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Monday, April 29, 2002

where to start??
Wow, I had an eventful weekend, it's so easy to think of things to post about when you're on the road..then you get back in front of ye olde computadora and go blank..I went to Tally and my hometown (don't tell) of Panama City, FL. this weekend...it was umm interesting. I took some hoochie beach pictures (the water was ooo beautiful by the way) so those will be up by the end of the week. My bank (First Union) loves me, and I love them. I have some kick ass uncles. College graduations are long, hot (if outdoors) and boring after the names you know are called, and when the sexy frat guys stop strutting. So when mine comes around, I'm giving everyone permission to leave early so they won't be all grumpy and so they won't lose motivation to by me stuff and take me to kick ass restaurants "on them." Tallahassee is the projects, and I'm not saying that in a bad way, just an observation. I got sunburn at my cousin's graduation and that's just not right. I mean you know how long it takes black folks to get burnt...hmmm.
I think someone professed their love to me. But I can't tell, since I'm the queen of sarcasm, I always expect the same. SO I don't even want to talk about that...makes me funny feeling, and I'm not saying if that's good or bad..just scurry. It's like ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
I need a hug. A Morris Chestnut smile, smelling like curve hug. Ok. Don't ask, Because I don't know myself. There was sooooooo much more I had ti say, but I can't remember. Oh! I took Penelope on this trip with me. That. Was. Interesting! But there was something else... a few things...I was reading the April issue of Cosmo and there was this section about ,"75 ways to Tweak up Your Sexual Encounters," or something like that, but ok, tehre was this one quote (I'm not going to post it, that's just personal) and I read it, and was like, "oh my GOSH! I DO THAT!!!!" Then I looked at the name, and it was one of my ex's names AND age they are now. So I'm like Oh SHIT!!! THAT"S mE! I MEAN< THAT"S HIM TALKING ABOUT ME! And I know it is, that's just toooooooooooooo much of a coincidence. I fell kinda special, but umm, ok. That was weird. SO go get the April Cosmo, there's a reference to me in there. Maybe I'll tell ya which one...heh heh heh. Ok, I'm getting a hand cramp, and I've had a loooooooooooong day, so It's time for bed. Hope you all had wonderful weeknds. Toodles!

.: posted by Princess Portia 1:17 AM

Thursday, April 25, 2002

"rodneys," and other very brief encounters.
I have been an absolute scrub when it comes to posting this week. Sorry about that. One of my long-time theories is once again being proven. It's the analogy where you get this bomb ass job offer, retty much accept it, then every other company you ever applied for or worked at now wants you with their corporation...and I'm not talking jobs here...dig deep. It's been one of those weeks where every guy I've had any type of association with is communicating some sort of interest. And that's scary. I'm talking way, way waaaaaaaaaaay out of the woodworks creeps Satan himself, and his gang of guys catching feelings. For example, Leroy Jenkins, the anonymous fitness professional who gets to inflict pain on me using all kinds of cardiovascular equipment 4 times a week is all of a suddenly oh-so-intrigued by yours truly. And that's just weird. I mean, my company pays this guy to make me sweat and all but...hahahaha. But I'm not feeling him like that. He's funny and not ugly and stuff, but he's not my type, and then I'll just have an excuse to not go to the gym....don't need that...this is all about dedication baby.

It's going to be a good weekend. Going to my cousin's graduation, seeing my Jville friend, so on, so forth. I think I'm allergic to a bra I just bought. Just thought I'd put that out there. I'm sick of these braids already, damn damn damn this attention span! I had something else to say, but nevermind. Oh my gosh...this lady who looked like a pug had a house w/like 77 chihuahuas and all but like 24 died from a fire in her house...I WANT ONE (or 20!) I can't wait until they convict her of cruelty to animals so they'll start selling them...I'm telling you..these dogs are addictive, like treasure trolls and beanie babies.Someting scary, I forgot to eat today after my cardio pump class during my lunch break, and my blood sugar like

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and I seriously crashed...I'm talking -------------------------- (flat line..haha). They made me eat a candybar, and made me go get a sandwich or something..that was kind of scary. I hear about that happening to other people..but never me...Ok, I'm going to sleep now...

.: posted by Princess Portia 10:41 PM

Monday, April 22, 2002

I don't get it
how one second I can be so full of words, and the next I'm like..umm "blah," will never cease to amaze me. I have a conflict between work related sports thingy/going camping and snorkeling and stuff in the Keys...I don't know which one to go with...I really want to do the corporate sportsfest, but I've never been to the keys, always wanted to go, and it's an awesome and cheap opportunity. I'm too lazy to weight the pro's and con's right now, so oh well...I'll think on that one later. I went to step class on my lunch break, so I'm hella tired, and I've already consumed my 2 gallons of water for the day, so you know where I'll be heading soon. I'm getting kind of good at taking naps, I can't wait to go home and take one today. Then maybe I'll actually get up and do something besides cook and play online card games. I've noticed that while working out lately, the only thing that's getting smaller is my ass...and that's a bad, bad thing...I don't want muscle butt, and I don't want to be, "flat booty Portia," again..that was a horrid horrid time in my life. So I don't know...but this muscle bootie thing has me paranoid. I'm sick of these braids already, my attention span has never sucked this bad, but I'm sorry...these ishes cost 150, I'm wearing them AT LEAST 2 1/2 months...I'm not a spend 150.00 a month on hair kinda girl..so the longer I keep them in, the less my monthly cost was...my way of rationalizing. Is it payday yet?? I'm still getting used to this having money in between pay days thing..it actually throws me off to go into my online banking and see a positive balance 4 days before payday...I gues I'm getting better..ok, I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open, I have to go sleep...err work.

.: posted by Princess Portia 2:34 PM

Sunday, April 21, 2002

humble
Damn my exclusivity, damn it all to err hell. When the girl who doesn't particularly fancy people actually decided that she's going to be people-friendly, always expect disaster. I tried to do the crowd thing, I tried to mingle with others than my "inner circle," but it hurtsman. Growth hurts, and I don't like it, so I'm not going to grow as a person this month and I'll stick to seclusion. Spent some time with the god baby's momma though..ya know..played with the baby shower gifts, packed up what is going to be returned/exchanged/etc. Fun, fun. fun. Have you ever noticed that the whole, "absence makes the heart grow fonder," thing is like sooo true. I've seen in applied to me, and I'm applying it. Now if my friend were local and available to be called..I would probably be all non-chalant, but since this person is all underwater and crap (???) and since voicestream has a contractual agreement with Bezzlebub (the devil...sorry I'm liking that word...scurry!) the phone isn't working. SO now that I want to talk I can't...not that I've even NOT wanted to talk, but right now I really do...actually have some important stuff to say and what not...but the option isn't available. Why am I so damned difficult? And why do I thrive on complicated situations? And WHY in the WORLD do I allow myself to pick up the phone when I'm drunk?? Oh my, Portia and her drunken voicemails...I'm infamous for those, but I don't do the funny thing and call enemies...I call people that I've traumatized in some way or another...so it's like they hear a voicemail or a call or whatever, even knowing that I'm drunk, still think that there's some genuine deep meaning behind the call. When there. so. is. not... ok..just had to put that out there...but I really need to stop doing that ish....I'm feeling poetic today, hope I don't lose my flow as soon as I sign off...that'll suck. I went to church this morning (shut up..yes I know I was drinking the night before...remember growth hurts!!!!) And he was talking about loving unconditionally..somethign that I needed to hear, because I don't hink I do that, but umm at the end he said a prayer asking God to remove and grudges/scars from people's hearts so that they could forgive and grow emotionally, rather than be hindered..that was interesting..I don't think I have that issue anymore, but hey...do ugly people know they're ugly?? I think I know where this poetic thing is coming from though...I think I got bit by a mushy mosquito, I've been feeling and stuff lately...I cried while watching amovie..haven't done that in a while...must be time for a re-up on the BC ya think???

.: posted by Princess Portia 10:20 PM

how raggedy is this???

Ok...I'm inebriated, sleepy, and hungry, at 12:22 am Sunday. Should I be posting??? Absolutely not! What if I type something that I really didn't want people to know and I forget that I posted it and it comes back to haunt me in 20012 when I run for president. Ummm good thing I don't want to be president ay? Well I actually left the house tonight. That is all on that. When I got home I was soooooooo sleepy, now I'm kind of like wide awake. But rather than post something I don't want to I'll just say this...self-control kicks ass...but so does sleep, so I'm going to go do tha tnow...

.: posted by Princess Portia 12:27 AM

Friday, April 19, 2002

mooovies

I was brave, I tried another Boost flavor besides strawberry. The chocolate mocha isn't bad, but I'm not really a chocolate person right now so umm ok. It's official, my body one requires 7 hours of sleep to feel rested. I got an email from my personal trainer today, basically calling me a scrub for not going down there to the gym the past 2 days, but hey...I didn't say, "ooh let's have a week full of meetings about pointless stuff." I wish the gym was open on weekends, but it's not, so I've been declared a gym scrub (tm Mr. Gym Man) by my PT. It's Friday, like you didn't know, and I have a hella hectic Saturday. Running tests in the a.m. at work until noon, doing someone's hair for their prom from 12:15-1ish, going to my god babies mommas Baby Shower (highlight of the day) from 2 until...so yeah..I'll be on the run tomorrow. Ironically, I stepped away from this for like5 minutes to go actually work for a sec, and now I'm sleepy...wasn't I just talking about only needing 7 hours of sleep..hold on..let me look up to the top of this post.....
yaeh I did. So blah blah blah fishcakes, I got one of my carbage cd's 500 more to go...happy friday.

.: posted by Princess Portia 2:47 PM

Thursday, April 18, 2002

oh joy
wow, it's Thursday already...and I've done like nothing productive in my apartment..I really think I'm investing too much time into my job...geez..you would think they pay me or something. Umm...I have more pictures to put on here, but I'm lazy and my computer still has the Austin Powers (pshychadelic colors) Syndrome. Speaking of which, when is the next Austin Powers coming out? I'm afraid that I won't be as easily amused by this was as I was by the last two. Penelope ran away twice this morning...I don't even want to talk about it...I need to stop taking it personally..I mean..she's a dog. I guess I need to take her for more walks, but she's so small she starts panting like she just finished the Boston marathon by the time we get from my door to the sidewalk. (that's 7 steps forward, mind you). I still don't know what I'm doing tonight...sadly I still don't feel like being bothered by any man-whores, so I'll probably take myself on a date, you know....whisper sweet nothings in my ears....enough of that.
Today's snacks are baby carrots, salt free pretzels, apple sauce (mango peach) and some other crap.
Oh! Don't ever..ever ever ever drink a boost and eat a banana..anything for that matter, for like 30minutes you'll feel just wrong...ok, back to work I go...(ha!)

.: posted by Princess Portia 2:23 PM

Wednesday, April 17, 2002

ummm
meetings where everything that is being discussed is stuff you already know suck...having your intelligence insulted sucks...getting paid double time 1/2 to work 4 hours on a saturday to run tests on software kicks ass...decorating kicks booty too..and sparkling white grape juice with gin kicks ass on weeknights...ha @ the last one...I can't type much because Penelope is asleep on my left arm/hand, and my arthiritis is kicking in...or something like that...this 1 hand thing sucks...that sounds dirty. I have to do something recreational tomorrow night after I swing by Shelias to cook for her dinner party...fun, fun, fun! nite nite

.: posted by Princess Portia 9:45 PM

Tuesday, April 16, 2002

New look...same great taste!
I'm thinking about doing another page on my site with these colors...I likey... this new random pic is from friday at the PajamaParty..I had this little white sticker on my head, and my funkdefied scarf, so I was looking quite the miss cleo. I'm so hungry, and I'm still feening for some garlic wings, I think that's what I'm having for lunch..yay for the Listerine Pocket Packs one 1.69 for a pack of 24 at your local grocer..there's my plug for the day...I have something to say, but I'll tell ya later...

.: posted by Princess Portia 10:50 AM

Monday, April 15, 2002

the joys of voicemail

"welcome to your voicemail service, you have 2 new messages." So what if the first one was a reminder message I sent myself...the second one was a delightful treat for 6:46 in the morning. Ok, that is all about that. A girl's gotta have some "business." (oh look..now it really sounds important) haha..i'll never tell!

Well it's Monday,and I'm happy. Whya m I happy on a Monday you ask? Well...my debit card finally came, the day went fast, I signed up for "Corporate Sportsfest" at work, so I get to go to Storman's Palace and get drunk with co-workers and my pt. Fuuun. Big. Fun. i want the Shakira CD. Don't laugh. Also, I need all of the Garbage Cd's. Not like trash..like Shirley Manson...I always liked thier music, but never bought a cd.So now I shall. I was going to wash my car..I mean, I haven't washed it since the time before the last time my friend from J-Ville was here...and that was more than a month ago. But it's been raining, and the inside is clean..so nah. I don't know what I'm doing after work today. Well after leaving the gym at work. I want some garlic wings..but I'm trying to cut back because though it's good for your heart..I think I'm going to start sweating garlic..and that so won't mix well with my Love Spell purple yummy juice stuff. Damnnnnnnnnnn I have a meeting at 7:45 a.m tomorrow..I need a reminder email..someone, anyone. PUHLEEEZ I think I sent myself a reminder message, but I can never be sure. Hmmm. Ok, time to go to the gym..toodles!

.: posted by Princess Portia 5:29 PM

Sunday, April 14, 2002

barbecue, italian sausage, and puerto rico
Grilled italian sausage...kicks ass..only if it's the spicy kind though
puerto rico..one of my favorite people is there right now..wish I was

Happy sunday. My weekend sucked just a little bit. I had to order a new debit card, it was supposed to come friday, but it didn't, and I'm out of checks..so I was just screwed from all angles..couldn't get to my money. I had a couple of recreational opportunities...but I really don't care to be bothered by everyone. I think I need to leave Tampa. Like yesterday. The pj party I went to Friday was hella fun...we actually played games...games I'll have to play again...I need a mirrored closet...for one of the games, that is. Ok, I'm now going through an applesauce phase. Motts fruistations strawberry and mango peach yummy. You would think that I get paid to advertise for these people. Ooh..what else do I like..I'm still drinking boost...only strawberry though..I'm scared to venture over to another flavor. I mean..it's in a metal can...that can be intimidated...umm..ok. I haven't been drinking any tea the past week because Iw ork out on my lunch break, and I don't want to get all cramp fron drinking too much. I'm also loving pudding again (frozen) and of course my hot garlic buffalo wings with ranch dressing. Ok, enough about food. Nothing interesting happened Saturday..oh! I took a nap (thrilling) and I had a weird dream about an old manwhore...and get this..I go up to Eckerd to drop off some film and BAM! Who is in the parking lot? What's scary is ol'boy doesn't even live on this side of town..I don't think..it was scary though...I'm talking like 45 minutes after the dreamm..whoa. Quicl question..you know how Burger king has the new chicken whopper, and they say if you cluck you get $.40 off? What if you just ask and don't cluck?? Last I checked BK is a production environment, and waiting for someone to cluck properly in the drive-thru could slow down production right?? Ok, just checking. Well I knoew posting this owul dmake me sleepy...nitey nite. GO buy me stuff

.: posted by Princess Portia 10:16 PM

Thursday, April 11, 2002

Portia Hollow

I sat here like 15 minutes debating whether/not it was ok to have a title that sounds like sleepy hollow..I swear when I thought of, "portia hollow," I wasn't thinking about the Sleepy Hollow incident..it just made sense for what I'm talking about

ok...I know people are like, what is she talking about? Well you know what, when I figure it out, I'll let you know.
But basically, I'm just feeling kind of empty today...not horny, that was Tuesday, just empty. Not necessarily bad empty, just not full. I think I need a hug. But I don't want a hug with a side of penis so I'm not going to persue a hug. You know it's really important to have a friend that's a good hug. Not a get tha booty hug, or a phony , "I would like to thank the academy," award, but just a good, solid, I care, but not like that hug. That's what I need. But at the same time, I'm feeling only selectively social. I wish i could like people more. (Damn, I all of a suddenly feel like this post is about to get deep..uh oh.) But yeah, I'm a very, "exclusive," person (tm Keno). You remember in chemistry when you learned about positive and negative neutrons circling around the nucleus? Well, I'm the nucleus, and people can circle around, but they're not going to get that close. Here's a better analogy:

ok, we've all seen some kind of footage of a sperm peetrating/fertilizing an egg...you know how it's like lot's and lot's of sperm (we'll call them man-whore secretion bugs..ha) racing to get inside of that little fluffy thing (is it fluffy? I'm thinking about that movie Look Who's Talking) but only one man whore secretion bug gets in...that's me..the thing they're trying to get inside.. WHOAAAAAAAAA. That.Is.Not.What.I.Meant. Inside=close to me, in my,"inner circle."
Well from expereince (yeah I've lived a little) I pretty much know the method to my madness in dealing with people. I used to be the type that had my guard up when it comes to love and relationship, but thanks to some "great teachers," I've learned that it's such a waste to hold back and evaluate. Because you can evaluate all you want, but if you're destined to learn (read:get hurt), it's going to happen either way.So why not leap into love? Love hard. Cry hard. Smile hard. Play hard. Scrump hard (if that's how you like it..sorry this was getting too serious for me!) and just live your life. I can't say live your life with no regrets because there will always be a temporary moment of regret when something bad happens, but seriously, no lie, when you look back, you'll find something to smile about. Even if you're smiling through your tears. God didn't just create our flesh with the ability to heal, our spirit, heart, and soul can be healed as well. You don't walk around with knee pads on because you don't want to get a scrape. Don't do that in relationships either...the emotional bumps, bruises, and scrapes WILL EVENTUALLY HEAL.
Now if I can just apply that to my friendships...

Damn, I still have stuff to say! Where is this coming from?? Ok, really I know. Unfortunately (sometimes it's unfortunate). I was blessed with a pretty good memory, especially significant stuff, when I'm 90 I'll still be able to tell people when where what date and what time I had sex for the first time. How do I always manage to mention sex? Even when I don't mention it I mention it. Oh well...my entire posts aren't dirty..I'd hate to see someone trying to choke it to one of my posts...can you say, "erection retreat?" Ummmmmm. Stop. It. Now. I only have to work a half day tomorrow, which is why I'm still awake. I love my job this week. I love me. I love my family. I love my dog. I love my very few friends. I love life.

WHY is this sounding like an O magazine? Ok..I think I'm finished..I'll just supress the rest of my thoughts until another time, this post should hold me over for the weekend. Ok, go buy me stuff Nite nite!

.: posted by Princess Portia 11:42 PM

Wednesday, April 10, 2002

UGHHHHHHHHHH
Warning: I'm feeling quite pissy. so this might not be the most entertaining post.
Brown nosers and ass kissers make me sick when they'er obvious with it. I mean, yeah, I kiss ass at work. In a very un-obvious way. And only to those that can actually have some direct benefit to my career..umm job. (This shit is just to pay my bills while I'm in school..preparing for a REAL CAREER.) So I guess that rather than be annoyed and nauseated by these assheads that hae stupid brow-nosing techniques, I should pity them. I mean...this is their life...what they might get promoted like 2 more lovels, peak at maybe 45/50 a year..but they're all like in their 30's now, they've already reached their, "when I grow up," point, and look, they're working with a freaking 19 year old thats JUST GETTING STARTED. Basically, what has prompted this annoyance is some very silly work-related tactics I see around me.
1. Holidays: don't just give your boss a card, it's obvious, and if they don't like you, it won't make them like you more! The smart way to do it, (is the way I did) We'l use my easter method as an example. I made littel easter bags for EVERYONE ON THE TEAM. Everyone in management got a basket instead of a bag, so it wasnt' so obvious, and I seemed like a caring team, player. Well to be honest, I did actually do it "just because." that's how you play the game.

2. Meetings/Ideas/Conversations: It is not necessary to pretend to be interested in everything your boss appears to be interested in. If she says she likes Chinese Food, eating fried rice at your desk every day only makes you look like a fool. If every day to work you wear some faded ass now grey, used to be black or blue khaki pants, don't come to a meeting (if it's a laid back kind of meeting) in a 3 piece suit. It's so obvious and you look like an asshead Also, unless your boss is Chris tucker, Eddie Griffin, Chris Rock, or someone similiar, EVERYTHING YOUR BOSS SAYS IS NOT FUNNY! so STOP LAUGHING!

ok, I think that's all. I don't really like people today. I don't like work today. I want to go home and eat pudding and go to sleep on these uncomfortable ass braids. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

.: posted by Princess Portia 11:13 AM

Tuesday, April 09, 2002

Tuesday, no news day
Nothing has happened. I'm out of granola bars, I'm not sore, my hair only hurst a little bit...I'm pretty mellow. Bored, but mellow. Damn...I just broke a toe nail. Please don't ask how, and please don't point out to me that I'm at work while making this discovery. ewww. feeet. Oh, for the ladies, a tid bit of knowledge I discovered about a year ago, and thanks to a sweet pea I was so kindly reminded today.

Don't ever get in a relationship with a guy that is about to turn 21. They're just weird. And stupid. And wrong. And ignorant. And no matter how sweet and giving, and loving, and blah blah blah mushy cakes they were before their birthday, it's proven that within minutes days hours (max is a month) they will turn garbage on you. SERIOUSLY. So if you meet a guy, and he's 19, get out of there at least 5 months before he turns 20. And if he's 20, just run in the opposite direction. Point. Blank Period.


I'm telling you...it's true...that is all..the red robin has landed in the nest...over and out..copy..affirmative...heehee

.: posted by Princess Portia 4:46 PM

Monday, April 08, 2002

Step n' Sculpt
Whewww that class kicked my arse...in a good way. Just in case you were interested. It's Monday, my work day is halfway over, I got my "work out" on, I ate lunch, I drank a lot of water, and had some plain boring applesauce...now that's exciting.

I feel bad for kind of just stopping mid production on my web page..I need to become re-inspired. I still need a video card, and I think I'll add some more memory to my computer just for fun. I need more pictures and stuff at my desk.other than of my dog, all my male friends are hotties, but I don't have any pics of me with them...so that wouldn't look right. Congratulations on surviving through the most un-interesting post I've ever writte. I think I'm going to call White Housw (the apple sauce people) to complain about this apple sauce...it really sucks. Oh! Something that's good:
Nature Valley trail Mix (fruit and nut) granola bars...ok, that is all, have a fantabulous day dearies


*I miss spell check! *

.: posted by Princess Portia 1:42 PM

Sunday, April 07, 2002

oh! I almost forgot...
Wisdom is knowledge applied...I'm ready to apply my knowledge (for recreational purposes..heehee)
Don't ask...someone will understand that...

.: posted by Princess Portia 10:14 PM

my hair hurts
I finally got my hair braided again...it looks just like it ddid last time (see.. I can be consistent!) So if you look at teh pics on my pics page you'll know what itlooks like until I put some new pics up..which I really need to do. So yeah, my head hurts and I'll probably catch a cold from all of this exposed scalp. I had some serious tire drama (again) this weekend. As I was getting off I-75 on my way home at around 2 on Friday night I hear that weird sound, smell burnt rubber, and feel my car being retarded. Now this tire wasn't just out of air..it had a hole you coul dput your fist in in it...so me having a very feminine and sensitive moment..I pull over to the side of the road and bust out crying every time a car passes by without asking me if I'm ok. Why was I just standing there you ask? Well like 2 weeks before I had given my spare to a friend who had 2 flat tires and was in a bad place financially and emotionally...yeah I have my nice moments. So here I am with no cell phone, (it's at home) no spare, and no pay phone for miles, finally someone stops (thanks Chris and Jeff from Colorado! enjoy Tampa!) and gives me a ride home so I can getmy phone and call my motor club. SO I had Cavi towed to my house, then the next day I had to borrow someoen's donut and put it on my car, then drive and get a new tire....ok, I have a declaration..tires are of the devil....they suck..except for that they make it easier to get around. What was I doing while gas was rising to $1.42 fro regular and $1.62 for super mega ultra...damn! I need a carpool or a man whore just to meet my chauffering needs....Happy almost monday..Iron Chef is on, and I have to fold clothes (yeah, I actually did laundry!). Tata for now!

.: posted by Princess Portia 10:12 PM

Thursday, April 04, 2002

why you shouldn't save emails
When like years later you run into some emails that were sweet as hell at the time, but make you nauseaous when you read them "after the drama dust has settled." Excuse me while I lose my lunch..err...dinner...nostalgia sucks sometimes, people suck sometimes. Can you tell this is a mood swing type moment? Grrr.

.: posted by Princess Portia 11:07 PM

just thought I would add that sometimes I can't publish my random thoughts because i'm using the free service, if you would like to donate for me to use the pay service (35 a year) email me so we can set something up...thanks!

.: posted by Princess Portia 1:59 PM

the gym and flirting and all other kinds of sweaty stuff
I must have a "flirt with me please" sign on my forehead. I'm wondering where there was room for it though, next to the, "dirty old men, please harass me," tattoo. Hmmm. But yeah, I joined the gym at my job a few weeks back and thee's this one personal trainer, we'll call him "Leeroy" for my entertainment...HE seems pretty young, maybe about 24, so I'm assuming it's the fact that where I work most of the people in the gym (in the companya ctually) are middle-aged and blech, so when he see's 19 y/o Miss Portia prancing into his "Cardio Funk and Pump" (ok, so it's two seperate classes, cardio funk and cardio pump, but it's funnier that way!) and I can actually do the stretches and not have a heart attack mid-workout, he's like hmmm. So he's taken to harrasing me every Tuesday-Friday when I go to the "wellness center." And I mean, he's not ugly, he smells damn good to be in a gym 8 hours a day, and he's funny. But we all know that Portia's (yes it's 3rd person day!) not looking for another man-whore. And all I need is some work scrumpage drama to use as an excuse to not go to the gym...wait..that might not be a bad idea..noooo, be disciplined, stay focused....

OK.

But yeah, and now in my department we actually have some non 30/40 year old guys that aren't ugly...but like I said, I don't need another man-whore..But they've both been giving me, "the look." Heehee. Not that anyone is interested, but I really need to do laundry. I have enough clothes to go three months without repeating, (I'm talking now 16 pair of black pants...see where I'm going with this?) Umm I typed that laundry thing like an hour ago, I forgot where Iw as going with that. But hey, buy me something off my wishlist and I'll call you and you can take me out to dinner..I'm serious. Payce.

.: posted by Princess Portia 1:43 PM

Tuesday, April 02, 2002

ummmm

Ok, I'm tring to wean (ween?) myself from Comic Sans, so after this week..no more baby. Hey! I'm staying in Tampa this weekend. That's frightening. I forgot what this city looks like on Saturdays. Hmm. APril Fools day needs to be extended throughout the entire month. I got a few people. Called an Ex and professed my love and the urgent need to see him...to touch him...to have him inside of me..
HA!
And yep...
you got it....
I never showed up. Big fun. April Fools day kicks arse.

Ok, enough about my cruelty to animals....that is all