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Friday, August 30, 2002

one big fat yawn
{Chandler Bing voice}Could I BE any more exhausted?{/Chandler Bing voice}

This week seriously kicked my butt. First week of classes (8 a.m. classes at that!) And the days I don't have a.m. classes, I still had to be to work by 7:30, not to mention night classes that don't end until 9 p.m. My weekend is already, "chock full of excitement," so I really won't be able to sleep until Sunday afternoon. I'll probably sleep Labor Day away. You know, I love holidays on which I don't have to work but still get paid, but at the same time, if it weren't for this freaking "holiday," I would get my, "net check," back sooner. Oh no, now I have to wait another 24 hours. No-mail holidays suck. But no-work holidays are awesome. Hmm...I'm torn. I came to work looking like a straight "grunge," chick. Baggy behind green/khaki pants, a USF shirt, and some bag lady hippie chick hat. Did I mention that I have school spirit this year? I miss wearing ribbons and painting my body in school colors. Ok, moving right along.
Seriously though...I'm going to pass out in the middle of the day. I have absolutely no energy. I fee like I ran the Boston marathon or something...yeah it's that bad. Last night I was up until 2 doing this girl's hair for her senior pictures....my good deed for the month. oh! I came home and had a love note from my friend whose getting married in May. No one leaves me sweet notes of appreciation on my door. She made my day.
There was something else I wanted to say, but I have to save my energy to try to make it through this day. Happy Friday.

.: posted by Princess Portia 9:09 AM

Wednesday, August 28, 2002

you would think so

You know, it may seem like a lot of really crappy things are happening to me...wisdom teeth, car accidents, and etc. But really, life is pretty wonderful right now. I'm still mean as ever, but I'm happy. Are there any cell phone companies that offer call block? That's the only pro to home phones. But then, home phone numbers are T.M.I. Did you know this weekend is "Labor Day Weekend?" Umm I didn't until like... very, very, recently. So I think I might head to the beach. Really I would rather go to O and go shopping. But the beach could come in handy too. You know, since I avoided the sun (intentionally) all summer, why not go in 95 degree weather and catch-up with everyone else that's working towards melanoma? I don't have a color complex, but I like my pretzel complexion.

So school is ok so far. I have one big jolly professor who doesn't give tests and says that bringing snacks to class is mandatory...that's wonderful. Though I don't really like cookies or candy, so I'll be busting out with the KFC bucket to pass around. [don't you dare call me ghetto!]

I'm so sleepy. I'm still not used to waking up at 6 a.m. I haven't done that since like umm never. Maybe in elementary school. Speaking of which, I need to go visit my music teacher Mrs. Zeagle. Get this, she still has pictures of me from when I was in the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade on her desk and on her walls. Wow. That makes me feel really old. I haven't gone to see her in like 2 years though. Does that make me a nerd because I go visit my old teachers? Shut up. That was a rhetorical question. I can't really make any predictions about this semester, but I know this: if you think I'm inconsistent with making posts now, wait until papers start becoming due. Ooh! Check the wishlist for a new very, very, very, very, hella important book I need like, yesterday. I might even send you a thank you card or give you a thank you call if you buy it for me. Ha! Listen to me...I'm so silly.

But for real, go buy me stuff

.: posted by Princess Portia 12:26 PM

Tuesday, August 27, 2002

whip it...whiplash it good

So I got rear-ended (that sounds so dirty!) on my way to school this morning. Cavi's o.k., I'm ok, of course my neck hurts, but I hope that passes. I even felt weird telling the Claims chick that my neck hurt, it sounds so common. But hey, I learned something today...underneath the black, my rubber bumper or whatever it is is blue...oh so interesting.
Let's see what else? Oh! I was actually going to take an, "Issues in Femism," class (I needed something to fill the slot) but it was canceled...so I had to haul butt (sore neck and all) over to the library and find another class...so now I'm taking a Shakespeare class. Now don't get me wrong, I love me some Shakespeare, but the book is $80.00 new, and they're out of used ones. What's worse, the first reading she assigned us ISN'T EVEN IN THE BOOK!!!! So yeah, I'm slightly perturbed, and it's raininy, and I'm hungry, and they changed my school email addy that I never used but I remembed....all this learning and memorizing crap..you would think I was in school or something!

.: posted by Princess Portia 11:31 AM

Friday, August 23, 2002

the span...or lack thereof

I hate when I plan to make a post at work, then get caught up in working hard at not working. Oh well, it's all rice and gravy. I am absolutely exhausted today. I received a call from the Devil's ex girlfriend/son's mother/newest member of the "He's the devil," club, the the devil has left Tampa and gone back to Michigan to the wife that I never knew about...ha. Really though, this info could have waited until the sun came up, but so I had to wake up and comfort old girl, and once I was wide awake, she was ok, so the convo was terminted, but I couldn't go back to sleep. SO I tried to call Verizon again. They hooked me up with lots of stuff, but I've had my free stuff for a week and cant get on, and it's not me, it's them. And their hold time is worse that ummm...I don't know, some other company with a long hold time.
You know, there are people who supposedly are all aware of who I am, and what I'm about, but they continually do the things that annoy me more that anything. And that annoys me. I was wondering, if you have an annoying voice, do you now it or because you don't hear yourself how others do, do you have no clue. When I was little I used to record entire tapes of myself just talking (I had a radio show) And it always shounded completely different to me that when I just hear myself talk un-recorded. Hmmm. On a similiar note, do ugly people knwo they're ugly? Do idiots think they're intelligent? Hmm...

.: posted by Princess Portia 9:54 AM

Wednesday, August 21, 2002

"that's not very (enter organization or group) like"

Let's take a moment to discuss something....

Anyone that's read anything on my page should be able to grasp the concept that on this page I only represent myself. No organizations, churches, sororities, ethnic groups, foundations, charitites, or anything. I am only Portia. My strengths and weaknesses are all bundled into one medium sized 5'9 1/2 package. Every so I often I offer up pieces of myself, in the form of my random thoughts, and random lists. Judge me all you want. If I cared what people thought, would I post half of those funkedified pics on here??? Or say half of the retarded things I say??? Wouldn't I use spell-check more??? Umm think about things like that before you send me comments. Let's use...ummm...my job for an example. You will never, ever, ever hear me use my company's name on here, for the sole fact that if someone gets offended by something I say, and I was using my companie's name, that could cost me drama in the workplace. Duuuuuuh. Same goes for all otehr aspects of my life. If I don't mention something/someone/some organization, you can't judge my words in comparison to them.
Speaking of words. THAT IS ALL THESE ARE! What kind of idiot takes anything that they read on the web with anything but a grain of salt unless they see it come into fruition? Umm...exactly. Another thing,if you are notr well versed in WRITTEN sarcasm, and are not cabaple of recognizing it, don't read my freaking page. If you don't know me well enough to be able to tell when I'm joking or serious, there's probably a reason. Let this decree be written in stone:

NotTheCar's world is solely a recreational activity created for the owner's entertainment purposes, and does not represent or support any public or private groups or organizations. If you happen to read something on there, and find it entertaining, fine. That's great...super...fantastic even. However, the creator of this web site could care less, and only updates this site for her own personal entertainment. Thank you for visiting.

That's sad that I had to go so far as to add that mess to the front page, but then, that's just how it is.

On a completely different note:
Well first of all, wow that's a lot of posting in one day. I guess I'm making up for that "oh so excruciating," break I took for the thizoughts. Have you ever been really nice to someone whose presence actually nauseated you? Poor Tiffany is/was in that predicament. A few months ago she encountered this dude that didn't get a single check on the, "basic requirements," checklist. But she befriended him anyhoo, you know,a pro-bono case. Now I would have to listen to her dy-heave on the phone when she called me to replay encounters with him. What's funny though, is that she would sound so disgusted by him, like she got the cooties, and never even was really in his space bubble. She made sure that it was clear from the beginning that that route would not be traveled. I don't even think she huggede him! How she got away with that, since she's generally an affectionate person towrds her friends, yo no se. For Tiffany's sake, since she was kind of enough to give me permission to recount this tale, I must clarify the the disgust with this person was not solely based on appearance. Moreso, it was the spe...or lack thereof. According to Tiffany, he was just really passive and weak in places in life that she wants a man to be strong in. I'd always ask her, "well then why do you even hang out with him?" And her response would always be something along the lines of, "well, everyone needs friends." Ha. Ok, there was a funny moral/point/ed to this story, but I completely forgot. Work drama can be so distracting. They're lucky they pay me...

.: posted by Princess Portia 2:51 PM

tylenol 3...you're the greatest

So I wake up feeling all wonderful and pain-free, not feeling like I just had a tooth extracted, all thanks to good ol' Tylenol 3 and ibuprofen 800's. I'm still a little tired, but hey, I can eat today, so it's all good. My mouth hurts when I

If one more person calls me 10 minutes before my alarm goes off, I'm going to seriously start going off. That is the worst thing in the world. Well, one of them...it's just so much better when you can wake up at your own pace. That's why I'm going to start going to bed at newscaster's hours...I'm talking 9:00 p.m. After American Idol is finished. But then when the new season of Real World starts, I'll have to stay up for that as well. Oh well...

You know, I might have a houseguest this weekend...Jacksonville is back from Under the Sea, so he has to come see the new digs. It's that whole absence makes the heart grow fonder thing. When you don't really communicate with someone for 4 months or so, they're wonderful. Or at least that's how it works for me.
Heh, my supervisor and I were just talking about this chick at work that is having car drama and almost bought a low grade Mitsubishi for $360 or so a month...and my supervisor was like, "well she's young...you're young..." and I was like, "but sweetheart, my payments are a hundred and something less," and she was like, "but Portia, you're different, you're not like most girls your age, you're well put together, umm mentally and stuff." So I think that was a compliment. I mean, people always tell me I'm "special," but I usually assume they mean weird. It's nice when your "superiors," notice your efforts, not just at work, but throughout your life. Ha. The joys of being Me. Umm whatever.

.: posted by Princess Portia 9:00 AM

Tuesday, August 20, 2002

one down, 3 to go

So the lovely Dr. Y hooked me up this morning. He took out my upper left wisdom tooth. (Tooth #16 for you "edumacated folks") And so, I can't talk. And I hurt. And I'm high off of Tylenol 3...One wasn't cutting it..so I graduated to 1 1/2. And I'm hungry. And I'm going to cry. And I"m at work. Why in the world am I at work??? I really want to go home. I really need tog o home. I should have had a big behind breakfast of like catfish and grits or something before I went to the dentist. Water isn't cuttin git, and broth would just make me mad. The Dental assistant said I could eat as soon as I felt up to it..hmmph, they failed to mention the fact that I wouldn't. I'm mad it took 10 shots to get me numb...I don't know where I would have developed a high tolerance from. But those shots are whats hurting now...my gums are all tenderish. Oh, and I'm feeling not too nice. I have this sudden urge to bitch slap the next person that comes to my desk and asks me a question that can't be answered by a head nod. Grrr. I thought this would be a long post since I haveso much I want to say, but I've been banned from speaking, but my vision is blurred and my hands feel all tinglyish. This gauze is nasty too. So far, the only highlight of today is that I got to keep my tooth. Too bad I hung the tooth fairy from my ceiling fan..no scrillaz for me, oh well, it's cool to look at. I'll make a centerpiece out of it and put it on my coffee table next to the candy dish...you know, a "conversation piece. Umm yeah. Have a less painful day than I, toodles.

.: posted by Princess Portia 1:25 PM

Monday, August 19, 2002

Ow!
Ok, so since apparently if I don't put something in my thoughts, it didn't really happen:

My wisdom teeth are kicking my behind. I am in pain. I am evil. Talking isn't fun when everytime your mouth moves you feel like 46 wasps are stinging your gums, and 24 ants have crawled up in the root of your molars and are biting away. It hurts. It sucks. I mean, the pain I can tolerate 9as long as the pills keep poppin!) It's just the thought that if I have to wait too long to get these pulled, my teet will start moving and getting crooked. And you think I'm pissed now? Woohoo...Iw ould NOT be fun to be around with crooked teeth!

Is that a good enough excuse for my extreme anti-socialness? If not, whatever. Ok, so seriously, last Thursday-today has been ok, I've just been chillin on the painkillers and trying to suffer through this crap while my dentist is MIA. When I see Dr. "Y" (that's really what I cann him, because Yamaguchinakasawason is kind of hard to say when he has hs hands in your mouth). I have this new, razy schedule at work..I had to do it for school, which starts next Monday...oh joy...back to the traffic nazi's, long winded proffesors with links to terrorists (we have had a few at USF), and blah, blah, blah.
I like to assume that most people that read my thought or any of my web based profile have at least a basic grasp of what type of person I am, and how to approach me... Excessive persistance is very much a turn off. I guess most girls are flattered by it, but it freaks me out. The first thing it makes me ask is, "why are they so anxious/eager/persistant/insistant??" It's definately a crimson flag. Would it be too dramatic to say it makes me nauseaous?? I mean, don't get me wrong, being persued is a wonderfully entertaining, time passing thing. But don't be pitiful. I hate that.

Ooh! The other day the Lovely Tiffany and I were having a discussion regarding the silly things boys (I mean men, but boys just sounds so much more demeaning!) do that show they're insecure/intimidated around us. One of these things I couldn't let pass without mentioning it in a post... Let me giev you a little background.

Tiffany and I are both attractive, intelligent, interesting ladies (this is the general consensus, not just "self proclaimed greatness"). And sadly we tend to attract guys that are definately eye candy, but later revealed to be not so capable of the mental stimulation. This is usually discovered in the middle of one of the, "getting to know you," covnersations when an exchange occurs like the following:


Portia or Tiffany: "So, how was your day?"

Potential Man-Whore: "It was mediocre. The superflous weather masticated the capitulation of my car, but only after 4:00, because in the anterior postulation, it was exceptional."

What the hell? No joke, we encounter this crap all the time. I'm talking mis-usage and all. And it can't just be us! I mean, yes you should put on the charm when trying to gain someone's interest, but really now...just be you. If that's really how you talk, (with the exception of the mis-use of words), that's one thing. But it is soooooooo obvious. Come on now, don't talk to me in MLA research papaer format if that's not how you would talk to your best friend...isilly, silly boy! Ok, enough of that rant.

Let's see, while I'm playing catch-up..is there anything else? Oh yeah, the next non-booty call, (that will never be a booty call) (do I even have booty calls???) that calls me at 3:42 in the morning (club dismissal time!) talking about, "Can I come see you?" And I'm like "bitch I'm asleep," (I'm not too cordial when u wake me up for nonsense), adn they're like, "I'll come sleep next to you," and I'm like, "my dog is covering that territory just fine," will be shot. Run on sentence much? But seriously, that mess is not cool. Nothing in my actions/words should lead ANYONE to think that it's cool to try to BC me. As I've told many before...I'm too cute for botty calls :op (shut up beanie!).

Ok, blah, blah, blah...go to work or something...I'm spent.
Wait! HAve I mentioned the fact that I still have not seen AP3??? What's wrong with me??? Oh yeah, nevevrmind.

.: posted by Princess Portia 1:43 PM

Wednesday, August 14, 2002

say wha?

American Idol needs to hurry the hell on.

Question of the day:

Say you find yourself wanting something, you get it, have your way with it, but now you don't want it anymore but you're having a hard time getting rid of it because "it" seems to know you previously were very interested in it, and seems to for some strange reason still think so...you know, not realizing that its served its purpose and can go away...how do you get rid of it without being evil???


That little fans skit was cute oon AI..only because Justin showed arms and abs. Yum. OMG the top 10 idols are coming to tampa october 23...if it's less than 20 dollars, I'm there man. Ok, end the groupie moment. Wait, no...aww pretty smile sweet booty suspect R.J. got voted off. That was supposed to be the phoenix..err nikki mickibbon. Oh well, she knows she's gone next week...ok, now I'm finished.

Back to me...me, me, me, me ,me!
Ok, I just lost my train of thought. Speak of the devil. (That's how that expression goes right?)

.: posted by Princess Portia 10:12 PM

Tuesday, August 13, 2002

the green contacts
Take them off, they don't go well with your compelxion. American Idol was interesting tonight..umm as usual man. I think Nikki McKibbon threw her performance, she must want to go home or something...she's never sounded that weak. So this week it's her going home, next week R.J... and I don't want to think about after that...too close. Ok, some hella uncomfortable ish. Leroy Jenkins...doesn't no phone calls for 2 weeks mean anything to you? The "friend," thing is even iffy now...it's just that when it's not comfy vibes, I stay away...run away, at that. You're still funny as hell, but you have the potential to confuse me, and that wouldn't even cut it. See you in the EC.
Ok, enough personal shout-outs, I'm actually ready for school to start back. I need to learn something, like yesterday. I have to apologize for doing my thoughts either in the middle of a hellafied day at work, or when I'm dead tired lately...it sucks I know, and makes for boring posts...it's weird, sometimgs the more interesting my life, teh less interesting the posts, and vice versa, but sometimes the other applies as well. Ah, the inconsistencies....Night

Edited to add: edited to add: the green contact reference was in regards to jealousy..you know...green eyes, green with envy, so on and so forth. I guess I should have been more detailed on that. It's solely a coincidence that I know people that wear contacts...none of them green though. But umm..just had to clarify to keeo people from getting all diva on me...

.: posted by Princess Portia 11:10 PM

Monday, August 12, 2002

back to work

For some strange reason I was having anxiety about returning to work. After me not being here for a week, I was all worried about them realizing that I'm not as necessary as management previously thought. But fortunately, I was wrong. Actually I won another production/quality award while I was gone, so that was cool. In hindsight, my vacation was entertaining and not as uneventful as I might have made it sound. I think I'm going to take my other week around exam time, so I don't have to juggle work with that. So yeah, last week was wonderful...My uncle from Panama City is coming in town this Thursday to fly to some relative's funeral, so I might have to play hostess to his very very even more than me out spoken self. Fun, fun, fun! Ok, I'm really too tired to type...I had a toothache all last night, took some Tylenol 3 (the good stuff) but it only lasted like 4 hours, so I had to wake up and take a MOtrin, which barely lasted 3 hours. SO yeah, I'll have to make another visit the the lovely Dr. Y. I dont know what it is though, when I went like 2 1/2 weeks ago there were no cavities, no issues. That has to be a hellafied something to produce itself in 3 weeks. Hmmm...Must. Get. More Drugs...Add this post to the list of top 20 most uninteresting posts...toodles

.: posted by Princess Portia 11:47 AM

Thursday, August 08, 2002

"You're remembered for how you leave something, not how you arrived..."

See that? Write it down. Live by it. I'll elaborate if appropriate. I got my first hate mail...according to the "Lonely Despondent Cynical Attitude Having Chicks with Web Pages and a Self-Esteem Deficiency" handbook, that means I officially kick ass. ("They like me...they really like me." I mean, if you can't unintentionally piss someone, what good is your Blog? As previously stated, I'll elaborate once the ball is back in my court if Ithink it's appropriate.

Anyhoo... Pier One Clearance Center made my day. They had footboards on sale for &19.98. Pretty wood and wicker sleigh beddish footboards. ANd technically, the footboard is just like the headboard 9I don'tknow how to assemble either!) So there goes a vision for my room.. It's officially going to be neutral colors..browns and what not. One of my house-warming gifts was one of those animal print mini lamps with the shimmies on the shade...I'm not really feeling animal print though...Amen for gift receipts.

You know, I'm not really good at biting my tongue once provoked..I'll need to work on that. Have you ever known someone that had like hella homosexual flags? I'm talking the lisp, the attitude, etc.? How did you confront them to confirm/deny their sexuality? Did you confront them? Why did it matter to you? Did you notice these red flags in hindsight? Didyou thik the person was in the closet or just unaware of these tendencies? Just innocent questions...really. My friend told me to ask... I swear.

Umm...it's hot outside...yeah, that was deep. There's more, but it'll have to wait. Must go battle traffic now. Toodles!

.: posted by Princess Portia 3:19 PM

Wednesday, August 07, 2002

still waiting on my copy of the memo

When like 18 people all of a suddenly find you so, "interesting," at once...it's kind of weird. I think it's the weather or something. Hmmm. Two of my really close friends are engaged (congrats marmasupial and umm dude). Why is this week going so fast? If I was at work, it would still be Monday at 9:56 a.m. This isn't fair. The vaca is still pretty uneventful...went with my mom and my little sister to buy my little sister some new dance shoes...the time has come when I must come to terms with the fact that I don't care enough to start dancing again, so I must live vicariously through th elife of my sister...but yeah...she's just a beginner, which means we went to Super Wal-Mart for her shoes....of course we forgot that it was the first day of school...yeah it was wild in there! So I was hot and cranky and tired...you would think I wasn't on vacation how I was complaining. But yeaa, once again, today I'm leaving the house before dark...you should be proud! I forgot that do have friends that don't work business hours, but I still haven't called any of them. OOh! I remember what I wanted to comment on...last Friday, I'm chilling up in my apartment...it was looking kind of hetic for the first time...it was the day before my house blesing shindig, so I was doing some last minute decorating things I guess..well here I am..in my moovie pants (the ones I got scouted in...see "the beautiful people" post) so here I am, my hair is kind of in a scarf, kind of just sticking up..I'm seasoning all the meat for Saturday, when I hear a knock at my door. Now I'mm NOT expecting company, so I'm like "hmm?" So I look through the peep hole and see glasses, and I figure it must be my mom since she is the only person who would dare pop up at my house (we have an agreement, it's cool betweeen the hours of 11 am and 6:30 p.m. I'm always good between those times...umm ok) and by the way , apparently, my peep hole sucks though. SO I open the door, and whoaaaaaaaaa there pickle! IT's not my mom. Remember the "wise one?" Wait, no, his name was "renaissance man?" Yeah, it's him. And it's cool, except for that he just popped up. Apparently there are people in the world that don't mind people just popping up at their house...but I'm not one of them..I'll shoot you man! So I let him in, and go back to seasoning the meat..he starts asking e about like what's going on in my life and stuff...you know... stuff that could have been asked over the phone. Then asks me something along the lines of are there any new man-whores in my life...and I'm thinking... umm if there were, or if you even thought there might be..why the hell are you poppin up at my place? I mean, don't get me wrong, Renaissance Man kicks butt, is a great friend, and blah, blah, blah, but besdies my mom between the hours listed above, and my best friend whenever, I'm not feeling that coming without calling crap...whew..I feel better now that I"ve gotten that out of my system..ok..its like thundering and lightning ridiculously...have a nice day at work (haha!)

.: posted by Princess Portia 11:39 AM

Monday, August 05, 2002

VACA!

A day full of 3 hour baths, the food network, pet stores, banana milk shakes, and pedicures is awesome. So what will I do tomorrow? Hmmm. I might also go out one night this week..yeah...I mean a club...yes...Portia may go to the club..alert the authorities. I just figure if I'm going to, it should be on my vaca week. Actually live like a 20 year old for a day or two. My anytime minutes will actually get used. SO umm yeah...vacation makes me horny baby...(going to see AP3IGM is on my agenda for tomorrow). I really want to just shop and shop and shop...but it's about controlling the urges. Speaking of which... Umm...nevermind. But yeah, this would be a great week to vilate some manwhore's sense of self worth and dignity and use him until he can't be used anymore, then sleep in until 11 (that's late for me!) And eat curry, and iranian food, and italian... Was that even a complete sentence? Hey, a girl's gotta dream. We all know I'm a "good girl," though...so I'll be here reading enlighting books taking regular baths, watching soap operas and rinking tea and milkshakes and making gourmet dog food. Wow, that's exciting. Whooaaaa nelly! Hold me back! But yeah, I'm suprised I haven't posted 15 million times...

My house blessing shindig was this weekend...Very fun..though from 6: 30 until the first guest arrived I was a psycho panic stricken bitch...it's all part of the fun though..you stress about everything and it all turns out perfect. My "god baby momma" is the most amazing friend I have..second to only Tiffany. She truly warmed my housewarming...umm wha? But yeah, she bought penelope a new bed..one of those basket ones I've been too cheap to buy, some prettier dinnerware than that which I already had..a door thingy...a home sweet home thingy...etc...it was really really sweet of her..I ended up bbqing and it kicked ass of course...I did my sauce from scratch and it got to simmer for a few hours (yeah, I didn't procrastinate!)

I think I need to take my hoochified beach picture off of my web page profiles...it makes for lame ass covnersations...one could start interesting, then we have to get to talking about my physique...and blah blah blah I stop listening. Does this mean I'm desensitized to compliments? Or just want to hear something original? Hmm..the world may never know. Ok, so August is worship Portia month. Didn't you get the memo? Oh! Oh! Oh! Something major! Damn, nevermind...this website may be monitored for quality assurance, so I can't say it. Ok, so I'm looking for a long distance provider....but not..I just want the free checks for my phone bill. If you know of any good offers for switching out there...email me. Verizon sent me a measly 5.00...it's like...that doesn't even pay my monthly voicemail charge! Grrr.

Ok, so seriously I want to go out tonight. I don't have any female friends to go with, but I'm brave..or I'll call one of my dude buddies...aside from Leroy jenkins..he might put an engagement ring in my Martini glass like it's All My Children or some crap...ha! So I've mastered the art of flipping my hair. Found the best hair moisture product for me for right now... but I need a new leave in conditioner..I can only use the same product for like 3 months before my hair rejects it. Oh crap. I forgot to go to my modelly thingy onight. Oh well. There goes my career in runway big girl print modeling...ha! Speaking of which..I'm on a flyer for this local photography company..I have to post that pic..they should have paid me..or given me a discount on my pics for that crap..damn, I still owe them like 900.00. Oh, and if anyone would like to loan me $600.00 until September 7, email me..I'll sign a contract, pay interest, and everything...I have a large sum of scrillaz coming in if I pay these 6 yards (ooh! I almost sounded diverse!) but yeah...email me for the details,,,this may be a chance in alifetime to meet me in person...you better jump on it. SO Leroy Jenkins is smelling what I'm shoveling...Jacksonville, currently named South America, is returning like next week, and of course wants to visit...O.J. Simpson (alias of course!) is trying to rekindle a flame that was lit when I was like...14...and the list goes on. Oh the joys of living by yourself...every dude you've ever smiled at wants to come "visit." Without a housewarming gift in hand. I pretty much have everything now though...