~wunderland~

[sunday=funday]

2005-12-04T22:32:00.000-05:00

greetings to you! i spiced up the blog to the best of my abilities, so bear with me if it changes templates more than 20 times this week. i've been going through a mild phase of [obsessivecomplusion], and i dunno what to make of it. i'll live though, so just ignore me when i spazz out horribly.

took some snazzy pictures of Ali and the Pebble themselves, and i'll post them soon on the 'Net of Buzz. also, i'm on Flappr now, so [scopemeout] if ya want to.

also, Mr. Sars is fucking nasty. just so you know (my boyyy *muah*)

so, on that note, go out and enjoy the two or three inches of snow we got around here. try not to catch a cold, mmm k?

[battistaxoxo]

[blueperiod]

2005-12-01T18:39:00.000-05:00

*sigh*

i hope i don't have to wander to the [crossroads] of my life anytime in the near future, i barely managed to decide if i wanted lemonade or fruit punch at Tito's Burritos during lunch. for the record, i'm trying restrict my body from any sugared-up soda now.

getting up this morning was [horrible] today. i just didn't want to, because it was raining and it looked like it was still midnight even though the digital clock read 7:15 am. do you know the feeling? where you just want to lie in the warm comfort of the sheets and blankets and not move from it, no matter what? how the cotton slides around your bare legs...didn't matter though. i waited until 7:20 until i moved, and thankfully those minutes were drawn out.

another meeting about the States doing their evaluation of the Atlantic Health System and all the hospital units covered under it. i didn't quite care much, mostly because my jaw was becoming sore from the incoming wisdoms. around the watercooler some people talked about some odd story about how some girl died from kissing her boyfriend. why? because he ate a peanut butter sandwich eariler, and she's allergic. that must've been a very heavy make out session for that, don't you think? hmm.

i'm envious though. at least she had [aboyfriend] to call her own.

new pictures on Buzzet, if you care to look. and i'm feeling much better now.

[stayclassy]

[rainydayman]...

2005-11-29T20:33:00.000-05:00

i woke up toay feeling a tad bit dejected. like i've been a complete hypocrit, and i'm not too sure how i can manage such a thing. granted, on occasion i tend to be one, cuz i fully enjoy the whole idea of -myway- or the -highway-, which is wrong to say the least...however, when i do feel like i'm in the wrong, i immediately correct it to the best of my ability. this time, though, i've been left with a sense of confusion, like my emotions were somewhat toyed with by this other person. half of it is kind of my fault, so i can take the blame for it.

[ithink..]

i am whole heartedly disgusted at myself. in the span of 5 days i've had my heart chip from the frost of my bitterness, felt warmth form a totally different source, lied to give someone a good name, and...well, let's say i put myself on the .witness protection program. from someone.

all this happiness around me, and i can't seem to [swiminit] like the others.

but, there's more salt to pour on my bleeding wound. the lovely ex is getting out on parole, which means that i should the thing in a hurry.

dormant.
antisocial.
sardonic.

hmm, all in a month's work. [yayforme].

2005-11-26T18:15:00.000-05:00

hello there! tis i , ms. wunderland herself, back from a fresh hiatus! horray for me! or something, whatever...

um...i will give a proper update soon, like...monday or something. i'm not really in the moode to write anything. must be my addiction to Skype. nonetheless, i do have some horrible news...

i've been leaning towards making a MySpace.

*gasp!*

i probably should've mentioned this before...

2005-11-02T16:55:00.000-05:00

going on a brief hiatus of sorts.

actually, i have been for a while now, but um...failed to let you all know.

so for the record...i'm outties.

b xoxo

yay for Friday!

2005-10-28T17:07:00.000-04:00

so why is friday special?

well, a) Saw Deux is out today, which i shall see. even though the first Saw insulted my anal retentive plot twist feelings, i am very eager to see the sequal. and you know what, i might go today and tomorrow! imagine that! it would be super cool if i go today because...

b) today's my half birthday! horray! big props to the people who called during the day to wish me a happy 21th and a half. Albright and Flems came by with half a cake that was so pretty and delicious to eat. i was gonna go with them to help pick out their costumes, but hey, my soaps were on, and they wanted me to eat the cake anyways. from what i heard, Mike M. is going to be Hef. that kid is too fucking guido to pull it off...plus i can't stand him, so whatever. bleh.

Chance is thinking of going bald, so i'm going to be shallow and never talk to him again if he does (i'll hate you forEVER!! :P). and you can still stalk me, if you wish. you already know i adoreeeee youuuuuu, crazy boy. *sigh* i still need a first name for it, you know.

and wowies oOo found me on Buzznet, how cool is that? i feel like i'm part of the gang now...ahhh haha. one of my photos was featured on Buzznet too, and i was too happy about that. then again, i posted some artistic-looking stuff before. damn fuckers. and i was wondering as to how i could find out who has me as their favorite, but that's close to impossible. i'm a bit chill to see how a lot of my buddies are dropping MySpace now (though a few are going to Facebook). i wouldn't bother getting one anyways (which make me weird and uncool), cuz i'm satisfied with Blogger and Buzznet.

oh...and yes, i'll come on AIM more often. sheesh, i just found my password and all of a sudden i'm getting bombarded for "ignoring people". hush.

so other than those things, that's about it.

have a chill weekend (if i don't post). even though it's cold out, enjoy it.

Walk the Line

2005-10-27T00:43:00.000-04:00

new layout,
new look,
same bullshit from yours truly.

i've got some massive confusion with some individuals (nothing horribly serious or heart wrenching...at least i don't think they would qualify as such), and i should probably consider some revamping, on the blog and in my own little world. you know, sever some ties, strengthen old ones, form new ones, and (most importantly, i believe), remove that blurry glaze from a number of them.

could i be turning a new leaf?

no. i don't think so. i'm just rolling with the season. someting like that.

oh yes...a belated R.I.P. to superfly Rosa Parks for not parking her ass in the back of the bus. props.

Wednesday

2005-10-27T00:28:00.000-04:00

well, it was Wednesday a half hour ago.

so what happened today, you may ask?
it went a lil something like this:

woke up at 6, left at 7
4 hours to D.C.
ate, chilled, talked with old teachers
Holocaust Museum for 2 hours (approx)
very sick to the stomach, horrified, and depressed
(it's the Holocaust, what do you except?)
drove back home
Motion Picture Soundtrack
Common
Click 5
burned mixes
The Hot Chick
old memories
new, shocking ones to add
tired and worn from the trip

all in a days work for chaperoning, you think?
more on all that stuff tomorrow

stay smart and classy

oh...hey there.

2005-10-21T20:32:00.000-04:00

woah...it's been a while! hi!

blah week, and most likely a blah weekend. next weekend will be much better though.

1) my half birthday's next friday!!! 21 and a half! cool. i'm gonna celebrate with half a cake.
2) Saw II comes out next week. anyone know when Jarhead is coming out?
3) um...Halloween anyone?
4) Six Flags on the 30th with Albright and Maher.
5) chaperoning a field trip to the Holocaust Museum for my old school...seriously, i have to move outta town. since tey know i'm here, they've been bugging me through my cousin. oh...it's not exactly 'fun' or anything, but i dunno, whatever. i get to hang with my old teachers again. lol.

and, i'm in the process of planning out a major road trip outts of the Northeast. let's see how it goes, yes?

happy friday, happy weekend, good luck, and good night.

May I Take Your Order?

2005-10-16T16:01:00.000-04:00

hey cuzzin!

been readin ur blog...such hott outfitz ur pickin for halloween!! oooooo u sexii bitch! kisssssses babe!!! nd u kno u shudnt worrii bout whether ur relivent or nethin, cuz ur my fave cuzzin in da hole wurld, period! nd u alwayz had good shyt 2 say 2 me, sooooooo...i heart u. the end. lol :)))

u kno wat?? how cum u never post picciez of meeeee on thurr?!? member wen u took me and kanavy 2 warped tour *wo0o0ot!* nd u got sum picciez of us? putt them up plz! u alwayz said u wud, so do it 2day, cuz i need cheerin up...rilez didnt ask me 2 semi yet! i mite end up takin that delbie kidd john..u member him frum wen u pickd me up fum convent? in the pynk shirt? that's him. u said he lookd queer! he mite b, but dunno 4 sure.

ma said that angelo calld 4 u the other dayy...he prob thought u lived ova here lol! iz that unc alonzo's kidd, or unc petey? member wen gio and angelo chasd us round the hotel in miami at the reunion? lmaooo i trippd in2 the pool n u fell in2 the pond in the mini golf thing!! drownin in 3 feet of water..."blonde behavior"! then unc richard came out and pickd u up, n he nearly had his fingrs in ur ass! pervvvvv dude wtf lol..i still laughd when i member how u spazzd when u shard a bed with him the 1st nite dn u fell outta it on purpose! i heart fam reunionz!

so...gimmie a call hun. we need 2 chill 1 day. i heart wen i hang w/ u dn the posse, u guyz r so much funnn! nd tell blar i said yoooo n that kam's bro craig has her hat.

le ragazze desiderano appena avere divertimento!!

i told you my Uncle Richard is a freak. *shakes head*

so, for my lovely cousin Rebe, here's some pics of her to show off, so she can stop bugging me. haha.

and since everyone always wonders what my babe Albright looks like, here ya go:

soo...happy Sunday. enjoy the nice weather.

i am such a crook

2005-10-15T15:52:00.000-04:00

hello. Happy Saturday to you. it stopped raining, surprisingly enough.

first order of business: the costume contest went well, and from the Schoolgirl group i posted, Prep School came out the winner. i thought that maybe i can hold one more for various ideas that can't really be categorized, but why bother with that crap, yes? some other ideas were a nruse, Paris Hilton *ugh*, a nun, a goth girl, and if the posse went as a group, we all would have dressed up as the Baseball Furies. so the Mobster Bookeeper, the Black Racer, and the Prep Schoolgirl are the top three contenders. if you want to, you can vote on that, and i'll just be lazy and wear whichever. blah.

people keep asking me to make a MySpace or a FaceBook, to which i always say, "dude, no". i am most likely the only person in my social circle that doesn't have either. i don't really bother with it though, because i already have this ~wunderland~ and the Buzznet, so i don't have to bother. but i dunno. maybe i should get one, but i'll seriously never go on it and do anything. in fact...i do kinda sorta have one. i made a MySpace account a while ago, but it has nothing on it. i only made it so i can look at someone's pictures. so yeah, there you go, everyone. i have a MySpace! yay for that.

apparently, there is a set of rules at this Halloween party. there's a list going around the invited, and (this is my opinion), from the sound of it, this person throwing this is very paranoid. of course, you don't want a repeat of what happened last time (5-0 raiding the place), but still...just don't invite those people, that's it. however, he's being pretty sketch about it. for example, i can't even name the person throwing this on my blog. in fact, we're not supposed to tell anyone about it who wasn't invited, or something like that. also...no cameras (whaaaaaat?!), no camcorders, nothing "suspicious". of course, i do want to attend (Gerhard's gonna be there, and i wanna impress him! i wonder what he's going to be..?) and have a good time regardless, but this might turn out to be a weird party. i have to get a copy of these rules and regulations.

lately i've been noticing that i really don't have anything memorable/deep/thought-provocating/relavent to say here, or in conversation. every once in a while, i'll surprise everyone (including myself) and say something profound, but...that once in a while hasn't really come around to play yet. it's more like..hmm. i don't even know.

i kinda feel like...i'm losing my edge. i guess. i've been hearing people around me talk about things, and reading some blogspots and livejournals and xangas and whatnot, and i came to the realization that i really don't have anything important to add to pretty much all conversations. and if i do, i get shot down immediately for one reason or another. i mean, i didn't start this blog out to be a personal rant page (like ooo's thing), have it as a political spearhead for my views on things. originally, i made this out of boredom, and give the people who are too far away from me something to look at and read about my daily stuff. then it kinda became a source of my life for people just stumbling down the rabbit hole and suddenly enjoy what i'm rambling about; that's usually teh case nowadays.

to be honestly, i didn't think i would have this blog for so long. i predicted maybe 2 months at the most, before i forget all about it or just stop caring. but look now...nearly 7 months into it, and i made such awesome friends, got all new perspectives on things, and started up so many other crap like Buzznet. now it's like people write me everyday, commenting on the blog; i have Mr. Chance as my wrestling buddy; ooo is something like a quirky older brother with a hot wife and humorous angry-man rants (kinda like my own older brother); gammARay enjoys telling me about her insane goingons; i finally met Slinky Stink a couple weeks back, and i plan on hanging with him and his sister again; i hear about stuff that's going on outside my own little bubble of a life from all over the world; and hell, i've been more inclined to take pictures of myself and my friends, just to share a bit of me with others who care to look and read about it.

and yet...i feel like something is missing. i feel like i've been reduced to being fluff, mostly by my own actions.

hmm. maybe i'm getting paranoid myself.

La Mentalità Della Ragazza Della Scuola

2005-10-12T16:50:00.000-04:00

roughly translated, says 'the mentality of the girl of the school'. i don't think i have to be obvious and tell you what today's theme is.

wow, wow, WOW! you guys are having a tough time deciding who should come out the winner from the Racer theme! i really dig this enthusiasm for figuring out my costume for Halloween, and i appreciate all the feedback i'm getting (98% positive, i should note). the 2% of it is just ideas on what i should be, but it's clear that i already decided on what choices i have. also, the suggestion of "mine" doesn't help much. going into detail on that is also a bit iffy, but nonetheless, i can't deny you all don't have a vivid imagination...see, im being nice!

sooo..we have a solid tie. yeah, i'm a bit shocked myself. but we do have a tie here, between..*drumroll* Black Racer and Hot Pants Racer! yay for that. Red Racer came in third, with Booty Racer a close fourth. it's my belief that Red came in so high because the girl faintly resembles me, buuuuut who am i to say? doesn't matter, cuz it's third, and third doesn't count here! i've enlisted the help of two of my favorite people ever (Rosie and Dalannn) who are busy mooching off my stuff to decide on what it should be. so far, they have proven useless because their split down the middle. i'll wait around online for a moment to find someone i can ask who hasn't seen it yet. problem solved.

my day was great and rainy, thank you for asking. i like, by the way, how Oprah is getting people to catch sex offenders. go her.

today's theme holds a fairly big place in my heart, since i went through 13 years of it. i could def go into a mini essay here on that, and it's impact on the sexual id, conscious, etc...buuuut i wanna see hot girls, and i know you do, so why bother?

behold, the Schoolgirl:

first up, we have Miss Detention. it's nearly identical to the uniforms for Villa Walsh Academy, my old alma mater's rival (apparently they're still at each other throats to this day...nice). except theirs is green and yellow, i think. this one has a tie too, which i loooove.

this is Miss Prep School, all dolled up on red. i like this one, because when i was attending my grammer school (Our Lady of the Assumption), we had to wear jackets like that. blazers, as they called them. i know for a fact the one i wore then-which was black-can not fit me at all, because of the...boobage i have now. maybe it could, cuz i was chunky back in the day. hmm. anywho, i dig this one, i think it's really cute. if anything, i can get a a white tank top and put it on underneath. i have one that can do, but it says "I Fucked Your Boyfriend" on it. i keep that hidden from the fam, in case you're wondering.

Miss Sorority Sue is the next one up. this one is very simple, to the point, quite cute. i dig the shoes, and i think i have a pair similiar to that somewhere around here. doesn't this chick kinda look like the one from Desperate Housewives? Eva Longoria (sp?), that one.

here we have Miss Tardy Tina. this one hits close to home, because from sophomore to junior year of high school, i was *never* on time for homeroom. never in my life. however, i did only get one detention for being late three times, and i had to avoid Sister Mary Agnus so it didn't happen again. sneaky, i know. this reminds me of Hot Pants Racer, almost. this is punkish, very vibrant colors against a black background that could grab attention. could work for a blonde like me, right?

Miss Reform School Dropout. while i was never a drop out, i do like this outfit. it reminds me of the Harry Potter uniforms (maybe it's the crest on the top), and the black/red theme is pretty good. one slight problem that might come up is how the shirt looks like a vagina in the front. you can thank the useless duo behind me for that comment. *rolls eyes* next up...

this lovely lady is Miss Class President, which i was when i was in school. the whole thing is cute. why did i put it up, though? this lady looks a lot like my mom. you know, if my mom was a blonde like her :)

lastly, we have Miss Book Smart. kinda looks like the 50's/60's drive in rollerstaker waitress, Pink Ladies-ish thang. the vinyl skirt is class-y! overall, it's a cute (i keep saying cute, urg) outfit, but it's up to you all to decide which one is good for me.

7 choices. one winner. can't get any easier than that. happy voting.

*update* Black Racer wins. i had my mom decide for me *awwwww!*

Intermission

2005-10-11T18:13:00.000-04:00

wooo Wednesday! woah i mean Tuesday. damnit. friggin Columbus Day threw me off.

anyways, voting on the Racer selections is still going, since a bunch of people had to take back their votes and go over them. i don't want to say who was in the lead though, that would be cheating. but for the record, White Racer got the least amount (like...30 or so) because it reminded some of "camel toe". fair enough. i'll end it soon, because i want to get the other ideas rolling out for tomorrow.

so how was my day? my hip is looking so much better. i watched Raw with Mr. T who kept me company. he claims that i called him a bastard on my blog *psssst! he is one*, which is so not true. he's making things up. i noticed that since i put some effort into my buzznet thingy, more people have spotted the humble blog i have here. also, more people have been adding me to their messengers to boot. i don't mind, but don't assume that i have naked pictures, ok? whoswhere has plenty, ask her. she's chill, she might give ya some to ogle at. but yay for that.

in addition to that, i have noticed that a few people have been asking interesting questions about my writing style, and what it says about me. por ejemplo, someone (not the first) has pointed out that i capitalize everything that needs to be, but i never capitalize the first person 'i'. one assumed that since i have a not so great self esteem, i refer myself to a lowercase, and put people in uppercase because i think they're better.

response: i don't capitalize my i's, because i have alot of them here, and i'm too lazt to shift key it all the time.

another ejemplo: people have often asked if it's really me writing this stuff. maybe like...i sound too old when i write, or given my appearence, i don't look like how i would write. something like that. then it kind of tips into the "is this stuff that she's writing true" territory...ok. for those skeptics, please keep in mind that not do you see this, but also my friends and such. so, if i was truly making shit up or whatever, they would know, and i would've taken the blog down in shame by now. when i go on aim, it's linked on my profile, including the buzznet. soo...it's hard to fake something when like...everyone knows about it.

maybe people should stop analyzing what i sound like from my words, or how i capitalize my proper nouns.

if it makes you feel any better, i write exactly how i talk. ok? cool.

what else happened today? i found out what the Italian Hanger and 77 is. that was fun. Janny is searching for a black market animal trade, so she can buy himself a koala. a koala. seriously. like...koalas are vicious assholes of the animal kingdom from what i heard, almost as bad as the baboon. now that animal is a motherfucker. but a koala? it's like a drug addict that shoots up or whatever all say. then when it doesn't get it's fix, it gets all bitchy. c'mon now.

but...if i could get something, i'd get myself a panda. i'd call him Pablo de Santiago, dress him up in Sean Jean or like...knock off Abercrombie clothes. yeah. sounds good.

um...if i'm not cripple on Saturday, i'll definately go to Soundgarden with Rosie. just let me know what's up, holms.

here's a naked chick pic. i should start posting these more often. right, ooo?
tomorrow is the next costume theme. and Hump Day. so play that Black Eyed Peas song, and listen to Fergie talk about her 'lovely lady bumps' in the back and in the front. byeeee

o damn

2005-10-10T16:58:00.000-04:00

i haven't posted a pic of myself in a while. Ada pointed it out just now.

you didn't say it had to be a good one. you're welcome.

Go Speed Racer, Go!

2005-10-10T15:53:00.000-04:00

Happy Columbus Day! do you know the history of Columbus Day? care to find out? well, lemme tell you..

look it up, stupid. *sigh*

so yeah, doesn't matter what day it is, it's Monday any way you look at it. today (which is still going on) consisted of me lounging on my back and watching my soaps and Dr. Phil, which just ended. i came online to check how the vote is going, and it's going pretty good. some people made odd suggestions, like me going as a weed leaf and such. cute, but that's not what i'm considering fot this year.

majority wanted #3 ( didn't even give them numbers, darn) from the mobbie pics, so she's in the running. yay for that. now, the racer:

first up is the Black Racer. i kinda dig this outfit a lot, makes me think of riding on my dad's bike around the Turnpike or something. i dunno. black and white are good colors to work with, my only worry is whether checkers would look good on my increasingly huge ass...yeah.

this is the Blue Racer, and i really dig this one. the one piece reminds me of when i used to take jazz and ballet lessons, and how horrible i was at tap dancing. i was no Bojangles, more like...Bojunkles, or Botarded. whatever the case may be, i like this outfit. i might do without the necklace/choaker thingy. that's a bit tacky. a bit...Long Island cousins-y. def gonna avoid that.

i call this one the Booty Racer, for...i dunno why. it was the first thing that came to mind. Freudian slip? i probably make one every single day. i totally think this one is sleek, and would look nice for my boobies. at least they haven't fucked up and sagged or anything *whew*! if i got a cool hat like the blue one, it would look spiffy i think

this one is similiar to Black Racer, so i'll call it White Racer. let's not make it a race thing, people. i just realized how many puns i could get from this...anywho, this one is cute in it's own way. i always thought i looks better in black, but this one could look sweet too, if it was a eggshell color. this one doesn't have a lower back like the Black one, though. toss some gold in there, and it'd look nice. not too much, cuz then i would look Guido. i can do that next year.

this is the Hot Pants Racer. why do i like it? the shoes, the shorts, the hat. i could do without the top maybe, but...hell, it looks nice nonetheless. that model shouldn't make faces like that though.

Red Racer! see, i'm keeping the names simple. doesn't this chick kinda look like Jessica Simpson? this one is nice, lots of zippers to fuck with when i get ADD or something. Frannie said i could do this one for sure, but i think she's saying that because it this almost looks like me. as oppose to the chick that looks exactly like her. that's the difference, my love! haha. i dunno how red would look on me, especially this kind of red. i can always do a bit of spray on tanning...but then again, that shit smells sickly sweet. we shall see!

and, for the hell of it:

nummy, nummy Fran! lmao so seductive! vote, and be free people! i'm out!

Mafioso Italiano

2005-10-10T00:16:00.000-04:00

heyyyy, sup fools! it's me, you're super cool friend from Jersey. um...nothing happened today, and i seriously mean that. oh...it rained. rained all day, and it's still raining now, and it's gonna rain all this week and be like fucking 60 degrees. btw, i hate the cold. just so you know.

so...hmm. have you seen that new commercial for Applebees or something? with the 'wild-and-mild' thing? i really get annoyed when it comes on. like seriously. and i'm really fucking tired of 50 Cent. i never liked him from the get go, mostly because he's a hack and a horrible rapper with no skills in being remotely lyrical. and Kanye West really needs to stop being cocky. he's not "arguably the biggest" in anything. i'm tired of hearing emo music. and of how Jessica and Nick are breaking up. fuck, if they are let them, he's probably banging her sister anyways ("mmm, that acid reflux makes my cock tingle"). same goes for Tom Cruise. he's a nut, and he'll probably reveal that he's really an alien. or on cocaine. with kate moss. haha, two kates and a tom.

er..so yeah. i've been getting a lot of responses from people on my Halloween ideas. lots of people dig the racer thing (like the mystical oOo, who's blog is up but i can't find it anywhere *link it!*), and a lot also like the mobster thing (like the jaded, bitter, hypersexual, and favorite crush sid sars). others think the french maid is sweet enough (like the bisexual of my life, billy), and the schoolgirl is a fan favorite (like Rosie the Posie). so on the idea of someone, i don't remember who, i've taken the liberty of stealing some pics from various websites of what i had in mind and posting them up. cuz, clearly, i can model them. i hafta order these fuckers first. yea.

first off, the mobster:

this is the Bada Bing outfit, the one that got me a-thinking on the whole mobster theme. easy, simple, and i always had a thing for pinstripe. i might have to wear a skirt or something... :

this is the Blonde Gangster that i could also pull of nicely. has a bit more to it than the other one, but it doesn't have a tie...i always had a love for ties, you know? the skirt's not bad, but i saw a nice one at C. Russe, so we'll see. doesn't that chick look like a porn star to you? hmm.

not too sure if this would constitute as a "mobster" look, but Mecca says it kinda a mix between a mobster/secretary thing. maybe it's the glasses. whatever, it's a possibility! is that her thong showing like that? i could pull that off...or up, as shown here. now that i look at it, it makes me miss being a redhead...*sigh*

hmm, while i'm at it:

the Sexy Secretary! yahoo! this was a bright idea/joke from one of the girls, since i was basically a secretary at my last job..meh. it's a cute idea, and i this is..um..you know what? i was a UNIT REPRESENTATIVE, bitches! not a secretary! NO! i'd take the skirt though. yea.

so that's all for tonight. i'll post up the other ideas by theme. and...i guess you all can, like, vote or something, on each theme, and then i'll do a lightining round or whatever, and pick the winner. cool.

on that note, take it easy peeps. byeeee

ugh! rain! relatively long update, don't complain!

2005-10-08T18:31:00.000-04:00

heavy rain all day! i don't like driving in this kind of weather (mostly because i took up the joy of speeding recently), so don't be surprised that i'm chilling inside the home today. not that i mind, my back has been killing me since the other night (not a sexual reference, calm yourselves). *rolls eyes* so yea, i took a slight tumble down my stairs when i was running down them in the dark. on the advice of my mother, i went to Emergency (actually she drove me cuz to her i'm crippled beyond compare) to get checked out. i'll admit, i do had a lovely swollen line on my back, and my hip is a bit sore, but whatever. handsome P.A. Andrew with the cute blue eyes felt me up and told me that i have "deep tissue contusions". bruises. no biggie. told me basically put some ice and crap on it, which i was already doing. the swollen line has receded a bit, and the hip bruise looks like somone shot me with a purple paintball. battle scars. sweet. :)

on a lighter (or darker) note, Halloween is right around the corner, and as usual Mr. X is throwing the partay for it. if you recall, he had a costume party in April (a bit before my birthday), and that was when the posse and i had to run for the hills when the cops raided the place, and later that night i went linedancing with JP and talked to Chance for like...over half a day. yeah. i was a PB Bunny then, and last year i was a...cowgirl, by what the pictures tell me. this means i need to order a costume (fuck Party City), and i haven't really gotten a clue as to what to be. i wanna be funky fresh, more so than usual haha, and at least grab Gerhard's attention. did i mention he's single? yesss!

ok, so i'm checking out these places online and here's what it can come down to.
-schoolgirl
-racer girl
-mobster girl (should i keep adding the 'girl' part? nah, i'm lazy)
-french maid
-blah blah blaaah

i should stay true to my schoolgirl roots (i never went to public school, you know), but the mobster thingy could really tie in the whole fact that i'm a natural born Italian with guido cousins and a father who runs a shady business. racer girls always have cool retro-ish outfits, the french maid is a classic that i could rock nicely, and the triple B thing...well i just spotted a Cuddly Bear outfit that would look soooo cute! i was totally feeling the idea of Red Riding Hood, but i might have to turn to Skylar and we can make that together, since i really can't find a good one on here...possibly Goldilocks? lemme just stick to the ones i have here, ugh.

do you guys have any ideas i should consider? lemme know, email me, call me, whatever.

2005-10-06T18:05:00.000-04:00

hey B

peep this 1 here...so im scopin o/l, and i come across this pic, and the chick lookz exactly lyke Scollins!!! dont she?? look at herrr.

well shit...i actually had to call up the girl to find out if she's posing on some website somewhere. i kid you not this looks like the full on *mirror image* of Scollins. right down to the hair color! how insane is that?

alright, so...Albright's back with Mike ...*groan* i think i've a lot of respect for her now. if you really want to date someone that used to tell his friends that you're his *sister*, i dunno what to say to that.

maaaan...i'm still hung up on how that chick looks like Scollins. that's fucking crazy. ok so maybe it's not a mirror image, cuz the last time i checked, Scollins had darker nipples. whatever.

a new girl crush?! poor Asia!

2005-10-04T16:21:00.000-04:00

not to worry...Hottie Argento is always number one in my heart! *squee*

lovely girl crush of the moment?

Cuteness Cara Michelle! i think i have fallen in love...again.

*sigh* one more pic, then i'll be satisfied...

wearing white after Labor Day never looked so nice.

"i thought i heard a cow screaming.."

2005-10-02T14:21:00.000-04:00

i am the minDmElteR!

and i am the braiNWaSheR!

ah yes...

2005-09-30T15:42:00.000-04:00

wowies, it's friday! which means that, finally, i'm heading out with the crue! they weren't surprised that i quit the job, except Albright ("i could see you spitting in your boss's face"), but overall the mood was light and happy. i know i really didn't go into detail about how i quit, and how it came about, so without further ado...

How I Quit My Job and Blah Blah by Ms. Wunderland

so i went in on Wednesday, feeling that weird dread thing in my stomach. like, if you knew something was gonna go down, ya know? so yeah, i go in, and by 2 o' clock i'm in that 'i-just-don't-care-mood', so i go easy on the workload and grab a cup o' joe. as you already know, most of the office (minus some saving graces like Babs, Carmela, and a few others) have labeled me the "baby killer" because of my views on abortion. if oyu don't know that officially, check out last Wednesday's update. they give me dirty looks and sneer at me, which is something i've grown accustomed to since i moved to this country. bah.

i don't believe i mentioned this before, but last week i was chatting with my boss's receptionist and i got all nosey and junk. "hey...does he talk about me?" i asked. Haley glances at me uneasily.

"actually...he's been thinking about...letting you go."

really? yeah? i felt a bit ticked, but not by much; i'd rather hear it from her than have him casually mention that he's considering firing my ass at the water cooler. but i told her to tip me off the day before, so i can quit before he fired me. :)

well, that day, i was heading back to my office when i see a note on my desk from the bossman. apparently, one of the girls who deals strictly with finances for the company is leaving, because she and her hubby are moving to the west coast. so bossman wanted me to train someone for her job, while doing my own work. that could take months, i thought. then it hit me...it's basically his way of making me do that chick's job until someone takes it. and why should i train someone in that field, when i don't even know what the job is all about?

i dunno about you, but somehting about that made me angry. i don't get angry often, just really annoyed and irritated. but angry is...dangerous. the last time i got angry, i threw a microwave at a girl's head dead on. granted, i was tipsy, but i was really pissed off with her. so i got angry at work.

i found my boss laughing it up with the hairy cunt that started the whole abortion conversation, and the same one who nearly ripped my head off when i called fetuses 'parasites'. just that made me even more irate, so i stormed over and asked him what the hell the note meant.

"oh...i figured that since you're not doing much, you can be put to good use."

excuse me? put to good use? so what the fuck was i doing for the past how many months? doing people's work when they're out, coming back to see my pile increased, get called names and shit at work...that's how it is? am i a fucking horse or something?

"you're qualified to do it. you have to be a team player, you know. lately you haven't been."

um...maybe because my office hates me? could that be it? so i says to him, i says that i'm not going to do it. it's unfair, unreasonable to anyone, and just full out stupid. if i was going to be doing all that shit, i had better get paid more. but bossman says no, because that would be unfair. i should control my temper, says he. it's not a good look for me. how would that look to everyone, me talking back to the boss? questioning him, when he knows better about what i should be doing? because...i'm not doing it right.

have you ever seen it on television, or in the movies? when someone says something of huge importance, and another character's expression just limp and falls flat? and he or she stands there, dumbfounded? yeah, that was me when he said that. so obviously, when your face shuts down like that, your brain kinda flunks a bit too. well, when that happens to me, and random thoughts start flying threw my mind, one might happen to slip out unnoticed to my senses. for example:

"i'm not doing this right? oh really? i bet your wife tells you that all the time, doesn't she?" you know, something like that.

he gets all pissy, and i just go on without realizing it. in a nutshell, i told him to go shove the work up his ass til he tastes his shit and recycled paper in his mouth...that he's a fucking slave driver and a fascist...that being a team player doesn't mean shit to me when the team thinks i'm a baby killer...that i get shot down constantly from him and the other bitches in my office for speaking my views...and that he should stop being a dickhead.

"how dare you talk to me like that!" he exclaims in shock and rage. meanwhile, the whole office is quiet, and i'm shaking in fury. "who do you think you are?"

"i think i'm someone's who telling you to take this shitbag job, and shove it! i quit!" with that, i crumpled the paper and threw it at his feet, and stormed out. so yeah, i don't fare well when i'm angry, and i probably did a bad thing by cussing my boss out. but it felt so good to do it.

when i went back in yesterday to get my shit, he was nowhere to be found. supposedly the States were discussing the whole ordeal, and they wanted to know what kind of work he was making me do, and so on. i didnt' stay to hear it all, cuz i wanted to get outta there for good. Babes and Tommy left me some flowers and notes telling me i did a good job, among other nice things some people gave me.

*sigh* so me, the crue, along with Tommy and Babs and Carmela, are gonna have some drinks tonight in honor of me quitting my job like a champ. i dunno about tomorrow...Rudy's birthday thang is tomorrow, but i might end up with Despo and them cuz i've been putting them off since i left for Florida the second time. besides, dammit, i haven't hung out for a night in forever! the posse needs me!

so, on that note, October starts tomorrow. yay. it's about time. oh, and do check my longtime crush Chance's buzznet thang. he's such a sneaky face!

laters

ooo yeah..

2005-09-28T16:32:00.000-04:00

did i mention that i quit my job today? so it was kinda liberating, but then it's kinda like...i'll miss the people i worked with. no worries though, i have a back up plan: a better job, a couple dollars less, still groovy. my boss can shove it, he got on my last nerve today.

now that i think about it, the look on his face when i told him i was quitting...priceless.

ugh

2005-09-28T16:23:00.000-04:00

it sucks when someone you really care for hates your guts. kinda fucks up your whole day, ya know?

not even Cascada is cheering me up. i just have that sick, sad feeling in the pit of my stomach, and i dunno know or when it's going to go away.

:/ so much for feeling good.

Jeff! Woah!

2005-09-27T16:09:00.000-04:00

Sweet Sassy Molassie! iy's motherfucking Tuesday!

and why the hell is September still going on? i thought last week was...well, the last week. sheesh.

ok, so you might not know it, but i'm in the happiest of moods! like...just pure joy! granted, i've been pretty stoked a bunch of times since...forever, but since Saturday, it's been fab. why, you ask? well, lemme tell you:

a) Albright broke up with Mike! yesss! oh, you have no clue how bad i wanted them apart! he's the biggest dickhead i've ever seen in my life and...ok, i lied. he's not the biggest, but he's pretty high up there. but anyway, i'm glad she's rid of him (and everyone feels the same way...she only "misses" him. whatever.) and now she can move on to the Pete guy who works at Lids. so why do i hate Mike, besides the fact that he's a hedgehog (aka the spikey Guido hair, ugh)? well, like i mentioned before, he was a complete dick to Albright, by saying how he could get any girl at Rutgers Uni (the STD factory, btw) that he wanted, since he's soooo hot and he ladies love him. also, he gave her a UTI ("should my pee be burning?), not to mention frigging mono, which is like...an 8th grade thing (makes me wonder...), and just argued with her about how she hangs with us *a 7 year thing* instead of him *a 5 month thing*. plus he called her a horrible girlfriend, and got with a ton of her friends.

now that i think about it, he actually dumped her first. he assumed that she was with some other guy *rolls eyes* and broke up with her on a voicemail while she was at work. on a voicemail, people! and you know what? then he called Loesch, the Man Eater, and told her, so then she told Corteasi, so then told Albright. sucks having ot be the last one to know about your own breakup. but, he wanted to get back with her, so after they did for literally 20 minutes she dumped him in return. yay for her! he left some insane messages on her phone, which i'll mention later. but yeah...i'm glad. he called last night asking what i was doing.

"i'm gonna hide in the closet and watch your ex bang her rebound", i replied, as i hung up. mm hmm.

dos) possible love interest in Ms. Wunderland's life? it's a bright sign, actually. he's been a doll to me for the past few weeks now (not you Cooper, you're gross). but we'll have to wait and see.

tois) i'm in pure lust with Cascada's "Everytime We Touch" (caution: insane techno)! i looooove that song to no end! i've been blasting in my car...that and Click 5. shouts to my cousin Rebe for giving me a peep of them.

4) Supernatrual is coming on tonight! woot!

d) um...oh! one of the people whose insurance i handled gave me flowers today! how cute!

sies) ok, i gotta mention the Mike message. Albright went to Cali and brought back tons of shit, including this stuffed bunny. so Mike took it and claimed it as his own, because he wasn't satisfied with the outfit she bought him (wtf?). so, knowing this, readers, one of the messages went kinda like this (keep in mind, Mike is 23 years old, in college):

"i can't believe your'e doing this to me. and to THINK that i slept with your bunny last night, because i pretend it was you and i missed you! i hope you realized the mistake you made, cuz i'm the best you'll ever have! remember the bunny, remember!"

i wish i could make up shit like that.
byeeee*

what a change of topics!

2005-09-24T14:38:00.000-04:00

from abortion to sexual preferences. i'm just so versatile!

so i was talking with the crue last night (more like having some drinks at Rosie's place), and we got the talking about our sex/love lives and what not. i finally caught up with them, in a way, so that's fantastic. no more of that "it's been two years" shit. anywho, we weren't doing the whole "guess who/what i did last night" thing like we usually would when we get to that topic, but more like what we prefer in the bed...or the kitchen table, or the closet, or the bathroom, or wherever you hound dogs go at it. so i figured it was about that time that i explain some things (painfully obvious things maybe) about what i prefer. so at least the stupid questions and comments would stop, even if it's momentarily:

-saying that i have a nice mouth is ok. saying what you want to do with it is not.
-calling me a Sweet Sex Machine is scuzzy, especially when we've never been together.
-on that note, calling me Babrabam Lincoln is the dumbest thing you could ever do.
-don't playfully spank my butt in public. i find it gross.
-freestyling during dinner is weird. moreso, when we're at a nice resturant. and i didn't ask you to do it.
-when we're making out, don't give me a ghetto handshake during it. i don't care how good it was for you.
-when we're making out and i'm sliding my hand down your pants, don't slap my hand away. it gets ackward.
-no, i don't want two tickets to the gun show. thanks anyway.
-telling me that you don't like to 'eat at clam bakes' is not a good way to get me interested.
-don't come on my face. i'll break out.
-if we discover that we slept with the same amount of people, don't call me a slut. a slut is a woman with the morals of a man, if you want to get right down to it. just because i'm more experienced, don't be jealous.
-if i hear something like "if i was only x-years younger..." said to me, i'll scream. so if you were, then what? i'll still find you sketchy anyway if you were 20-something.
-saying that your car is better than mine won't help your cause.
-asking me if i like sex...you know what, that's just a stupid question.
-so is asking, "are you hot?" not only is beauty objective, but i'm the wrong person to ask.
-do i really look like a virgin to you??
-just because i have a pair of pink jeans, doesn't make me a lesbian.
-for the last time, i don't cyber! or send out naked pictures!
-if you call me at 3 in the morning for a booty call...i will hang up.
-no scat, no animals, no s&m, no b&d, no pretend incest.
-i tend to avoid guys who pop their collars. just a habit. prove me wrong if you want.
-if you live for Abercrombie, and only that, we'll have an issue. if you live for Hollister, and you live on the east coast, you have issues.
-guidos need not apply.
-just because i'm blonde, doesn't mean i fall for blonde guys. dark hair and light eyes do it for me the most.
-big hands, big feet...don't care.
-i'm immune to pick up lines.
-money can buy you happiness, surely. it won't buy my affection.
-a good first date: dinner and some drinks. a bad first date: Obsessions and Denny's.
-easy on the Sex Panther colonge, love.
-i tend to be verbal in bed. that being said, if you're grunting and groaning above me, and i'm only staring at you, something's wrong.
-same goes for wanting me to call you "Daddy". not a chance in hell.
-we're not going to use my school uniform all the time, by the way.
-really bad innuendos are just that..bad. like "fuck my tight snatch" and "squirt for me". ugh.

and finally, the most important of them all:

*i'm not going to sit here and say that size doesn't matter to me. however, i'm also not going to sit here and say that "bigger is better". any girl who says that is either a fucking liar, stretched out, or a secret porn star. that being said, i prefer anything between about 6ish (that's average, ladies) and 8 1/2 inches, with 9 being my absolute, beer goggling limit. thickness is the key here. how long a dick is doesn't matter when it comes to pleasure, and that's coming from Cosmo and sex research and all that. i don't plan on getting slammed with 10 inches (that's just gross).
if you want a fun chart to check out, here it is, so you can measure yourself
http://www.neo-tech.com/penis/

so that being said, i gonna go now. bye.

fuck them

2005-09-21T23:47:00.000-04:00

for serious, people...

fuck abortion. fuck the army of God. fuck them all.

today during the lunch break at work, a chunk of my co workers and i got into a heated discussion on abortion. everyone's going back and forth on the issue, but nearly all of them agreed that abortions are wrong. i say 'nearly' cuz one person didn't think so.

need i tell you who that was? honestly?

personally, whether or not i think abortions is moral is not really the issue; in fact, its atcually whether or not i think that abortions should be legal, and i think that...they should. prolife people piss me the fuck off so much! sure, you're entitled to your own opinions and beliefs, but they just wanna shove it down your throat! while i can definatly go on about it, i'll just stick to what was discussed around the table today.

please note: i'm only Christian (moreso, Catholic/Protestant) by name alone. the only reason i went to Easter Mass this past year was because my mother woke me up early in the morning and promised that she'd buy my breakfast if i went. that being said...

~why would you ever want to abort a baby?!~
no, it's not a baby until it comes out of your vagina. don't get it twisted. it's only an unborn...thing in your belly. on that note, you should probably know that it's akin to a parasite. you know, something that feeds off something else for strength and nutrients and such. example? my cousin will give birth in weeks. she's also anemic, because the baby is taking all the iron from her. you were a parasite in your mommy's womb, i was one, we all were one. that's just how it is. Catholic teachings will tell you that the unborn fetus is *not* the mother's property, but God's alone. horseshit.

~well, your mother could have aborted you! then what?~
then, obviously, we wouldn't be having this conversation. duh. if my mother chose to have an abortion, who am i to stop her? or anyone, for that matter? it's her choice, cuz she's going to be the one to shove my screaming ass outta herself! and i don't like how it's implied that i somehow *asked* her to have me. i didn't say to my Madre, "hey...um, do you mind giving birth to me? thanks!". it wasn't like that. my Madre has free will, and she chose to have me. i had no say in it. the end.

~what if YOU got pregnant? what if tomorrow you were pregnant?~
then i's consider having an abortion. or use the morning after pill. in fact, i can't get pregnant, because the Pill stops that for me. when i'm ready to have a kid (note: a kid), i'll jump right on it.

~the Pill can increase your chance of being sterile!~
then i'll adopt a kid, i don't care at all. funny, how people are so caught up in the sanctity of the unborn child's life, and how it's cruel to abort one, yet there's how many MILLIONS of unwanted children out there running in the streets and in orphanages. to me, that's just as bad, because these kids have to live with that shit every single day until someone comes ot saves them.

~what if *insert a heartbreaking scenerio*?~
ooooh, please! those same people made that choice to do what they did, and they chose to have that responsibility on their shoulders. you know right from wrong, youo should have known better. like it's called, it's pro-choice. they can chose to keep it and be good Christians or whatever, or abort it. in the cases of rape and incest, Vatican II declared that the conception can be terminated within a day of it happening. it's all about choice. how do i know? i was taught this shit in school. i don't like how the woman has really no choice in what she does to herself.

~a good Christian wouldn't do that! *actual quote, i kid you not* and you call yourself a Catholic!~
i never said i was Catholic at all, period. i despise Catholicism, and i don't trust religion in general. besides, Hitler was a Catholic, wasn't he? he took doctrine from old Catholic doctrine and warped it into a war against Jews...and that didn't take much effort, because Catholics didn't trust Jewish people for eons.

~well, if everyone thinks it's wrong, then it's wrong. majority rules~
not quite. just because the majority of people think something is wrong, it does not make it right. not too long ago, majority said that black kids couldn't be in the same school as white kids. not too long ago, majority thought that Hilter was right. not too long ago, majority believed that Native Americans were dangerous, and that slavery was just peachy (and the Church didn't even condemn that!). hell, majority thinks Natalee Halloway (sp?) is actually important news, when people go missing in our country all the time. the majority can be worng sometimes.

~since you hate babies...~
no i don't. i can tolerate them. babies are cool..as long as i don't have to deal with them if they're not my own. i can hang with my one year old niece and not have an issue about it.

~what if the baby you would have aborted was the next Einstein?~
and what if he was the next Charles Manson? or the next Mozart? i don't fucking care! he or she will be whoever he or she choses. done and done.

so now i'm just about resented in the office because of my views. but that's how i feel. i used to praise the people who blown up abortion clinics, until i realized that people who tried to push their morality on me was cruel and unusual. bastards. sean sinn is right. fuck the Army of God.

besides, that same genius baby that i could've had? most likely swallowed it one night.

have a good day.

but why?

2005-09-19T21:22:00.000-04:00

because i can. would you have me any other way?

happy friday!

2005-09-16T17:32:00.000-04:00

this week went by slow...

so i was thinking, and i remembered one time in my old Religion class when i was daydreaming about something (most likely sex or food), when my eyes went to the wall and i saw a drawing of a laughing Jesus. i knew it was, but my brain was so fried from boredom that it never clicked properly.

me: hey, Sister Alice? who's that up on the wall?
S. Alice: ...you don't know?
me: um...i dunno.
S. Alice: *sigh* it's my Uncle Louie
me: oh...your uncle looks a lot like Jesus.

why bring that up? i was going through my pics and i found one of me laughing. a pretty decent pic, one that i'm actually happy to call nice looking.
if Jesus can do it, why can't i?

let's all go to the movies!

2005-09-15T18:20:00.000-04:00

Mo' Fire Mecca came by a moment ago to see how i was, and was satisfied with the results. indeed, i'm all better now, technically. i went in to work today, but only stayed an hour, cuz my boss figured that i'm still sick and shouldn't be spreading my bubonic plague around the office. go figure, huh? hell, i ain't complaining a bit.
i don't mind chilling home at all, but i'd rather do something for work. meh.

so, out of sheer boredom, i was going through my movie collection cuz i distinctly remember putting the Dance Dance Revolution Extreme 2 game somewhere over there. turns out, Cooper has it (great...), and i have a huge pile of movies scattered about my shag-carpeted rug.

for the sake of not knowing what to type about, since nothing happened today, i'll just scope around and name some titles i see in my sight:

Amadeus (personally, i think Mozart, Handel, or Bach outbeat Beethoven)
Tonari no Totoro
Ray
Scarface
The Battle of Algiers
Heat
21 Grams
Judgement at Nuremburg
The Godfather (um, duh)
Casino (um, duh #2)
Goodfellas (um...don't be surprised)
The Exorcist
This Is Spinal Tap
Pirates of the Caribbean
In America
Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens (the symphony of horrors)
Twelve Monkeys
Stand By Me
A Streetcar Named Desire
Suspiria
The Third House On the Left
Misery
Audition
Koroshiya 1 (Ichi the Killer)
Spartacus
La Strada
Ghandi
The Day the Earth Stood Still
Hotaru no haka (the only animated movie that made me cry, i'll admit)
The Passion of the Christ
Gladiator
Shrek and Shrek 2
Life of Brian
Ying Xiong (Hero)
Ben Hur
Yojimbo
Full Metal Jacket
Wu ho cang long (you know, Crouching Tiger..)
Mononoke-hime (Princess Mononoke)
Metropolis
Kill Bill
Sin City (duh lol)
The Seventh Seal
2001
The Maltese Falcon
Rashomon
Leon
Das Boot
Hotel Rwanda
Sen to Chihiro no kamikakushi (Spirited Away)
Vertigo
Apocalypse Now: Redux
Cidade de Deus
Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
Citizen Kane
Il buono, il brutto, il cattivo (The Good, the Ugly, the Bad, literally)
Schindler's List
Shichinin no samurai (The Seven Samurai)

and those are the ones near me.
do i have good taste in cinema? decent? full out horrid?

well, that was fun. byeeee

haha sorry

2005-09-14T23:18:00.000-04:00

i've been sick and i finally got my voice back. props to Chance, Albright, and Corteasi for giving me some remedies to get it back. i'm just about better now, so...yeah. freak it good.

horray for saturday!

2005-09-10T17:09:00.000-04:00

541 people have seen my blog! yipee!
i was actually thinking of a lesser number. huh.

um...i dunno what i did from Monday to Wednesday, but i woke up Thurdsay morning with a stuffy nose and a sore throat. yesterday it grew a headache and a fainting spell! but it's not too bad, cuz apparently the hot guy at work that has a crush on me carried me to safety...then again i am getting kinda chubby, as you can see here:

then again, that pic was a while ago...5 foot 9 and a half, and 127 and a quarter pound. is that ok? i'm just wondering...i have no desire to become anorexic, cuz that in itself is hard to do when you come from a *veeeeeeeeeery* Italian family. nor do i wish to become bulimic, because that involves gagging and forcing oneself to puke. one thing i hate to do is puke for whatever reason. secondly, i hate it when i brush my tongue in the morning and i get that lil moment of gagging; besides, i don't believe i have much of a gag reflex anymore, thanks to my second ex (haha oh my! X_x)

sooo....i didn't get an exact total from the bake sale, but from what i heard last, and that was yesterday, we hit about 20 grand, so i'm really happy about that. i'll call in and get the right amount.

some of my friends are doing the penpal thing, so i signed myself up as one, and already i got some people from Uganda asking for money so they can get a Visa/asking for my hand in marriage. spooooky...but also i got some decent people, quite a number from the down under, and that's always fun for me.

oy, headache. i'm out.

fuckity fuck fuck...some habits never die.

2005-09-08T21:31:00.000-04:00

ooo...did i just cuss a bad word? meh.

got home early from work. bake sale went well again. Babes will count the money so ill know for sure tomorrow.

ok, so here's the thing, right? i've been noticing some weird habits that i have. luckily i've stopped biting my nails, but still...that's not exactly weird.

so the phone i have lights up on the side when i get a text or a call, whatever. at night when one of these happens, it'll light up under my pillow (i keep my phone under there), but it kinda buffers out the light. or something. anywho, i've been having this weird thing where i wouldn't even see the phone blink, but could tell if i got something on there (on silent, of course). like...i'll see a flash in my head, and when i check, there goes the phone. Madre, when i was chatting with her today, says that it's me being so used to my phone that i'm in sync with it.

but anywho, reason i'm talking about habits is because i can acknowledge the ones i have. one of them in particular is swearing. when revved up, i can swear like a sailor, after every other word almost. only when i'm mad about something though. in usual convo, i fling one in on occasion, mostly using 'shit', 'ass', and 'fuck'. i've been doing it forever, so its hard to give it up

i was having a conversation with a guyfriend, and he mentioned that he likes everything about me (lies), but he doesn't like my swearing. he went into a story about how he used to swear, and this girl's (laura) mom said that girls shouldn't swear cuz it's not classy, the he was like he went to a party with laura and another one, and the other one was swearing a bit, but laura wasn't. so suddenly, he became enlightened, and he realized that he liked laura more cuz she wasn't swearing, and blah blah. basically his way of telling me that it makes me look bad to swear.

i guess if society dictates that good, classy women don't swear, then i'm not one of them. i'm not too sure why guys get the privilage to do so, but not the girl. that's not very nice to the guys, cuz apparently it has to be that guys should be crass, rude, swearing, etc. not that i'm saying that a girl should be too, but swearing is such a...everyday thing now. almost everyone has done it, or still does it, yet people still find 'fuck' as a horrible word. just like 'nigger'. now, i'm not gonna shout that word out because of my view of it, but to me, honestly, a nigger is an ignorant person. not a black person, nor a white person, nor any color person. just an ingnorant person. but that's a debate i'm gonna get flamed on, so i'll get into that another time.

i said 'motherfucker' once at a family dinner some years ago, and the whole table got upset. why? i've heard all of them (even the 12 year old) say it, but i say it cuz it kinda slipped out, and i get yelled at? i can't believe that despite being so desensitized by the media and culture, people still get antsy when someone swears on air. i dunno, maybe i'm thinking too hard on it, but we as a people in this country can' t be watchdogs and be jaded at the same time.

hmm. that was pointless.

i don't need no stinkin' title!

2005-09-07T18:27:00.000-04:00

oh, Mrs. Bush! you slay me!

Former First Lady Barbara Bush, who toured the Astrodome and met hurricane evacuees Monday in Houston, may have tried to put too cheerful a spin on what has occurred in the last week.

"Almost everyone I have talked to says, `We're going to move to Houston,'" she said in remarks to National Public Radio's "Marketplace."

"What I'm hearing, which is sort of scary, is they all want to stay in Texas," she said. "Everyone is so overwhelmed by the hospitality. And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this, this is working very well for them."
-thanks Chicago Tribune

yeah, cuz living in a stinking, rotting, sick-infested stadium is a thrill! but hey, at least they don't have roaches! har har! rather there than Texas, cuz they don't need no more blackies taking over and teaming up with the espanols, right? Mr. Bush, you got yourself a keeper!

so, despite all that, Marcy, Diana, Babes, Carmen, and myself had a bake sale, among other things, at work to raise money for the Red Cross. since yesterday and today, we raised (from last i checked) around 10,500 so far. so this is going really well. we also got a clothing drive going on the 8th floor, so i'll see how that goes.

so....that's it. i'm trying to get the Buzznet thing going (finally!). most of the pics are already on the blog, so i'll get the new ones up on there and...i dunno, random shit. blah.

byeeee
Blair da Cold-Blooded Brain Washer

so sweet that bees follow her

2005-09-07T00:37:00.000-04:00

all i need is a touch of Rosemary
to liven up my days
to spicen up my nightlife

haha i found that from the other night, remember?

ah, she's alive!

2005-09-06T22:38:00.000-04:00

depression: over!

so hello one and all, tis your one true love, Ms. Wunderland. given the context of my last post, many were worried about me (how sweet of you all! thanks you!!!), and offered to call me and email me up to get a smile on my face. for that i'm grateful. i've been so busy with work and making that money to support myself that it's been rather hard to do much else. and with my comp down, it was even harder.

yet, even though most signs of my social life have dwindled to a quiet chill out session at home or a friend's house, whatever the case may be, i'm not really complaining too much on it. i'm finally getting to go out a bit more (since i stopped going in on Sundays), and the workload is getting into its groove that works with me and my poor brain. yes, work is a bitch. it happens to a lot of people (like my Madre, Erika, oOo, etc), so i don't feel quite alone in this. but hey, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, yes?

other than that, life is dandy. my comp is back and running, too.
and i got new pictures whooo!

but i'm going to go sort through the 2000+ emails i got waiting for me, but i'm really gonna work on the blog tomorrow and get back into the swing of things.

once again, thank you to those who gave super support, you're all a dream (muah!).

oh yes...R.I.P. to Bob Denver (aka Gillian), and i'm really praying for those in New Orleans and the other areas like there and Biloxi that got fucked in the hurricane. i got family down there, so i know what it's like. i'm hopeful that despite the blatant stupidity the government has shown during the first few days and the slow but steady rebuilding of the cities, everything will one day be ok again.

fuck the terrorists and the Islamic citizens who believe that it was victory from Allah. fuck the Christian groups who think that it was the will of God because of the reputation New Orleans had (love thy neighbor as thyself? really?). fuck the dipshits i hear on occasion whisper to each other that the poor blacks got what they deserved. fuck the people in Morris County (my county) who, despite living in the third wealthiest county in the country, aren't even willing to give a dollar to help. fuck the ones who saw the warning signs and laughed it off.

careful. stupidity is contagious.

stay classy,

blair the brainwasher (and the cold blooded, i haven't forgotten)

!?

2005-08-26T01:30:00.000-04:00

oh my goodness....

i'm soooooo not in he mood to talk to *anyone* anymore.

fucking Christ.

i'm def gonna quit the job next month, i can feel it in my bones. i already started to become anti-social as a monk on a mountain, and i keep getting pushed closer to my breaking point.

not to mention the growing urge to shut down this blog for good.

the next dumb cunt who comes and tells me that they're going on vacation and ask if i can do their work is going to get a severe punch in the face. i kid you not.

other than that, i've been dandy.

til next time or whatever,
Blair da Cold-Blooded

hmm...

2005-08-24T20:42:00.000-04:00

i felt compelled to write something else, but i dunno what.

hmm...

i'm currently in love with some songs:

Like You, by Bow Wow feat. Ciara
Who's Been Sleeping In My Bed, by Barry Manilow
Only You, by Ashanti
Diamonds Are Forever, by Kanye West feat Sierra Leone
on that note, his new album Late Resgistration is a must buy for me.
Satisfaction, by Benny Benassi
Pimping All Over the World (guilty pleasure), by Ludacris
the God-damned Killers
some old school MJ songs that i forgot the names to

and so much more!

hm..i've been doing June's work cuz she's been out on two weeks sickleave and two weeks vacation, so i missed part of her sick leave, and i'm making up for it all. plus, next week, another chick is gonna be out, and now i gotta do my own work, June's work, and her work. all by myself.

it's bad enough that i go in at 9 and come home at 9, regularly. but now i see myself going in eariler ( like 8) and coming home at 11, or midnight. plus, the States are gonna come in soon and change the format of the case maanagement (which i cover), to make it *more thorough* than it already it...more details, more work, longer hours.

what does that mean?

it means that Blair is gonna bring a sawed off shotgun and a Glock to work one day, and watch the bodies hit the muthafuckin floor, that's what it means.

or maybe Blair should quit the damn thing already. any suggestions?

I got called out to a fight!

2005-08-24T20:20:00.000-04:00

i didn't know peop0le still did that. but i guess they do.

this girl that i haven't talked to in...hm...5 years has recently shown her face, and challenged me to a duel. might i add that she's in cahoots with my ex's girlfriend? looks like i did just now. but you get the gist:

a. i write a small poem about how my ex is a loser, cuz i'm a bitter cunt and i's proud of it
2. his girlie sees it, bitches me out for "slander" and "libel"; shows him what i wrote
toi. he writes a notes (or something) and has her read it to me; basically says i should stop cuz he's a pussy who can't handle it
quatro. i agree for the time being....

(by the way, William is a cum guzzling, woman beating, crusty nutsack licking punk ass motherfucker who's a prison bitch to all of D-Block)

e. i somehow slip on the agreement i made.; i say some unflattering things in a AIM chat with a friend, who posts it all in her blog for shit and giggles.
e part 2. whoopsie!
six. my ex's bloodhound of a girlfriend calls a friend of hers, a girl i knew back in the day. both wanna take me out for being cold hearted (i can't help it!)
7. news of this spreads quickly; as usual, i'm the last to know of it. in fact, i just found out only 15 mins ago
huit. what the fuck is wrong with these people?

can't i get some peace? i have the almighty *right* to be a bitter cunt for what my ex put me through! my God-given right! and i can freely say what i want, until my casket dips six feet under. so what if he can't take it...to fucking bad, pussy! deal with it, and go fuck yourself...oh wait, nevermind. your cell mate can do that for you.

as for this fight i got called to do, whatever. i'm not gonna dirty my hands for no one. those little carpet munchers can go fight a tree, cuz it's not worth my time to mess up my clothes. they should already know what happens when someone fights me; that girl's broken jaw can explain that for them.

um...in other news, not a damn thing. i'm def gonna be online tomorrow to go through...stuff on the messengers and crap.

errite. i'm gone.

i need to dole out some apologies

2005-08-18T11:04:00.000-04:00

i need to apologize to the following people for whatever wrong i have done them. if you see your name on the list, and i haven't done anything bad to you yet, just wait and you'll see soon enough. also, some names on this list are put on here because i kinda sorta think i may have done something wrong, and just want to apologize just in case i did, since i have no clue. so...yeah, pretty much.

I Owe You An Apology (i think):
in no particular order...

Madre, for telling you to get the fuck out of my kitchen
Padre, for bothering you during the game
Wifey, for not getting you a purple keychain
Blair, for being mad at you, and i forgot what we argued about too
Rosemary, for accidentally tearing a hole in your shirt
Santos, for not contacting you
Aaron, for getting you all riled up like that
Matt, for being in denial about....something or other, i dunno what you were talking about
Giovanni, for bumping into you and calling you a punk
Chance, cuz there must be a reason as to why you won't talk to me
Richie, for leaving you again for a week
Charlie, for not cleaning out your tank and making you smell bad
Del, for letting you house sit for me, you fuck up
Nevaeh, for calling you a big head. but you're only 1, so it's not like it matters
Gabriele, for calling your daughter a big head. i want my radio back, you know
Cyrstal, for not keeping better contact with you
Shags, for turning you down
Amber, for calling you a skank. even though you kinda are.
God, for losing my belief in you. i still sorta do, just do you know
Wally, for messing up our date by getting sick
Chris, for being distant to you since...gawd, forever (VT)
that kid at Shop-Rite, for being impatient. it's not your fault you can't work a cash register
Cooper, for spilling that drink on you
Soloman, for not saying much last night online
Mikey, for not giving you that picture like you asked
Adam, for having such a shitty day and i couldn't be there to give you a hug
Damian, for not emailing you back sooner when i had the chance
that Amish guy, for taking your picture without asking
Andy from the UK, for using sarcasm when i should've known you're too dense for that
Allison in high school, for hitting you with my lacrosse stick in the shoulder. shoulda been the head
my computer, for giving you such hell. however, until you work, i'll be nicer
porn, for being so terrible sometimes. do you *really* need a storyline?
the people on AIM, for not being on in like...decades
dirty old men, for ever thinking you had a chance with me
William, for being with you for that long
Armand, for being too proud. but you're too stubborn, you know!
spiders and other bugs, for killing you when you were just being who you are in my bathroom or wherever
the people who judge me too quickly, for not giving me a chance
Mika, for not calling you more often. and for not punching harder the ones who called you tar baby and stuff. oh, and for drinking your Red Stripe
my car, for letting you get dirty like that
and lastly...

me, for not believing in myself and my attributes.

hmm. looks about right.
if i missed your name, let me know

Blair da Cold-Blooded

Ms. Wunderland 2005 strikes again!

2005-08-17T19:05:00.000-04:00

August 13th, 2005. a day which will live in infamy...or something to that extent. whatever.

before i begin, hello and greetings to everyone out there. i have been awfully busy being odd and seeing relatives at the reunion, which was a blast in itself. however, i'm not gonna set foot in Miami...or better yet, all of Florida for a long time. twice in a month's time is too much for this girl, especially when hanging with family all the while.

so i came back to Jersey last Wednesday night, and found that my beloved *cough cough* computer is, as the index card placed on the keyboard reads, "out of service". uh huh. so yes, i am without a computer in my abode! not that i mind, but i would rather clean out my inbox that's somewhere pushing the 2000s the last time i checked, and that was yesterday at the library. i only had 15 minutes on the visitor's pin number password code thingy, cuz i didn't have one. how fucked.

anywho, if you want to know how the trip was, give me a call or something. i don't feel like writing out all the events here, it's too much crap to remember.

anyhow, like i did before, some pictures were taken from a nice little shindig my friends had for my return this past Friday, so i'd like to share. here we goooo....!

p.s. these were scanned, cuz the digi ain't working...that's what i get for trying to push Gio into the pool *sigh*.

here's yours truly with my current crush Dalan in his funky green shirt. me and some of the other girls were in the pool (hence the towel) while the men played some beer pong. how early twenty-something is that? fun fact: the bracelet is mine, but he took it from me a while ago. now he claims it as his own. the bastard! haha jp *muah*

here my boobykins (lmao you love it) Rosemary and super cool Katie from down the way. as you probably don't know, this party took place at Katie's house without her totally knowing; something to the effect of...hey, Blair's home. we're using your place as the hangout spot. get your ping pong table out. supply the cliche 'red plastic cups'. ya know how it is. oh...that car in the back? the yellow one? i wish it was mine.

ah! here are some new comers to Wunderland, Nina and Tara (aka the Tart). they're pretty cool and junk. Tara i've known since...a while, but we just finally starting clicking again. Nina moved down here from Albany to go to Drew, and she's my homie and future lesbian porn partner. i'll explain that another time...or sooner than you think! *diabolical laughter*

*gasp* lesbian action! drunk and horny college girls! look dude, she's taking off her top! they're totally gonna make out, man! omgwtfbbq!!!!! haha here's me and Nina smooching at the camera (she calls it her surprise kiss, oh my!) we called this our "Girls Gone Wild" pic.
and this is our "Muy Bonita Modelo Pictura!!!" picture. she kept pushing my head in the shot cuz she wants everyone to see my "bedroom eyes". only for you Nina lol.
Rosie's in the mix with Nina and moi in this lovely shot here. the reason why you can't see her body is because i hid her bikini top and her cantalopes are hanging loose in the cool summer breeze. it kinda looks like we're at a carnival, with all that light and hoopla in the back. darn Kodak cameras. always making some weird and trippy illusion in pictures.

*last one, i swear!* of course, i had to end with Rosie and myself with strange lightining bolts messing up the shot. looks like i'm finally getting that nose job i was told to get har har! wooo it feels nice to poke fun at myself, since everyone else does it. bah but in the end, i had a great time, and my friends have once again really proven to be the coolest people ever. the end.

soooo...i have to get the pics from the reunion up at some point in time, but right now i'm goona run to the store with Madre and pick out what we're having for dinner. and...i dunno when i'll update again. probably next week or so. i'm going to Kansas City, MO this weekend with the girsl from work, and i'm gonna have a sweet time eating BBQ at Authur Bryants and whatnot.

on that note, stay classy.

Blair the Cold-Blooded

15 minutes to check my mail!

2005-08-15T20:07:00.000-04:00

hey there!
can't stay for too long, cuz i'm at the library.
ooo is awesome, btw.
so is wally.
chance has vanished again. shame, cuz i'm gonna be near him this weekend.
matt has...i dunno, given me even bigger creeps. oddball.
i got some *hardcore* booty in Florida.
more to come.
take care.

blair xoxo

p.s. del fucked up everything lol. and...i'm *cold hearted*!

happy august to you

2005-08-02T16:39:00.000-04:00

i just completely realized that it's actually August. imagine that!

i better get some damn reception down in Florida, cuz i can't get shit up here on my cell phone...remember when i said i got 5 bars being in my bed upstairs? not anymore, but at least my phone doesn't lose a call in the middle of it every 5 minutes or so. what the fuck, Verizon?

*sigh*

family reunion in Florida. that means that (once again) i'm leaving for a week at the beginning of the month (just like July). after this trip, i'm not going to Florida unless you ship my coffin down there. granted, i'm in the coffin embalmed and junk. oh goodness, a plane crash in Toronto. anyway, i'm gonna try and not mope around the whole trip

i owe Wally a poem. and Dan too, he asked for one not too long ago. plus, i have so many people to shout out that i can't even remember who they all are. all this after the trip, i promise. i have to get everything tightened up, get Miss Thang to come over and watch my place again and take whatever calls i get while i'm gone (speaking of which, just call the cell). who knows, she may even update the blog for me when i call to check on Richie.

i dunno what else to write about here.

Harlequin fetuses
the Scooby Doo dance
Beach Street
The Primetime of Your Life of Daft Punk
the songs These Words and Fly With Me (the Foxxy Brown one)
the blonde German beast
green forks
Supergirl panties
70s style gym socks
Being Bobby Brown
shoofly pie
waaa-ink!
endracism.tk
the Pain series
Jeffree Star and St. Push
Helena and Blue Orchid
honies and Ireland
CH

Wally wrote me poem, but he doesn't want me to post it here cuz it'll punk him out. haha he's too cute.

one more post to signal my goneness, and then...time to get burnt again.

That shoofly pie is murder...

2005-08-01T14:36:00.000-04:00

Lancaster was intense. just so you know. from 7 to 11 all Saturday.

first and foremost, the whole adventure is basically a blur, and i blame the food for it. word of advice: if you ever find yourself at Good N Plenty to eat, make sure you eat there a) when you plan on having it for dinner, and b) you plan on going right to sleep after. alka seltzer is strongly suggested for use. i've never eaten so much food in my life, and i can safely say that i don't plan on doing it again. surely, the food was good, but too much of a good thing is hazardous. and this was before desert even arrived, and there was plenty of that too.

speaking of which, unless you have a major sweet tooth, or you love to take risks, go ahead and sample the shoofly pie. don't worry, there ain't no flies in it, but it's chock filled with delicious ingredients like a truckload of molassas, a pound of sugar, a gallon of brown sugar, and maybe some milk. i had *a bite* of it, and i nearly fell outta my chair. quite rough on your senses. i bought half a pie so next time the posse and i play "wurdd" and someone loses enough, they can eat the half i bought. also, i snuck home a fried chicken leg in my purse, cuz they seem to think i'm gonna listen to the "you can't bring home doggie bags" rule. pfffffft. whatever. i also brought home some funnel cake from the farmer's market. i would've gotten home alot sooner, but there was major traffic due to a hot air balloon festival that we went to go see, even though it wasn't on our timeline or whatever. overall, it was a pleasent time, and i bought home plenty of quilts and rock salt to last me.

then yesterday, while i was chatting with Wally, i ran across the ESPN2 food eating championship or whatever it was. of course, the Japanese guy won, and some Asian lady from the south came in second. while watching this, Wally looked up some world records related to that and we found out someone actually consumed 8 lb of mayo.

8 pounds of mayonnaise.

that's just wrong.

looks like a full moon, you guys

2005-07-29T23:27:00.000-04:00

off to be Amish tomorrow.
gone all day
call the cell

The Aristocrats, Pt. I

2005-07-27T22:16:00.000-04:00

have you ever heard that joke? perhaps, it was in the South Park movie, and they have a movie out this year by the same title as today's update. don't bother looking for it in theaters, they're not showing it in North America. luckily, i have caring relatives that like to send things to me for their amusement. what is it, exactly?

well, movie wise, it has 100 of the funniest comedians and comediannes retelling the joke, but adding their own twist to it each time. why wasn't Dennis Leary on this? Bob Saget was there (given. he's raunchy as hell), but not even Sinbad? and before you tell me that Sinbad is a horrible comic, tell me why Carrot Top was there, when he's all about using props? and Richard Pryor? where was he...is he even still alive? and i kinda wondered where Mitch Hendenberg (sp?) was there, but then again he died not too long ago, and it there wasn't even a blip of that on Best Week Ever (unless i'm wrong). but yeah, that's the premise of the movie: comics retell the joke their own way.

now, what is the joke?

for one, you might not understand it. i'll admit, when i first heard it, i was in that 'i don't get it' mode, until i fully understood it. it's not even that funny, cuz the punchline you probably won't get unless you got some history on it. the joke dates back somewhere around Vaudeville or so, and it's a joke that comics tell each other, passing it on secretly throughtout the ages and such. the joke itself is...disgusting, of course. and like i said, if you heard it, you might not laugh, but go "i don't get it" or even call it stupid or gross, unfunny, etc.

the point is that the punchline isn't supposed to be funny, at least not in this day and age. we don't really have 'aristocrats' in this time period, at least not the proper sense of the word. the point of the joke is to poke fun at the high society of the times, and you add your own spin to it, making it as funny as you want it to be. i'd do it here, but i gotta think it out and get a nice one going.

if you want to hear it, Cartman can tell it to you (his version of it) in the South Park movie.
or, here: http://www.cartmanthearistocrat.com/

i'll get mine ready for tomorrow.

My Letter of Resignation...for now

2005-07-24T20:28:00.000-04:00

To Whom It May Concern:

i plead defeat.
i have thrown in the towel.
i indeed fought a noble battle,
yet i have seen it has gotten
me very little in return.
my happiness and well being
wasn't on stake...per se.

my mind wrapped itself
closely around this one
thing that i crave and ached.
my emotions confused me,
yet my senses tried to defuse me.

it has nothing to do with him,
because i have let him go.
nothing to do with the other,
cuz he's too good to be true.

yet, he had something to do with you.
my love, i battled for you, but
it was in vain. i was sadly,
almost embarassingly blinded,
and it took this long for me to
realize that it was never worth it.

who was i trying to fool?
who was i trying to impress?

you're so close, yet distant.
i thought there was something,
but...no.

no.
no more of this.

i've resigned, with high hopes
that what i dreamt for
might happen. but at this
moment i doubt it.

it's heartbreaking,
seeing a world crumble.

hey, that's what friends are for

2005-07-24T15:52:00.000-04:00

hey, happy sunday! um...that's not really a random quote or anything, but it just applies to how..."loving" my friends can be.

how so, you may ask? here's an example:

after i finished talking to Wally G. last night, round 2 or so, i already settled into my bed to sleep. sometime at 2:30 or so, i get a knock at my door and the posse (minus you-know-who, but in her place was Dan, of all people!) bumrushed me with booze, cuz they felt bad leaving me out of the exact party/get together i chose to skip. but hey, you can't argue with drunken logic, so i celebrated with them until about 6 or something this morning, until we all dozed off into a quiet, tangled slumber. clearly, we missed the whole going to the beach thing (rye-eeeeeat), cuz hangovers can be a bitch, ya know? so me, Wifey, JP, Becca, Cooper and Ada just hanging out right now, trying to avoid the sunlight, or any bright light in general. also, loud noises, and the left over take out i had from last night. i must say, it was quite nice to see Dan at my place (he'd never been here before), and he said he liked how i fixed it up :) thye had a lot of stories to tell, about who was at the Funky Monkey and what happened (apparently it was a swarm of girls there, and they were heading all over the place in a drunken stupor...ah, i love my Easies!). pretty wild, but i'll have to go into that another time i suppose.

now that i'm feeling woozy, i'm gonna lie down and wait for Madre to drop off some soup for us. here's a pic from the reunion and something else, if i remember to add it in. whatever.

p.s. Rosemary, did i really? i remember it vividly, but i brushed it off as my imagination. but if i did, i wouldn't be complaining haha.

as you can see here, Maire looks clearly possessed from smoking that imaginary doobie. we were smoking partners back in the day, but we both quit that fairly quick. if i stuck out my pinky, i could be doing a certified Shocker.

and here's me in the middle (of course), with K-dawg and Ro flanking me on either side. that's about it, i can't think of anything witty to put here, so...deal with it. ;p

"now that the ranting looney is off my ass..."

2005-07-23T15:51:00.000-04:00

greetings, one and all! today's random quote comes from...heh. no need to explain, right? before i begin, i'd like to make some announcements quickly:

first off, i'm thoroughly ticked at Chance, only cuz i'm thoroughly jealous of his hot date tonight, and that he's gonna mess around with that girl in Maine. i refuse to take anyone sloppy seconds, especially when it comes to my massive crush (i.e. Chance), so i told im to bugger off Jersey when he comes up. besides, i have a family reunion to attend around that time, so i'm in store for more Italian names and craziness. plus, he didn't call last night like he said he would.

no matter, cuz i had great company with my new buddy Wally Gator, and we had a nice convo about...people and their oddness, to say the least. *smoooches* to ya. i'd also like to shout out Robbie, whom i owe a Swedish massage, Mark, who's trying to get in my pants, and Ro, cuz i pratically *made* her get a blog. so...yeah.

today was eventful, to say the least. the idiots of my graduating class at my old high school decided to get together and do some Alumna (whatever, i can't spell) Reunion, but wouldn't you do that, like...30 years later, not 3? whatever, the school was fine by it, had it organized, and we gathered with our white robes from graduation (i had lost mine, and i didn't feel alone; but they had spares) to make it look more scenic or something...it was really sketchy overall. but it was nice to hear from the old gang again, see and hear what their up too. they were surprised to see my blonde head, but they said i looked nice with it all the same.

i mean, after graduation, i had only kept touch with a few of the girls, plus the posse (of course). you see, i wasn't "popular" or anything in school...it's hard to have a status like that with girls surrounding you everyday. however, i was considered somewhat of a "floater" among the groups, meaning i could basically go sit at any lunch table i chose and there wouldn't be a problem. it comes with having a friendly personality and a decent sense of humor. also, as it seems, i've left a mark with my class...like, when they think back to the main kids that everyone knew the most, the ones that would be remembered in a way, my name would pop up, cuz i made myself known back in the day. so when me and Ro walked in, everyone jumped up smiling and whatnot. and do you know how weird it is to be in Meskill's room again?! *shivers*

we didn't really talk about where everyone was currently at in life. some people did, just to please someone, i dunno, but we did go over the memorable stuff from school (the candy drive, the Prologue (sp?), the AM contest, the football match, etc), and just stuff in general. everyone got numbers and address, and we're all keeping in touch once more. it was more like a family reunion that anything. minus some hair color changes, a bit of weight loss/gain here and there, nobody really changed much physically. it was like all them years ago, and i wish i could go back to those times...

alas, i wouldn't change anything now. at least i ain't go no Chess Club to worry about at the moment, eh? here's a pic. i'm gonna go now.

p.s. i really wish i wore something else, i hate that dress :/

"i'm over it now", the raspy voice exhaled in a sigh...

2005-07-20T17:34:00.000-04:00

woop. random quote comes from Rosemary, my faaaaaavorite girl in the world. we had a nice time hanging with Dan and Shags the other night. wifey watched the fort here while i was gone, so thank you for filling in so late *kisses*. anyway, here's what went down... Rosemary and Dan are getting into a fight! she called him a drunk bastard, and he was all like...yeah? well yer mom wears combat boots! so now they're circling eachother. Shags is the ref, i'm the photographer.

Dan became a beast! so much that Rosemary and i ran away in fright...and the camera went off on its own. in the end, Rosemary won, because Dan should know better than to try and beat up a girl. especially one who could knock him out lol (i heart you Dan, my gorrilla!)

here i am with Dan and Ro...and yeah, those are. she told me to post it, since *everyone* is entitled to an embarassing pic. well, here's mine.

and...here we are at the end of the night, with Wifey swooping in last minute taking the shot. man Shags, you look *dead*! hahaha. and Dan, wanna go out for dinner one night? just the two of us...lmao remember, you owe me! wow, how handsome does Dan look here, as oppose to his 'game face' pic?

alas, that was my super cool night with the homies. tons of fun, not to mention drinks. and i didn't stumble home or anything like that, Mika (so hush your face lol). so that's it.

byeeee

maaaaan...

2005-07-19T20:17:00.000-04:00

mika knows what's up.

nothing special today.

not much of an update, but whatever.

"this movie should've ended 20 minutes ago" - a rant

2005-07-18T13:38:00.000-04:00

happy monday to you all! today's random quote comes from Straightedge Dainja, who Ryan and i accompanied to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory last night. she wanted to see Wedding Crashers, but we out-voted her 2:1. if Pretty Ricky and Alby showed up, who knows what the outcome would've been, right? anywho, she said that, and it's a bit understandable, cuz they added more stuff: a backstory on willy wonka, like why he made the factory, how he got into candy, who his parents are, so on. brand new oompa loompas with brand new songs, a bit more detailed in the story, and all the more insanely creepy cuz Johnny Depp did a fantastic job being a sketchy as possible. overall? i loved it, and you can shove that up your ass.

despite movies like this, it is said that Hollywood is in a decline that's being going on for months now. and you know what? for good reasons too.

(i'm gonna rant, and i don't care)

firstly, Hollywood has a strange habit: for every good movie made (Million Dolar Baby, Ray, Hotel Rwanda), you have about 10 others that should have never left the studio (Batman and Robin, Herbie: Reloaded, Gigli). don't get me wrong, people out there like these movies, cuz obviously someone's going out there to see them. so be it. doesn't really make them any better. movie quality has just gone down so much, on average, and it's really hurting the studios. so that is one of the reasons why Hollywood is currently sucking.

secondly, maybe Hollywood should stop making remakes or comic book adaptations if they really can't do it right. surely, Charlie is a remake of the old one, but i thought it was done surprisingly well. Marvel Comics should be ashamed of themselves...almost every movie adaptation of a Marvel comic has been horrible to a degree. Elektra, Daredevil, The Punisher...saving graces include X-Men, the first Blade, and Spiderman (if it is indeed Marvel). is Batman Marvel too? ha, i dunno. and you know what? Aeon Flux is going to be a huge shit stain when it comes out. i can feel it. also, while on the remake topic, Hollywood should consider laying off of the Asian horror movie market, if the only decent remake it could make was The Ring. i'm tired of hearing people complain about how all it's about it just water, dead children, and ghosts. that's the Asian culture, you think they give a damn about Chucky?

thirdly, my mom mentioned that movie tickets were a hell of a lot cheaper back in her day. people rather buy a bootleg or even download the movie in the comfort in their own home than go pay 10 dollars (plus extra for popcorn and drinks).

fourth, and technically still on the third topic, people rather stay home and watch movies, even if it's not a bootleg or anything. there's HBO, Cinemax, Showtime, and movie rental places, which makes people more likely to wait for a movie to come out on DVD or VSH or on tv. plus, given that technology has advanced and now everyone and their grandma has a home entertainment system, a plasma screen, and so on, why bother going out when you can stay with the family and avoid high prices, long advertisements, and other people with cell phones and stuff making all kinds of noises? remember, DVDs of movies are coming out less than 6 months after it's threatrical release, so many are willing to wait.

i'm one of those who will wait for a movie to come out on DVD, and if not i'll download it. occasionally i'll go see a movie in the theater, but now that i have a entertainment system and a nice big tv, i can easily watch some good movies at home with the posse. case in point: at the movie i went to see last night, the guy behind me kept kicking my chair so he could get our numbers. would never happen if we were home, ya know.

for a date or an outing with some friends or my family, i'll go to the movies. but if i had a choice, i'd just pop in A Clockwork Orange and enjoy myself.

that's my rant for the week.

and another thing...Matt. i'm seriously fed up with you. we dealt with this already, and you don't seem to get it. so let's just end it here, ok? yes, i'm going to put you on blast so everyone can see it, and i can hardly give a damn. it's cut and paste.

i need to clear my mind, so i'm going on a retreat with Sandra tomorrow.
i'm done. laters

and i haven't forgotten about you, my love...

2005-07-16T14:58:00.000-04:00

ah there we go...

2005-07-16T14:54:00.000-04:00

i look quite decent in green, if i do say so myself....

oh, and rosie looks ok. whatever. haha <3

Rosemary: My (somewhat delayed) Tribute

2005-07-16T00:47:00.000-04:00

dear ro,

just so you know, for future reference:

i adore your eyes,
from the color, that
grey blue hue,
to the shape that
reveals your emotions
when when your mouth
doesn't do so.

eyes that color
belongs on a select
kind of faces with
certain characteristics.
of course, you fit them
finely, with your
curly, burgandy hair
several little freckles,
and a warm, genuine
smile.

when describing your
figure, all i can ever
think of is...
curvy,
shaply,
luscious, even.
and you already know
that i'm jealous of
your...assets.

you're intelligence exceeds you
your friendly character defines you
warm, bubbly, and at time
quite dry, witty and sarcastic.
clearly, i love you and everything
about you; hell, before i even had
Wifey, you and i were bonding
freshman year.

but, make no mistake
that the first thing that
drew me to you, that
led to 7 years of
insanity, were those
eyes. those are something
i loved back then, and
continue to do.

i can't wait to check
out your blog.

love always,
nells

rooooosie haha

Immaculate Deception

2005-07-16T00:41:00.000-04:00

so cleanly cut,
it's almost close to
that ever far reaching
perfection one might crave.

daydreams flutter about
in the consciousness,
making complete and
no sense in the process, yet
it continues without
restraint or permission.

the Deception is
truly Immaculate.
no one dares to speak,
but rather let the flow
change course on it's own.

the jewels
the makeup
the expensive suits and
tailored dresses can't cover up
what so plainly seen.

yet...

this deception works
and fuctions like a
well oiled engine, and
all is well, for now.

yes, don't speak.
don't tell me
because it hurts.

"this is the most fun i've had without lubricant"

2005-07-13T10:51:00.000-04:00

gooooooooood morning, sleepyheads. how are you doing? yeah? that's cool, i'm ok too. still in Long Island until friday, and i was just awoken from my sleep with a huge thunderclap. it's raining hard as all hell outside, so there goes some of my plans for today. meh, i can be ok with just watching some DVDs anyway.

today's quote comes from Adam, one of the unlucky bastards in the scary thriller Saw *spoiler warning to those who haven't seen it!*. up until last night people have told me that it was great (or somewhat enjoyable, both), that it's was filled with plot twists and suspense, and that the ending with be up to my liking. so, it was a choice between Kill Bill Vol. 1 or F-9/11, and i had already seen those two, so i put in saw, glanced at the beginning, and skip to the scene to where they found the saws in that black plastic bag in the toilet. dutifully, i sat through it till the end, when all that screaming was heard during the beginning of the credits.

so. i guess that means that i'm very stubborn and don't appreciate a good plot twist ending, cuz i really hated that fucking movie. seriously.

i was so pissed that i had to call someone and vent about it (it ended up being Crystal, cuz Chance is a homo hermit and Matt doesn't know how to answer a phone! ugh!) and i had to preoccupy myself with Law and Order (SVU, of course) to calm my nerves.

are you kidding me? the guy on the floor who everyone thought was dead was not only alive, but the actual killer. sure, the part where they get the recording or whatever of Jigsaw (the killer) telling them there's another man in the room is vauge, but...does this movie really expect me to believe that they had no idea that the guy on the floor was actually dead, especially with a DOCTOR in the room? at the end we see that it was Jigsaw that shocked them with a remote, and no one saw this hand move when he had done it before? no one saw his back rise and fall with his breathing? yeah, yeah...he can slow it down so no one can tell, or he had them tricked enough that they would never question it....but as mentioned before when everything wrapped up, Jigsaw is an old man who is *sick* with bowel or colon cancer that spread to the brain (which is verrrrry rare, from what my mom tells me). aaaaaand...the body moved a bunch of times. D and Kim watched the first 30 min (while telling me what happened there) and they noticed the feet changed position and whatnot.

what else pissed me off about this movie?

they never explained if Zep did anything wrong. Jigsaw is known for snatching up people who don't vaule being alive or something to that effect (Amanda the druggie, Dr. Gordon cheating on his wife, that one guy who was covered in that flammable stuff lying to people about a disease he had, and so on). so what did Zep do that equaled what Jigsaw wanted?

they made Danny Glover a nutcase in this movie. and they had him killed off. what??

apparently they're way underground. that cell phone must've had quality reception to even recieve calls from Zep. it sure as hell can't be Verizon.

while on the topic of the cell phone... the doctor obviously cut off his foot to reach for it and to shoot Adam. however, he's reaching for a non-ringing phone, and the next scene shows his wife calling that cell phone. did someone put it on silent when no one was looking?

Jigsaw said that there was aslow-acting poison in Zep...so Zep couldn't run to a Poison Control Center and have his blood checked and figure out what the poison was? instead of all that other craziness?

my brother informed me that the pistol Zep used is a Wilson Combat Classic Stainless .45 and one of the most expensive guns on the market, at $2000. he said it's the first movie he has seen it in. that doesn't really piss me off alot...but why use such an expensive gun to just shoot someone?

damn it, i would've done everything else to reach that cell phone before i cut off my foot...like, use the saw to reach the cell phone. don't give me that 'scared, irrational thinking' line either...before i saw off my foot, i would've thought to myself, 'hmm...i don't want to do it, but i must...oh wait, it's long enough to reach the phone!'.

when the time limit was up, Jigsaw could've popped up and killed them both, maybe.

wouldn't you have fainted from pain after cutting off your own foot? cuz i'm only guessing that cutting off your foot would take quite a while, and you would have eventually fainted from pain. adreneline, maybe? and if that's the case about it taking a long time, Adam shouldn't haven been freaking out for that long either.

both the guys died. Jigsaw would've seen the doctor on his way out...oh! Zep had to use a ladder to get down there to the doctor and Adam, so no only wouldn't the doctor get very far with the bleeding to death, exhaustion, shock, and Jigsaw seeing him along the way, how would he have managed to climb up the ladder? and Adam dies cuz it's just implied...he was still chained up, and Jigsaw turned off the lights and closed the door on him, leaving Adam in a pitch black tomb...speaking of which, when they turned off the lights before, it wasn't that dark. hmm.

you would think that the other dectective Sing would've been missing almost all of his head, since he tripped the wire in that shotgun trap.

maybe i'm just nitpicky as hell, but i noticed all of these things (except the one my bro pointed out) and it all nagged at my brain. i felt no sympathy for the doctor, but i did for Adam...and Danny Glover. holy shit, i was not expecting him to die.

i'd recommend Se7en or The Last House on the Left instead of Saw, but that's just me.

ok, i feel better now. bye

"lemme tell you how we do things in Florida..."

2005-07-12T11:48:00.000-04:00

guess who's back! go on, guess...if you said me, than horray, you win nothing! ha!

today's random quote came from some security guard, and was directed to me, cuz i was loitering. bah.

instead of going into detail about my interesting trip to Florida, i'll do something a bit different...cuz, you know...i am different. in a bad way. or something. whatever.

What I Learned In Florida by Dur Moneyshot.
*ahem*

~loitering can cost me about $250,000 in Florida.
~they sure love their Walgreens.
~hurricanes don't really hit Ft. Lauderdale. well, kinda, but not really.
~flea markets are filled with cool things that are really cheap and look nice.
~Publix is a cool store.
~when you're a) just about 5'10 in height, b) wearing a cast, and c) in the shallow end of the pool (say, 3 ft), doing a backflip is not such a good idea.
~when driving an Impala, the more you speed up, the louder the radio volume gets.
~Florida is all about highways and stateroads.
~coconuts hurt when they fall from a tree onto your head. just so you know.
~if you touch my stuff one too many times, i'll kick ya in the nuts.
~from a distance, the waves in the ocean look red.
~Miami was crap. that's my opinion.
~chocolate chip pancakes at IHOP are quite tasty.
~shrimp is your main diet down there.
~people *love* to tint their windows. also, they love spinning rims.
~i'm a champ when it comes to holding your breath underwater.
~skin doctor is gonna kill me.
~i didn't miss my cell phone at all. in fact, i got a new number.
~want a cab? the number is (and i'm not lying) 777-7777.
~floating in a bright pink tube at the beach when a hurricane is nearby isn't a good idea.
~grandpa loves to cuss and shout at people.
~in fact, grandpa has to put his car in park when he gets to a red light cuz it might shut down on him.
~ping pong is fun.
~tiny lizards are rampant.
~so are mesquitoes (sp?).
~Jet Blue is a nice airline.
~you can buy keychains of people fucking. only at a flea market!
~also, you can buy a nice ring for $10.
~and, in the span of 30 seconds, i bought a bottle of the new Hugo Boss and Kels broke it.
~the pool water is veeeeeeery warm.
~i can gain 10lb down there. and i did. thank God!
~that scene in Cabin Fever, where that dark haired girl was riding the guy with the A-cup titties...yeah, she was beasting it hardcore.
~"My Lump" is a decent song. so is "Lose Control". we heard those two and a number of others a dozen times a day.
~i bought Chance some nice stuff.
~my doctor was nice enough to remove my cast while i was there the second day, to speed up the RS. after a quick scan, i'm as good as new (in a way), which means...
~i can buy a lot of sex toys at Lust-2-Lace.
~grandpa has fly aviator sunglasses.
~Ft. Lauderdale beach is lively on a Sunday night.
~it feels good to blast the bass in the Impala.
~it's so fucking hot down there, sheesh.
~i miss Jersey, and...
~out of $300, i have only a dollar left.

the new Harry Potter book is coming out this week! yay!
i can kinda type with my left hand again! yay!
i'm going back to Florida in the beginning of August! .....shit.

i'm done. now to make some calls.
byeeee

from yesterday...i ate that whole pizza on my own.

you got served! or...how i was lied to my whole life!

2005-07-04T21:45:00.000-04:00

ah...happy 4th to ya.

so. i'm currently in Long Island with the fam, until tomorrow when out plane leaves for the sunshine state. i'm sorely ticked that i hafta get my ass up at fucking 4 in the morning for the 6am flight, but i guess it isn't so bad...however, at the moment, it sounds like a huge gunfight with the fireworks that people are lighting out in the streets and at the designated places. so yeah, i'm def not gonna go to sleep tonight. besides, the fam is getting drunk and rowdy as it is, and aunt dee let me use her laptop to do a lil update before i peace out for a while.

it's really wild, seeing about 70% of my family gathered together. kinda reinforces the fact that i have a huge family anyways. i did noticed that we all have the same kind of "sleepy" eyes, or so my grandma says. speaking of which, my dad's mother (G-ma) is still in the hospital, but from what they're sorta not really telling me, she's ok. hmm. anywho, the grandma i was talking about before is my mother's mom, and she's quite the lovely woman. in fact, she looks rather young to be a grandma, cuz i thought she was 40-something. hopefully i'll age gracefully, but then i hafta remember that it won't change the horrible looks i got in my genes. bah.

sunday was rather entertaining. the whole clan got together for a nice cookout and some graduation cake (for Rachel's graduation that was a while before). then we put uncle kelsey's car's sound system to good use, cuz we popped in a cd or two and we had a little dance off.

ladies and gentlemen:

Long Island (the Hempstead Hooligans)

vs.

New Jersey (the Mo-town Marauders).

the folks 30 and older stayed back, popped some Coronas, and watched the competition begin. even yours truly, despite the *crippling* disability, took it to the streets with the others to display some moves in my socks (no shoes allowed in this). my somewhat high matinence cousin Oriana, whom i adore and vice versa, was on my team, along with Rebe, Amadeo, his twin brother Ambrosi, Gabriele (my bro, i heart him, he was awesome lol), and Little Mikey (short for Michelangelo). for the L.I. side, it was Ignacio, Francesca, Giovanna, Bella, Romano, Sergie, and...Piero! so, we had a nice dance off in the middle of the street, with Southside Willie as the judge and whatnot. we had it videotaped, and i can't wait to see how it came out.

i would love to post it up on the blog...you know, a lil video link so you can watch it. it was a bit long though, but it was the best fun i've had in a looooong time. my time came when i got to dance to the Perculator...not the actual dance itself, but just some moves i had, tossed in with some of the ND style. then we kinda did a partner/trio type of dance too on each side, but overall it was called a tied and we had Ambrosi and Romano duke it out, and it was called a tie too. we wanted to do another tie breaker, but the neighbors pulled out some fireworks and we watched that. but we all know who won that. (hint: it was the Mo-town team lol). and you know what? the Long Island family is a hair shy from being full out guido. Jersey beats them out cuz we had more Cameros. wowzers.

here's a fun fact! we found a list of baby names that my parents were considering for me! mind you, the only reason i got what i got now was because my father heard it somewhere and thought it sounded lovely. urg. anywho, here's the list (in alphabetical order, no less. these people are crazy!):

adriana
agnella/agnolle
allegra
angelia
annuziata (say what?)
balbina (lmao)
battista
carmela
constantiza
columbine (oh dear...)
fausta
gabriella (get it? gabriele, gabriella? har har)
grazia
iniga
lunetta
maria
mona (now, why did Rebe laugh at that? haha)
ricadonna
roma (i wasn't even born in rome)
rufina
sabastiene

so yea, they were already getting to work on that one...and apparently i was lied to, cuz they always told me that they expected a boy when she was preggo with me. and...Traviata is kinda sorta my *real* middle name, but once again Tatiana sounds nicer. i got off a bit lucky though, cuz they were gonna name Gabe something else...Guido, which means 'guide'. i haven't laughed like that in quite some time. so, overall, i had a lovely time, and i'm pysched for Florida tomorrow. i hope everything goes nicely. much love to my highly Italian, guido-esque family.

i included a pic that i haven't put up yet, but it's an oldie. i had to ask Trevor to email it to me so i can put it up. it's of me in my bikini, nothing special at all. have a good one you guys.

and, in case your wondering...constantiza is my favorite. i would name my girl that, if i ebd up having one. if it's a boy though, it's between Dante and Guido. ha.

he looks like Kabuki shat on him!

2005-07-01T21:46:00.000-04:00

random quote comes from...well, the whole posse.

http://www.myspace.com/jeffreestar

leave the flames at the door,

i'll throw a smores party when i return

have a good one guys

til i see you again...

2005-07-01T20:39:00.000-04:00

gone on vacation

keeping the cells home

a much needed break indeed

til next time...

wifey...sleep on the couch tonight

2005-06-30T22:13:00.000-04:00

so.

here's my laundry list of shit things that i'm gonna vent about, because i fucking can, thank you:

-i'd rather NOT go to Florida, to be honest. i don't even know this grandfather, and i'm not too peachy on going with family members who think low of me as it is. too bad i don't have a choice. i'm leaving on saturday regardless.

-broken wrist, anyone? plus the kid's father is suing *me* for unknown reasons.

-my mother is picking at my weight again.

-Albright and i are having a fight...then again, it wouldn't matter cuz she ain't real. whatever. plus, it's making wifey take sides, and i hate to see the posse torn up because of Albright's big mouth and my short temper.

-oh, my short temper has gotten shorter in the past couple days; thus, i'm exhibiting cunt behavior, fine.

-JP ditched me. i haven't hung out with him in a while, i would like to see him, but i guess his "hot" date was more important.

-the possibility of not getting any feeling back into my left hand and arm is reeeeeally ticking me off.

-i've been thinking of shutting down this piece of shit blog for a while now. maybe that will shut everyone up for a moment.

-and finally, as of 10:24 now, my father called and told me that G-ma had a severe heart attack and is in the hospital, apparently in a coma. fan-fucking-tastic.

i just wanna be left alone, and i can never get that to happen. people keep calling, something happens, and everything in this lil world of mine goes from bad to worse in the matter of seconds. i don't even know what to think or say right now. this must be some kind of bad, twisted karma that i got hit with as a wrong target, or i dunno...something.

don't be empathetic or sympathetic. i just needed to get this out, and screaming at the walls won't do much. well, this won't do much either, but still...

i'm leaving for Long Island this saturday. don't bother calling me. i won't answer until i get back.

John Paul Pannucchi

2005-06-29T20:37:00.000-04:00

there's JP
in the shiny green
looking oh so...
guido.

he'll proudly proclaim
that title to the very end
of his funky life.
he's one of my boyyys
from across the bridge
all the way in BK.
the came to Jersey
and whispered sweet
nothings in my ear
some years ago.

i brushed him off,
laughed in his face.
he got all pissy,
as he usually does
when women turn him down.
he swore that he would
have me one day.

was it love at first sight?
hardly.
but it was a friendship
that blossomed that night
at Abyss.

nearly three years later,
we'd go to the cowboy bar
for some serious
line dancing.
he's hit on me,
get drunk,
hit on other women,
get shot down,
come back to me,
and i'll persuade him
to try again.
cuz it's funny to see.

i heart this super cool guido.

Red Victory

2005-06-28T23:16:00.000-04:00

despite it all
being committed to Wifey
being married to J. Alba
being girlfriend to Mr. Pitt
and Mr. del Toro
being the crush of Sid Sars
despite it all
i have fallen for her.

her name was mentioned
numerous times, yet...
it never clicked.
i saw her on the silver screen
XXX'ed and hanging with
groovy zombies now.
but it never clicked.
until now, of course.

i do enjoy older women
especially when they look
like her.
raven haired,
dark, seductive eyes
that hold bold sensuality
and insatiable promise.

only two inches shorter
four more tattoos than me
born in the same nation
and we both dig the fuck
outta caramel macchiatos

current wet dream girl of the moment? aria asia maria vittoria rossa argento

amerei fare l'amore lei

woo hoo! NBA draft picks!

2005-06-28T14:04:00.000-04:00

so yeah...just realized that i may have posted every pic i have on my blog before, during the Great April/May Exodus if pics from my hard drive and digital camera to the updates. therefore, i think maybe limiting the new theme to once a week should suffice. at least looking as shitty pictures of random situations will jump start my day. whether or not that jump start is a good one shall be questionable. and yes, i'll try and do a Dear Vitamin-B sometime soon, i dunno when. i've been so tired and i had to clean out my inbox and i'm not even done yet. there was a time in my life when the most emails i had-when i didn't clean it out-was at least 70-something.

all of a sudden, Hotmail tells me i have 1366 emails, and about 205 unanswered. those could be the eDiet stuff, i'm guessing. the greatest part? it all equaled about 2% of my inbox storage limit. that's kinda funny.

i'm thoroughly mad at Chance. haha. not really, but i was telling him that even after we shared a touching moment. that conversation was a bit blurry, but all i can really remember from it was my deep-fried anchovies that wifey gave me, the rain, Hulk Hogan and Sergaet Slaughter showing up on wrestling last night, and Chance's story about how he buried his pug and then hilarity ensued. i mean, it was sad, but it's was intensely funny all the same.

oh yeah...the Mook...Christ.

i'm going to peace out now. here's a pic of my caregiver from a while ago.

love at first sight indeed...i heart my wifey.

p.s. that white fuzzy foot is mine.

stay classy

a new theme? get out!

2005-06-27T11:21:00.000-04:00

indeed! got the inspiration from B-unit, who just remembered she had a blog! loser! anyway, she decided that i should do a Bad/Good theme for ~wunderland~ this week, and go back to the poetry or whatever i think of. basically, i post a pic and discuss what's good and bad about it. why? i've hit a roadblock in writing, so i figured maybe just staring at an awful pic would be ok. plus, you get to see more pics of me and various people in ackward situations! yay! a quick shout out to everyone who has wished me the best of luck with this damn crippleness. thanks!

the bad thing about this?
~i look like i'm a soon-to-be victim of pedophilia; not only does he look like he's pushing 30, i look like i'm *at least* 10. given, it was back in like...march or something, but still...
~i don't even know who the fuck he is, for that matter. no one remembers.
~i look chubby, body shape-wise. now i'm an inch taller, and resemble a stick figure. gross.
~i look just a tad demented. and i'm not even gonna talk about how he looks.
~he stole my fucking red Sharpie.
~those bedsheets are crap.
~i lost that skirt recently. or someone here stole it. or i can't find it. something.
~the lighting makes my hair look like my roots are showing.

the good thing?
~the Rams won that Superbowl.
~i didn't sleep with him, that i'm def sure of.
~i never saw that dude again.
~i'm not the only one who's drawing a blank on what happened then.
~i got tons of silver Sharpies.
~now i know where i stole the swimsuit model and Scarface posters.
~my bed looks so much better than that.
~you can tell i really lost weight. um...maybe too much, but i can gain back something.

the end! mi shell's here, i'm gonna watch some porn now.

the right handed fiend strikes again!

2005-06-26T16:39:00.000-04:00

june isn't done yet? what the fuck is this shit?

friday night was just your average, dull night in. since i'm currently handicapable, i didn't bother heading out, mostly because i was sooo frickin' tired and sore and whatnot. friday night was spent with wifey watching porn, movies, and Comedy Central, general chit chat, playing Monopoly, and just all around hanging out at the love pad. while she was gone for a moment after getting the food, i get a comforting call from James...shout out to him for telling me he's actually Crystal! gah!

later that night, she took me out for some ice cream, and i noticed something quite interesting in the sky...it was late, around 11:30 at night, and it made the trees look pitch black, the sky a dar midnight blue with some streaks of cerulean in there. i couldn't see the moon at first, but when we passed the graveyard clearing, i finally saw it low in the sky as if it were setting, and it was a rusty red color. it wasn't full either, but rather the left side was in a shadow. the whole time we drove to and from the place, i kept trying to get glimpses of it, and i only managed three times. it was gorgeous to see...that haunting beautiful type of image that also makes you wary, feel creeped out or something. regardless, as soon as i got home, i painted it and it came out exactly like i wanted it.

i always have a habit of painting something after i see it. like with the red moon, or anything i find fascinating in the sky or whatever it may be, i always have an intense urge to paint it because i don't want to lose that image in my mind or have it lost to my memory. this happens especially in dreams i have. sure, after i paint it the way it looked in my dream, it might make me ansty...cuz my dreams tend to make me antsy and creeped out, but they're still great to look at.

on that note, if i can brag about anything, it would have to be:
-my cooking
-my skills in volleyball
-my insatiable appetite in bed
-my awesome sense of humor
-my cool painting/sketching talent

but i don't brag, cuz it's in bad taste...i would mention that i'm a stud, but that would mean i'm getting a steady supply of hot ass...and i'm not. so yea, there ya go.

in other news, i won an iPod shuffle. more on that in the next update. it's too fucking hot to even look at that computer screen.

peace out

look! it's not a poem!

2005-06-26T00:14:00.000-04:00

well.
i'm in an odd situation here.

not only an i'm currently handicapped (or handicapable, whatever), carless, and still single...technically, i'm heading to Florida for the sole reason to see my grandfather. in fact, i had no clue he even existed until a month ago, so you know we're tight peoples.

i'm contemplating going back to the original red hair i had, much to a point that my roots are just about showing...and you know what? the roots are alot more red than from what i remember, not like my arm hair or the hair down...well, i shave that. it was nice having a paw print down there though, i must admit i'm such a beast with a stencil and a razor. and some wax and Nair, but whatever.

since my left wrist is fucking with me, i've been forced to type with my right hand, and i'm almost going just as fast. i'm no speed demon on the keyboard, but i can do with having to look down at it all that training* in school really paid off!
*training meaning "Super Mario Teaches Typing versions 1 and 2, and the Mavis Bacon series.

in other news, i'm looking to buy that new Eclipse. it is under $19,400, and that orange color is very fiesty and hot...or maybe i'll get another Jetta. that same graphite color, too. my word, it was such a good color. it was a good car and it was really reliable and FUCK I STILL WANT MY TRANS AM BACK!

have you heard that song "Come Get It", or something like that? by Yummy Bingham? she's not that great of a singer (hell, she sounds squeaky), but the horns in that remind me of Beyonce hit from a while ago...speaking of which, is Destiny's Child breaking up? didn't they kinda did already? idk...i really wanna sit on their faces for a while. and you know what else? that Pussycat Dolls song is officially played out, since i heard those dipshits at Z100 play it at least 12 times today. it was hot when i was the ONLY person who knew about it. but i did miss Busta, so it's not too bad, i guess...but damn, i really liked when me and like 6 other people knew that song.

s-CRY-ed is a crap show. they should bring back Reign: The Conqueror, just to piss people off. and they're making an Aeon Flux movie? i knew about this for a logn while, but it still racks my brain that Charlize Theron is gonna be Aeon...wow. yeah, raise a hand if you're *not* gonna see that!

i still have no boyfriend to call my own. yes, i have my wifey, but still...anyone wanna be my boyfriend? pweeeeease? hah... (tommy i heart youuu! lol)

and that's about it for now. i'll go back to the poetry thang Monday...it was just supposed to be Poetry Week, ya know. ah well.

til next time
stay classy

my helping hand

2005-06-24T16:54:00.000-04:00

i haven't been to work
since the accident.
they're still paying
me, which is always
a plus.

darling wifey is
writing down what
i dictate to her,
and i can point out
what needs to be done
on here.

i've upgraded from brace
to cast, and everyone's
eager to sign it.

well, i can't think of anything
else to say, so me and wifey
will go and watch porn now
and laugh at the bad acting.

byeee

2005-06-23T19:22:00.000-04:00

i look like i have no energy here...im posing with you-know-who at you-know-where. someone once said that my smiles usually have some dark, sly undertone to them. like i'm planning something. perhaps i am.

posting pictures

2005-06-23T19:09:00.000-04:00

i don't plan on
putting up any
pictures of myself,
the posse, and/or
Richie for a while.

i want to aggrivate
the shallow ones who
email me with angry
complaints that i'm
wasting my blog on
writing, when i should
rather be blasting my
mug shots instead.

i'm sorry if you feel
that way. if you need
something to rub one
out to, check out my
gallery of pictures
(even nudies!) at
tubgirl.com.

thanks again.
keep them coming.

skanky lindsey

2005-06-23T17:45:00.000-04:00

maybe it's just from
my experiences,
but every Lindsey
i have meet is
skanky or slutty,
or basically annoying.

before the accident,
i'm talking to Tanya
about how my aunt
(a plastic surgeon)
tells me that i should
consider a nose job.

"but B, why would you need that?", she asks me. "you're pretty just as you are."
i sigh, as i usually do when people say that.

just for the record,
i think of myself, on
the 'hot meter', as
decent, at best.
people tend to argue,
and i hate it, because
i think i would know best
since i had this body for
20-odd years so far.
i know my flaws and
imperfections, so i think
honest to goodness
i'm cute. decent looking.
passing.

now, here comes Lindsey
adding her two cents:

"i bet you just say that so you can hear people say it more. it's all false modesty, you just want the attention it gives."

you know what,
you fucking skank?
who the hell asked you
into the conversation?

"what are you talking about?", exclaims Tanya. "she doesn't think that she's hot at all. she doesn't even have self confidence!"

exactly!
see, people just
don't understa-

wait a sec...

a yellow accident

2005-06-23T16:15:00.000-04:00

thunder thunder thunder

it was thundering like hell
with a dash of bright bolts
that lit up the cloudy sky.
they said to go home,
in case the networks go down
the crew can be there to
fix it all up. so i left work.

rain rain rain

it wasn't raining insanely,
but heavy enough to make
me quite cautious. i was
soaked to the bone, my
hair over my eyes; on the
radio, there's a 5-car
pile up on 287, so i take
a different route home
in my new graphite Jetta.
the light's a piercing green,
to i go on my way.

yellow yellow yellow

like red, it's a bold color,
and i see it out the corner
of my window, getting
closer and closer each second.
to my surprise, it's a large
Hummer. a Hummer
(H2, maybe)
barreling at me.
in that second, it occured
to me that i have not
accomplished all that i wanted
in life. in defense, i put my hand
out to it, as if to wish it to stop.
i didn't have a chance.

flip flip flip

my little Jetta flipped
three full times
me getting all shook up
inside the metal trap.
we stopped when we
hit a pole, and tilted on
the right set of wheels, then
fell into place.

a pause.
a moment to gather myself.
nothing is absorbed, nothing is seen.
just...weightlessness in time.

a man is shouting at me,
because his grill has a Jetta dent
in it. i glanced over, then
suddenly...a beeb.

breathe breathe breathe

the airbag went off right then
stunning me
suffocating me as i claw at it.
the man-nay, a young man in his 20s-
runs with his blade and sets me free.
my face is cut, lips are busted and bruised.
i cry. at my car, at me, at him, at everything.

"boys will be boys", his father says to me
when he and the police arrive.
he looks at my wrist brace, then back at me.
"no need to press charges, right? you're still alive."

i can only stare. his son
yells at him, that he's wrong.
i have the right to do so, he tells him.
"but we can handle this like adults!", the father says.
hmm. i'll press charges regardless.
all i can do is gander at
my crumpled car and sigh,
lettign the rain wash my wounds.

Creepshow 2

2005-06-21T20:16:00.000-04:00

once again, i find
myself being the
only person
to remember this.
if you do, let me know
so i can call you
and we can share
a few laughs.

the movie is called
Creepshow 2.
i think from some
comic book, it has a
collection of stories
to scare you, like
the first installment.
i just suddenly found myself
thinking about it, about
just one story in particular.

it's called "The Raft".
i did some research.

do you remember this?
where those teenagers were
on a raft in the middle of
a lake, drugging and
fornicating like most
horror movie victims do?
and that...

um...
blob..oil monster..thingy.
that thing. it was dissolving,
or eating the people?

my God, honestly,
i saw that almost probably
15 or so years ago, and that
one thing has stuck out in my
mind. after reading something today,
that mentioned the thing and the movie
name, it clicked.

that mystery is solved.
i don't plan on seeing it again,
that blob thing scares me.

my dick!

2005-06-20T20:58:00.000-04:00

if i was a guy,
i would be a stud.
i would think about
sex all the time.

all the time.
like i already do now.

if i was a guy
telling a girl to
sit on my face
would be cool.

like i already do now.

if i was a guy,
i would drink
like a frat boy
in thirst.

like i already do now.

if i was a guy,
i would use cheesy
pick-up lines
and brag about
the size of my
italian sausage.

well, i don't do that.
my sausage is
non-existant.

but i bet it would be huge!

catholicism

2005-06-20T20:40:00.000-04:00

i'm not too
fond of this religion.
just so you know.

i was talking to a friend
of mine not too long ago
about the Church. i know
it fairly well, since i
attended private, catholic
schools from
kindergarten to 12
straight through.

the conversation reminded
me of my old religion teacher
sister peggy, aka kirby.
she's not a nun anymore,
and hasn't been for decades.
one time in class we asked
why she didn't stay one.
her answer shocked me
and it went a lil sumthin
like this:

because a woman is
part of the convent,
she can only leave it
once in her life.
no matter what the
situation is. it's a rule.

that's fine.

ex-sister peggy's
parent's died within
weeks of each other.
of course, sister peggy
wanted to go to both.
no can do.
you see, the rule
applies to all situations.

tell me,
how would you feel
if you were told to
choose which funeral
to go to? you have to
pick between your
mom or your dad,
especially if you
were close to both
the way she was to them.

preach!
honor thy mother and father!

well, ex-sister peggy
went to both. she was
tossed from the convent.
and not forgiven,
might i add.

preach! preach from Zion!
raise your trumpets!
sing songs of joy!

we shall stop the AIDS in
africa, but...no condoms allowed!

preach!
the sanctity of life!

we can't attend our school
after going into rehab
because you're a disgrace!

preach!
love the sinner, hate the sin!

my, oh my.

2005-06-20T13:56:00.000-04:00

people hate my poetry
but more love it.
they tell me i should
do just poetry on
the thingy here.

i'll consider it
my fellow readers.
i've noticed that
more people have
seen my blog cuz
of the poetry.

bah.
i dunno what to write
about. i stopped going
through several
shitty looking notebooks,
picking out what to write;
now i just write from what's
in my mind.

that flow of consciousness
type of deal. it's so much
more fun to do it like.

on a related note
my boils are gone.

muh poetry

2005-06-20T13:42:00.000-04:00

whether or not
i write "real" poetry
is an issue with some
people who like
to send hate mail
to me.

i won't name names
only because i don't
like to put people on
blast too often, but you
know who are.
even though you despise
my shit, you read it
regardless, like
brainwashed subscribers.

you say it's not the real
poetry you were taught in
school. there's no
structure, theme,
even a point. all i do
is write the...

whatchatmacallit?

"flow of consciousness" shit.

but isn't that better?
i only write my best shit
when i don't have a plan,
an outline, a given set
of rules. this isn't high school,
this ain't your english class.
i don't like to have my
thoughts confined to what
i'm told to do. if you want that
easy way out in life, do it.
godspeed to ya, cuz
we all know life isn't like
that.

but...

i'll give you a challenge.
make your own blog.
write your own poetry.
and prove me wrong.

now, go get your
pregnant, bare-foot
ass into that fucking
kitchen and make
me my dinner.
you dumb bitch.

ha.

my daddy-o

2005-06-20T13:34:00.000-04:00

sometimes i call him pappy
sometimes i call him father
sometimes i call him Big L

nonetheless, he is
Lance Leonelli.
my daddy-o.

yesterday was a time
of father/daughter bonding
which included driving his
new Ford Lightning,
sharing some beer,
watching the Spurs and Pistons
and just general chit chat.

i've always been awfully close to him
this man who thinks he's a Soprano.
hell, cut my hair, bulk me up,
and give me green eyes, and
i can look just like him.

he can be a doofus
he can be an asshole
he can be chill and mellow
but he's always my daddy.

"you gave me balloons?"
"yeah. you like 'em?"
"um...they say, "It's a Boy!". why?"
"cuz blue's your favorite color. happy father's day."

he gave me a sigh,
a head shake,
and a big old hug.

"i love ya B, even though you confuse me sometimes."

i love ya daddy-o. stay classy.

last one, i promise

2005-06-18T00:56:00.000-04:00

i write too much.
i know.
wifey wants this one done,
so i shall do so obediently.

it never occured to me
how good of a kisser
wifey is until today, in the park.
we went to see star wars again,
this time with some vodka.
we drank up in four gulps,
and peaced out in 20 minutes.
drunk, we ran to a bench
to..settle ourselves.

i had my back to her
lying in between her legs.
she had her hands
up my shirt,
down my jeans.
i had my arm
around her neck,
my other on the side
a black and mild lit.

she know my buttons.
she knows how hard to
suck on my earlobe.
she knows how many fingers
to use. wonderful.

but it's her kisses that
stick out the most to me.
rich, meaningful,
pleasing to the tongue.
smooth transitions from
small, feather-like pecks
to invigorating, deep embraces
heavy as a tongue twister.

kisses of friendship
kisses of love
kisses of a future, of a past.
lovely, lovely kisses that
gives me butterflies thinking
about them.

i never knew how good
the clicking of two
tongue piercings
sounded until today.

i heart my wifey.

sooo soooooober

2005-06-18T00:48:00.000-04:00

i'm at my wifey's house
writing poetry that sucks
oranatange tits.

did i spell that right?
who the fuck cares?
apparently i do...
i'm a shameful girl.

someone said i stink at
writing poetry. not those
exact words. something
to the effect of...

"hey, you pretentious cunt. stop writing 'poetry', cuz it's not. it's random crap jumbled together"

yeah? well...your mom.

i sober up mighty quick.
i drunk dialed Chance, but i
got his voicemail, so i think
i did the prince albert in a can
thang. south africa was a nice
fellow today. but, as usual,
i end up in the arms of a lady.

i'm still a bit tipsy,
but sober to keep my spelling
thoughts words in check.
where's that comma again?

aw poop.
:/

conversation

2005-06-18T00:32:00.000-04:00

"so, explain yourself."
"i don't think i can."
"why not? you must be able to."
"but...i don't think i can."
"try to."
hmm...

it's hard to explain
what you don't understand.
at this age, in this era,
at this precious moment
everything needs an
answer, no matter what
it may be.

we need to know
what God is
what he did in the past
why she said that
what they were thinking
how you managed to do this
how i...

no. it can't work out like that.
when i'm asked such a question
i don't answer. i don't ponder
it over. i don't "sleep on it".
what happened to just taking
things as it happens,
letting it ride the way it should?

ah well, innocence has been lost
a long time ago. time to put on
the suit and tie, time to act
like your age. time to be
an adult.

"so...explain yourself."

how about this:
explain who and what i am.
that should be interesting.

For Snugglebunny

2005-06-18T00:20:00.000-04:00

you had me at hello
when i first saw those
mesmerizing blue eyes
stare back me. from then,
it was set in stone,
what would occur.

the gentle touch of
a careful lover.
the demanding squeeze
of a uncaring hand.
i crave them both,
mixing and matching
as i would do myself.

our pleasure moves us
to unsupressed actions.
the only way to go is up,
and we're reaching
that summit
that peak.

yes
harder
faster
deeper
slower
more
don't stop

a gasp, a cry,
then...

those blue eyes
staring back at me.
searching, waiting,
wanting, even.

it's as though
i could just...
melt into your arms
into those eyes.

don't stop me.

after climax (second helping)

2005-06-17T18:20:00.000-04:00

today's
mini ecsatsy
was even better than
the last one i had,
which if i'm counting
correctly,
the 7th one.

i'm such a stud,
pumping out
orgasms like it was
clockwork.
no wonder guys do
this all the time.

two or three fingers,
as always
cuz anything pass three
would be a tight squeeze.
and lil shuffle here
and lil shuffle there
and here comes
some sweet and
salty delight.

i have a habit of licking
it up, cuz i tend to get
thirsty after such a
hard climax.
nonetheless,
i'm such a
strawberry comet.

somebody say, "pull up!!"

2005-06-17T18:15:00.000-04:00

i want to take some
time to thank the people
who have commented on my
lil bloggie here.
blar is being lazy in
updating, and people
tell me that i should do
poetry more often.
so i shall.

regardless, to the
cool people who have commented
in the last few days
(your names escape me)
thanks a billion for seeing me
as a person, not as a
blonde stereotype to
crack fairly amusing
jokes about. it's
all gravy baby.
i'm a fan of your
awesome work now.

p.s. santos is cool
;)

people really dig my poetry. cool.

2005-06-17T18:11:00.000-04:00

if i can't spell,
i'm sorry for it.
i had a pint of vodka
at the movies today
with my friend M.C.
when we went to see
Star Wars.

we stayed for 20 min,
the peaced out, but
she wanted to do some
disel, and i walked away
cuz i'm into that shit.

right now i'm awfully
tipsy and light headed
from the additional steele
that i had to drink.

my left foot hurts
because i wore the
ralph lauren sandals
and the plastic thong
strap cut into my skin
and peeled some of it off.

all in all,
it was a nice day
nonethelsss

oh me, oh my!

2005-06-16T01:27:00.000-04:00

i'd like to take a
moment of my
hetic life and
lazy lifestyle
to thank the
mysterious
phantom commentor
santos for giving me
the thumbs up in
the looks department.

i appreciate it very much
my friend. feel free to stumble
across my wunderland
whenever you wish. also,
consider making a blog of your
own so i may comment on yours
as you have done with mine.

lastly, if you may
continue to read
about my daily
musings and oddness.
it's quite lovely.
toodles.

2005-06-15T16:18:00.000-04:00

by the pricking of my thumb
something wicked this way comes...

shit, dang, fuck
all the puzzle pieces
that were so put together
are falling out of place
but what more can my
tired fingers do?

sweat, blood, tears
i poured this soul in.
this weak little heart
that will one day stop
and leave me be
to my wanted bliss.

climax, ecstasy, release
they say that the body
is a temple. maybe.
my body, in my eyes,
is what i chose to make
of it. the food, the booze,
the cocks, the powder,
the poison that feeds me.

this is the postcard
from the other side
of the acopalypse.
come, and take me
to your second eden.

there's been a death in the family! (december 4th)

2005-06-15T15:55:00.000-04:00

this lil update
is dedicated to
the one soul who
has unwittingly
taught me more things
than he is willing
to own up to and
maybe realizes.

i've yet to meet the crazed
manic, but one day fate will
allow such a thing to happen.
yet, despite that, i have
found myself bonded to
him in such a way that
he is an awesome friend
that i usually concur with.

as always, he was being
himself, and got flack
for such a deed. the
masses put the gun to
his head, and pop went
the weasel from
the buzz and blog.

don't be surprised,
don't mourn the loss.
it was bound to happen,
the warning was given to
the faint of heart, to the
weak willed. learn and live
from such an incident,
that humanity doesn't
want something outside
the box.

so this is the end of
mr. sars, but not the
mastermind behind it.

it's a sick sad world, baby.

to the devil with the innocent blue eyes
the saint with the blackened heart
the genius with the sly intentions
the maniac with the meaningful answers
twisted, yet serene
perfect, yet flawed
i admire you.

if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack
maybe you'll love me when i fade to black
7.24.04-6.15.05

allow me to reintroduce myself...

2005-06-15T15:47:00.000-04:00

and me?
human crack in the flesh
i'm the last of the best
one word to describe me?
spectacular...yes!

so stay calm shorty
when you see my palmed .40
i'll pop it slow, you'll rock n' roll
like bon jovi.

you know what the movement's like
you know how we're moving, right?
so move, cuz we're in the mood to fight

this is that get crunk music
get drunk stupid
high like space, .45 on my waist

trust no one's logic but your own...*7 year anniversary of the posse*
bustED!

2005-06-14T19:08:00.000-04:00

there i am...drunk, with my cousin's nosegay on my wrist, my digi cam not far behind, a classy necklace on my flesh from my wifey. i would love to explain myself, but why bother?

2005-06-14T00:57:00.000-04:00

phase three of the druken mistress Blair-the paranoid, panicky blonde who thinks that her friends who are located out the pic are plotting to kill her.

2005-06-12T01:46:00.000-04:00

BK Heights ain't nothing to fuck with. my mom said that i look like a tart cuz of my clothes and red lip gloss, but then she said that it looks like a D&G ad or something. true.

2005-06-12T01:43:00.000-04:00

my boobs look a tad outrageous in this pic, but i only really put it up cuz i just spotted it on my Hello thingy...and Blar is making me

2005-06-12T01:41:00.000-04:00

i just want it known right now...wifey is a fox.

hollaback girl

2005-06-11T19:07:00.000-04:00

my fave canuck
and village scholar
slash lecher ryan
mchottie asked me
what a hollaback
girl was. at the time
i had no clue, and i
think he told me
what he thought
it was, but i had to
skidaddle to walmart
to buy a new a/c.

the song came on
Hot97 today, and
i listened to the
lyrics.

i think a
hollaback girl
is a girl who,
instead of fights
verbally,
fights physically
instead...

near bleachers
or something.

she won't "holla
back", aka spit some
ill rhymes in attack
to fool out her
opponent, but rather
duke it out rock steady.

then it occured to me
that i am a
hollaback girl.

nice.

the lottery

2005-06-11T19:00:00.000-04:00

not only is
the lottery the
name of one of
my favorite short
stories ever, but it
is also the name
of the game that i
sometimes play
on occasion.

so imagine my total
surprise today, when
i checked the Jersey
Cash 5 numbers, and
i came out with
4 of them.

all i needed was that
motherfucking 11.

nonetheless,
vitamin-b is now
$611.00 richer.

bustED!

2005-06-10T19:12:00.000-04:00

being a sexy beast such as myself takes a lot of practice and diligence. however, i can only wish i was remotely sexy in any sense of the word, but i do manage to come off looking a bit cute from time to time. and that's not the ego talking! har har i crack me up

2005-06-10T19:07:00.000-04:00

i don't quite remember what we were looking at. maybe a dead body. maybe a treasure chest filled with gold. perhaps a camera...

2005-06-09T23:45:00.000-04:00

what could be happening here, you ask? maybe he's playing reporter, and i've giving my response on a startling issue. perhaps he's holding a microphone, and i think i'm mariah carey. or, he could be pretending to he holding his you know what towards my open you what. a picture is a thousand words. make up your own scenario.

2005-06-09T23:40:00.000-04:00

beaver creek is what's happening...no one wants to buy coronas anymore, but diet miller, which is not what i like. in the baaaaack, is my brother-in-law. i bought him that shirt.