Oh, Thursdays, how I love thee. 
So we haven't had an internet connection at our apartment since Monday (once again, superior service from Time Warner), and since we're having it cut off tomorrow for the move (we have ethernet at the new place), I'm currently on hold to tell them to give me a free week. It's been 21 minutes and 33 seconds now. Needless to say, TWC sucks assholes. If you can avoid using them, please do....unfortunately they seem to have a bit of a monopoly on cable in NYC. Fuckers.
So because of said Fuckers, I am only able to be online while at work. Which is not so bad, I guess. I mean, SOMETHING's gotta occupy my time.
A lot was accomplished on yesterday's journal. Eli decided she'd be in my wedding party, Iggy called me a 'cornucopia of wonderful', Skryche and Krrn made me realize why I shouldn't eat Domino's (besides the obvious), I warmed up cunninglinquist's apartment, Twwly told me her lip secrets, and Trixie planned a girl orgy. Oh, and I made a bunch of people yak, too.
Also, I was shocked to see that more than one person made a comment to the effect that I should shoot a set.
Goodness gracious! While I'm completely flattered, the truth is that I'm not nearly comfortable enough in my own skin to do something like that. Meh.
That said, the offer to do a set with Mo and Eli is INSANELY tempting. I mean, come on...three Canadian chicks in one set?! OOooo, maybe we can get Twwly to shoot it, then it can be 100% made in Canada. HOT.
Um, yeah...back to reality.
In a related story, when I got home from boxing last night, Dan said I was starting to look like a man. While some may find this offensive, I beamed. I mean, the fact is, I'm never going to look like Chyna (nor do I aspire to) - I'm a girlie girl. Hence the name. But it's nice to hear that the greuling boxing sessions and the hundreds upon hundreds of push ups are beginning to pay off.
After all, I did promise myself that I'd be bikini-worthy by the summer, and that leaves me with merely 5 months.
With that, I leave you with the vomit picture once again.
Someone come hold my hair back,
So we haven't had an internet connection at our apartment since Monday (once again, superior service from Time Warner), and since we're having it cut off tomorrow for the move (we have ethernet at the new place), I'm currently on hold to tell them to give me a free week. It's been 21 minutes and 33 seconds now. Needless to say, TWC sucks assholes. If you can avoid using them, please do....unfortunately they seem to have a bit of a monopoly on cable in NYC. Fuckers.
So because of said Fuckers, I am only able to be online while at work. Which is not so bad, I guess. I mean, SOMETHING's gotta occupy my time.
A lot was accomplished on yesterday's journal. Eli decided she'd be in my wedding party, Iggy called me a 'cornucopia of wonderful', Skryche and Krrn made me realize why I shouldn't eat Domino's (besides the obvious), I warmed up cunninglinquist's apartment, Twwly told me her lip secrets, and Trixie planned a girl orgy. Oh, and I made a bunch of people yak, too.
Also, I was shocked to see that more than one person made a comment to the effect that I should shoot a set.
Goodness gracious! While I'm completely flattered, the truth is that I'm not nearly comfortable enough in my own skin to do something like that. Meh.
That said, the offer to do a set with Mo and Eli is INSANELY tempting. I mean, come on...three Canadian chicks in one set?! OOooo, maybe we can get Twwly to shoot it, then it can be 100% made in Canada. HOT.
Um, yeah...back to reality.
In a related story, when I got home from boxing last night, Dan said I was starting to look like a man. While some may find this offensive, I beamed. I mean, the fact is, I'm never going to look like Chyna (nor do I aspire to) - I'm a girlie girl. Hence the name. But it's nice to hear that the greuling boxing sessions and the hundreds upon hundreds of push ups are beginning to pay off.
After all, I did promise myself that I'd be bikini-worthy by the summer, and that leaves me with merely 5 months.
With that, I leave you with the vomit picture once again.
Someone come hold my hair back,
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walk that plank
canadian bacon
you my friend are a goddess, and it'd be an honour to be in your wedding party, rock the frick on girlie.