Thursday, February 28, 2008


That has got to be the stupidest thing I have EVER heard.
As if religious nutters aren't nutty enough!
PEOPLE. Sex is GOOD, as long as you're being responsible about it.
Give me a break - "spiritual" virginity within marriage? The Pope was/is on crack. Give me a break. So even married people should abstain?

Fave Baseball: Mark DeRosa

Today my favorite sexiest baseball player, Mark DeRosa, has his heart looked at for some minimally invasive surgery.
Best wishes for a speedy and uncomplicated recovery!

Sunday, February 24, 2008


WHAT THE FUCK is this I hear about that cocksucking Ralph Nader "running for President"? Fucking Republican operative.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Phone Call

I had a voicemail from a boy when I came out of yoga tonight.

But it wasn't Bob. :(

It was Ronn(ie).

Harumph. I called. We talked. But he still looks like my cousin Danny.


Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Amazing: 7 Mile March to Vote

This is nothing short of amazing. Well, the students are great and god do I love em for it. Disgusted, as usual, with the way the Rethug machine is trying to disenfranchise minorities YET AGAIN.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008


"I know some people have been looking through my kindergarten papers..."

Holy crap. He can do the funny.

This is the first time I've listened to a primary victory speech by Obama. I love the way he speaks. He does the public speaking bit very well.

Hmm, remains to be seen how he performs, of course, but I'd much rather him in office. I would take Mickey Mouse over any Republican of course.

We can not wait - that's for damn sure, Obama. God, I want the door to kick Bush in the ass on the way out, and I want him choke on a pretzel.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Random Thoughts

I've been trying on various articles of clothing in my closet. I looooove it when things fit better after losing weight. What a great feeling. I'm just shy of 10lbs lost, but it's amazing what even that little will do.

I can't wait for the next ten to come off. I will be lower than my initial go-round on Atkins. I found a picture of myself from high school - cross country pictures, actually. OH MY GOD. My legs were so skinny (and tan)! And my hair - it was loooong, curly and mega-highlighted. Oh god. I should scan it and upload it.

Little nagging thoughts:

I WISH BOB WOULD CALL. Yes, yes, I know he's probably sick with walking pneumonia or something, but LORD, MAN! There is a girl in the world who is thinking positively indecent thoughts of you far too early in the game. Shit, his ears should be red with what my brain is thinking about him. Other than that, I also want to get him in a yoga class. How would THAT be for a date? Hah! Oh, I'd make an ass out of myself for sure, falling all over the place, but I still think it would be cool to take him to a class. I bet he'd do it; he's said he's interested in yoga. Uh-oh. Him in yoga also leads to indecent thoughts.

Dating: everything moves too slowly and too fast, all at the same time.

ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod pleasecallmepleasecallmepleasecallmepleasecallmepleasecallmepleasecallme


I am in love with Radiohead's "House of Cards". That is all.
Well, that, and it makes me think naughty thoughts.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

The Dating Game

Something I feel is important to post, that I've talked about with le cookie bastard.

Ladies and gents,

When you embark again into the dating waters, do like the Boy Scouts, and ALWAYS BE PREPARED. This is not to say you should start packing Trojans necessarily, rather this is about your personal appearance and grooming.

I was absolutely flabbergasted when Cookie said his girl does not appear to feel the need to shave the legs during winter or something. Dude, that may be all well and good once you're in a established relationship, but when it's the beginning? Are we not trying to impress, and well, lull our prey into actually becoming our prey? WTF? Time enough to get sloppy LATER.

Hello, I have been on two COFFEE DATES, with absolutely no intention of doing ANYTHING remotely sexual, yet I: showered with nice smelling bath products, shaved my pits and legs, exfoliated/moisturized, carefully applied natural looking makeup, wore my sexy perfume, wore MATCHING UNDERWEAR (and really, this is probably the hardest thing for me to do considering getting coordinating underthings can be damned expensive), wore nice clothes, did my hair.

The point is: you want to make a lasting visual impression on the guy (or girl, because the same rules should apply for men) you are meeting. If you wind up with no chemistry, at least you can always say of the person that at least they made the effort to look good. It's no different than a job interview. SLOPPINESS WINS NO POINTS.

Watch TLC's "What Not To Wear". Stacy and Clinton have it right. It's all about playing and BEING the part from the inside out. Going through this ritual, pain in the ass as it may be, is about feeling like you're worth it. It gives you confidence, knowing you look your best, even down to clean, purty underwear. That confidence exudes outwards.

Said coffee date dudes may never see my undies, but at least I know they're there, and I feel sexy. I want to charm. (In that, I do like my Chinese astrological sign, the Snake.)

I'm fairly certain I charmed the hell out of yesterday's coffee date. He said he's not normally a talker (and I believe it), but he chattered like a jaybird yesterday. I'm thinking, however, it might be more platonic as he reminds me far too much of my cousin, Danny.

Anyhow, if it does wind up being about the sex and prepping for a possible encounter of the fleshy kind, I direct you to the following website. ( )

That website in general is NSFW. I just wish she'd freaking update again.

ALSO: it is great to receive, but you should also GIVE IN RETURN. Don't be a selfish bastard(ette). If you've got some weird ass religious hangups dealing with sex, don't invite yourself in for some PG-13 action and then leave your partner hanging saying "you don't have sex" (as in insert A into B, repeat as necessary).

If you don't have sex, don't have sex. Don't have oral, no fingers, nothing. Because otherwise you're just confusing the hell out of people, and generally giving your gender a bad rep for being cockteases.

Thus ends my rant.


Is anyone else sick of this freaking fucking weather? Raise your hand!

I lost a couple more lbs. Down to 185ish.  So, almost ten pounds from Feb 1st when I went back on the wagon. Mile time on the treadmill continues to go down, which is good. Who knows? Maybe I can get back to sub-eight minutes by mid-March?

Man, I don't want to do ANYTHING today. I just feel like vegging. I should really clean, though. Maybe I'll take a Lushy bath, finishing reading The Great Gatsby, and then be all productive.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Random Things I Feel the Need to Complain About

I'm sitting in my chair weird. My butt is numb. Meh.
I'm bored. This job no longer requires brain cells.
The lame ass attempt at Swiss Cheese in my snack thing: I dispute the citizenship of that cheese. It's like a Chinese knockoff attempt at Swiss Cheese. Blech.
Also, trying to format a 111 page document while my head is in the clouds, thinking of various things (some clean, some dirty) in regards to the Beefcake is hard work.
Sick of snow.

Crunch crunch crunch

Yeah, I wish I had that problem with my crunches.

Wish me Luck

I have an interview of sorts with another department at 11. This would be the *ideal* situation - part time here and I'd keep my benefits.
REALLY, REALLY hope this pans out.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Further proof I am a mutant in my family

ATLANTA, Georgia (CNN) -- For years, political scientists assumed our political leanings came from the way we were raised and the company we keep. You're a screaming liberal? Must be because you were raised in a household full of screaming liberals. You're an arch conservative? Must be because of that college you went to.
But slowly, some political scientists are beginning to change their minds on what shapes our political views. They're starting to wonder whether some of our political identity is rooted in our DNA.
This doesn't explain ME, of course. The child of conservative weirdos who has rejected both Catholicism and right-winger idiocy.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

What School Did You Go To?

The radio announcer this morning, "Chicago residents woke up to a lot of snow."
NO. REALLY? That's the shit that was coming down from the sky all day yesterday?

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

More on the damn snow

I was outside for a bit, shoveling yet again. Took off the big pile of snow on my car and shoveled in front of it. Gotta get a head start on digging out tomorrow before work.

Still have PBS on - the African American history is on at 9, not 8. There's professional ballroom dancing on now. Heh. I can't believe the way these people move their bodies. And the women; Jesus, it's like how naked can we look without actually being naked? There is the one little blonde girl (kinda reminds me of Christina Aguilera in her latest incarnation) with the cutest, sparkliest silver outfit.

I don't want to know the amount of money these women have to spend on waxing or electrolysis.

Yoga in the Early PM

I had an excellent yoga practice just now. Video only - not class as there is no way in hell I am venturing outdoors in this crazed blizzard. I was consistently close to jumping forward between my hands on the way up to standing forward bend from downward dog. Before I couldn't do it at all. Ever since Wendy showed us a trick in class, I've been getting steadily better at it.

Good stuff on tv tonight if you watch PBS. I think it's 8 Chicago time. African American lives. The roots and genealogical history of famous African Americans are explored. Maybe I'm a history geek. But if, as they show in the commercials, they can practically make Chris Rock cry for real, I am all for watching it.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008


Enter the Dragon is ON, bitches.

Goddamn, Bruce Lee was the baddest mofo. Nothing but whipcord and muscle.


And the snow begins...a fucking gain.
I am so sick of this shit. Another 6-10 inches.
I think I'm going to call NBR tonight. I'm digging this boy so far. I'm feeling pouncy.

Work is for the Birds

This job gets stupider as the days go by. Jesus.
Yesterday I submitted a res for a PT receptionist position in an area company. I just got called! Got an interview for this Friday. Good, good, good. We'll see what the pay and shit is.
Tomorrow I meet with someone I used to work for as a contractor here in this company (different department). I spoke to her briefly when I just saw her at the cafeteria. She said it was a job I could do in my sleep and she'd be more than willing to recommend me for the job. Sweet. Except that dept was going more for contractor. They may not have headcount for an actual company employee, PT. Shit. We'll see if she can sweettalk them. If I can at all stay here and maintain my benefits, it would be a plus.
Whatever - I'm just happy the wheels are turning and in motion. Something good *WILL* happen.

Friday, February 01, 2008

On this day in History: 2004

I last had teh sex.
I have sex with the same frequency as leap years and olympiads. Fantastic.

Fat Ass!

And thighs and stomach and hips.
Goddamnit. I've put too much weight back on. There is no denying it. I was at the doctor's office for my yearly exam. Ugh.
This is ridiculous. I am back on Atkins. I've been eating too much over-processed and sugar-laden crap again. NO MORE.
Flist, what group is it that you started to motivate yourselves for weight loss? Can I join?