Friday, December 27, 2002
cough, cough, gag, gag
I'm sick of being sick. I'm sick of food poisoning, and coughing, and blowing my nose...
I'm also sick of having to get creative with my excuses for calling in to work. Damn, January 1st needs to hurry up and come...I'm out of sick and vacation days. January 1st needs to come the hell on. Sadly, that's about the only thing I'll be celebrating on New Years Eve/Day. My New Years Eves are always uneventful. (That or they were eventful enough that I don't remember), so I'm not even bothering with plans.
On a completely different note...
You know what I hate? A guy that smells so good, is so tall, has such a good head on their shoulders, but can't write for shit. I'm talking language barriers. It's so not tolerable. But hey, I'm semi-disgruntled right now, so I won't go there. It's just such a waste. But I haven't posted in such a long time, I don't want to come back all angry like, so forget everythign you've read so far, and I'll return when time allows and the mood has improved.
.: posted by Princess Portia 9:47 AM
Friday, December 20, 2002
missing, and I took the action with me
Really, I've been here, you just didn't see me. Christmas shopping can be so fun, especially when you actually like everyone you have to make purchases for. The semester is done, I came out with a 3.0...that's acceptable fornow, but it could have been better. Stalkers are still stalking. People with potential are still earning brownie points, Penelope is possesed, I'm being lesss anti social, and I need a pedicure. Ok, that about sums it up for now. I've got lot's of stories to tell. If I end up working Christmas Eve I'll break you off with a lil' sumtin sumthin. Toodles.
.: posted by Princess Portia 1:06 PM
Thursday, December 05, 2002
Fantasy Sex Camp
Ok, so there's this kick-ass game I read about at a kick-ass site. I'm just going to paste the instructions so I don't have to type them:
The game is pretty simple and it sounds deceptively easy. It has hidden depths, however, which we will soon discover. Here's how it works:
You have seven days of dream-dates (all of which, of course, end in mind-blowing sex, hence the title of the game). You are allowed to choose one celebrity date for each night of the week and one alternate for each night, in case your first choice dream date is, say, arrested or is away on location. The remainder of the rules are as follows:
1) The definition of "celebrity" varies according to the group with whom you're playing. Basically, everyone in the group needs to be able to pick your choices out of a police line-up. This rule will explain my Monday night, by the way.
2) No time traveling. I'd like to date Paul Newman, circa Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, but that's against the rules. Everyone you date, you date right now.
3) It doesn't matter if you and your friends all have George Clooney as your Saturday night. This is bound to happen and it's fair within the rules of the game: having to cross check your schedule with your friends will add a level of difficulty to this game that you don't need. It's hard enough to decide whether So and So is a Tuesday or a Wednesday without having to make an Excel spreadsheet to make sure you're not stepping on your officemate's toes. You'll see.
4) You can't use, say, "the cast of Band of Brothers" as one night. One man or woman per night. Nice try, though.
5) In addition to your first choice and your back up, you are allowed to have what we've dubbed in the office, "the bullpen." The bullpen is your pool of also-rans: people you think are super hot, and would totally date if they asked you out, but who didn't fall into the top fourteen. This is important, as occasionally someone in 1-14 will do something shitty or unattractive, and you need someone else to cycle into the week.
Ok, so here's mine:
Monday
It's the beginning of the week, basically a "get warmed up for Tuesday," night. Since I have class in the morning, I would want a low-key date. Enter, Quddus. Yep, the poor woman's Lenny Kravitz. (We'll see him later on). We can listen to some conscious hip-hop while eating Thai food on my deck. He would have to be a fall/winter date though, so I can see him in turtlenecks and Diesel jeans.
back up: Justin Guarini
Tuesday
Tonight is indulgence night. The only night of the week (ha!) that I allow myself to have whatever I want, and feed into all my guilty pleasures (as far as t.v. goes!) So I would need someone that can stomach the shows I want to watch, or at least occupy himself for the hour block in which I'm watching t.v. Enter Emeril. While I'm watching t.v. he can whip up some delectable dish for me to indulge in. Not to mention the fact that everything he cooks in loaded with alcohol, so I'll be taking care of 3 guilty pleasures all in one night. Not to mention we can talk, "business," after t.v. & dinner. You know, hook me up with some insider tips re: this culinary thing.
back up: Jamie Oliver (formerly: the naked chef)
Wednesday
Hump day. Need I say more? My baby, Morris Chestnut. Honestly, there will be no depth to this date. We can go out somewhere, you know, take pictures together at the Pier or something. He can walk and flash that gorgeous smile, then take me home and...umm...make me smile. Heh.
back up: D'Angelo. I would have liked to make him a primary, but he's been worrying me lately...
Thursday
It's almost Friday! I need a date wonderful enough to entertain me for tonight, without overshadowing tomorrow's encounter. D.L. Hughley is perfect for the task. I can take him out in public, he can be semi smart-funny, but not so ridiculously funny that I can't eat or drink around him without fear of choking to death. We would do something traditional like bowl or play pool. An outing that can sometimes be mundane, but with a funny guy will be awesome.
back up: Jaleel White. I'm sorry, but I love this guy. We can play a couple of games of "21" (not cards) and talk politics...
Friday!!!
Justin Timberlake would be my Friday night man. We can get our sweat...umm dance on, hit the clubs (strip and bars) and party like "Supahstahs."
back up: Pharell Williams.
Saturday
"Back in the old times you would take your goomah out on Saturday, and your wife on Friday." (not an exact quote, so shoot me). This will be my high-prolific night on the town with James Gandolfini. It would be perfect if we could get all Sopranos-ish with it, but I guess I'll have to settle for the actual guy. Humph. Oh well. Hopefully he's at least half as intimidating/overpowering (in a sexy way) as Tony.
back-up: Michael Imperioli
Sunday
Whoever I spend Sunday with has to be a keeper. This is the date that's most likely to start earlier during the day. So it has to be someone special. Enter Mos Def (Dante Smith). The one that can make me laugh, make me think, make me cry...
I would cook for him. Get all gourmet with it. (Using pointers picked up on my date with Emeril). We would go outdoors with the gourmet food. A picnic and what not. Then we would find some quiet, isolated lake and go fresh water fishing while not catching anything because we're jamming to Ella Fitzgerald and Bebe King, all the while scaring the fish away.
back-up:Talib Kweli basically, The Might Mos Def's brother by another mother.
the bullpen: Boris Kodjoe, Keanu Reeves, Craig David (I'm a sucker for the accent!), Lenny Kravitz, (Don't clown, dawg!), and many more!
.: posted by Princess Portia 4:20 PM
Monday, December 02, 2002
So this obsession with all things eggnog can't be healthy. I made eggnog cupcakes. EGGNOG CUPCAKES! What's wrong with me? I've always had that "wifey material" domestic vibe, but this is a bit much. It must be the weather.
So in my Intro to Social Science class we experienced the joy of learning that you're doomed, and the human race is screwed. Thanks Richard Rhodes.
I was thinking about my commitment issues today. Yes, I'm self-diagnosed, but my actions support my theory. Let's take my current association as an example. Dude is wonderful. I'm talking a keeper, and the feelings mutual. I mean, he bought me paper towels and toilet paper just because I mentoned a guest using half a roll! He listens! But...I find myself trying to find "red flags" or flaws. It's not that I want them to be there, I'm just so used to them being there. I'm talking warning signs jumping up in front of me and biting me on the nose. So I have to ask, is it really that right? Or is he just that slick? Stay tned for the next episode of Portia's Issues: We'll be conquering trust issues!
.: posted by Princess Portia 2:29 PM
paper products and more eggnog
I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving.
I've just had a really hard time putting my thoughts into words lately. Maybe when I "revamp" the site in a couple of days, but right now, it's like..zzzz. This is not at all to say that nothing interesting is happening. It's just drama-free interesting stuff. I've gotten my stalkers and persistant folk in check, I'm partakingin hella holiday recreation, I actually like someone that likes me, and it's time for finals...
.: posted by Princess Portia 10:08 AM
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