfriends to watch the TEXAS LONGHORNS play mothereffing Alabama. We ordered pizza and drank beer (MANLY) and then I cried when we lost. Literally. Like I'm sitting on the couch and my friend turns around and asks "are you ok"....and I couldn't reply because I had a big ass knot in my throat. TOTALLY MANLY. I cried over an effing football game, but like I contained my tears like a man and looked around and made my eyes all big so I wouldn't shed a real tear (SO EFFING MANLY).... And then I fantasized about my future athletic children being part of something so amazing. Don't even get me started on sports...it's silly. And manly. I went to college in the SEC which is truly an amazing division, but I have a grudge against the stupid effing "crimson tide"...ugh. I swear, if I hear "ROLL TIDE" one more time I'm going to yak up my pizza and beer in yo face. Fo realz. Projectile style. MAN style. 


Wide receiver Jordan Shipley #8 of the Texas Longhorns warms up before a game against the Colorado Buffaloes on October 10, 2009 at the Darrell K Royal-Texas Memorial Stadium in Austin, Texas.But, I guess it's time you guys meet my boyfriend. I've kept our relationship on the DL because he's really a big deal and we're totes in lurve. I introduce to you, Jordan Shipley. Man of my Dreams. We will shortly be producing football babies. Love him. Be jealous. For him, I broke my cardinal rule of not dating younger men. But look at his fucking arms, and that face....gawwww.



I cropped myself out of this one because I didn't want people to be too jealous. 
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jordan + julie = lots of athletic hot babies