Okay, y'all. I LOVED New York Minute. It was actually awesome and a lot of fun. Even Buzz loved it. It wasn't just me. The scene where CuteDean first meets the twins is hilarious. And while they didn't actually SHOW it, there was a LOT of naked Olsen twin going on in that movie. Ashley has a shower scene and a naked dumpster scene. And she spends like twenty minutes of the movie in a towel. I was kinda in awe. It seemed a little inappropriate. And totally fantastic. And CuteDean totally takes his top off - which rocks. You all need to go see it. Really. I wish I was better able to describe the true fabulousness of the movie. It totally made me want to go get a make-over at Big Shirl's House of Bling. It's an awesome movie and I may have to see it again. I'll certainly have to get the DVD. I'm so embarrassed.
Before the movie Buzz and I were walking to dinner and I'd asked him if he'd seen 13 Going on 30. He asked me what kind of guy I thought he was. I said he was "the kinda guy who's going to see the Oslen Twins Movie with me." Some guy was passing us on the sidewalk in the same direction and he just lost it when I said that and kept looking back and giggling. So I totally lost it too. And Buzz decided he could never show his face in that neighborhood again. Though maybe after loving the movie so much he can feel comfortable coming back to midtown some day.
This discussion came about because we were discussing my relatively low mental age. I was talking about how well I bond with little Beyonce because we are both 10 and he felt I was closer to 12. But I'm turning 30. And there's a movie called 13 Going On 30... so it was decided that I am 13 Going On 30. I would be offended, but it's so true. I'm never going to be a grown up.
Buzz and I also spent a few minutes discussing Friendster so I once again spent a hunk of my morning messing around on that. Lovey finally accepted me as her Friendster and I found out Rock Star Fran is on it too. Have y'all made me your friendster yet? Have you made my Mom your friendster yet? Have YOU!?!?!? Like Buzz said, it's just a popularity contest and I am NOT winning right now.
Oh, and this morning I took that all sex no drugs purity test thing that I've seen in some other blogs lately. And I'm really embarrassed. But I will NOT be posting my results here. I just wanted to let you all know, I'm embarrassed. Daddy - my score was 100% pure. It was.
Tonight I think I'll be seeing Troy. Maybe. Planning things with more than two people can be exhausting. And then cleaning for the rest of the weekend. And maybe gardening. Depending upon the weather and my ability to find gardening gloves and azalea plants. I think Vader is coming over to help tomorrow so that'll be nice. Someone to inspire me to clean and keep me from sitting on my tushy. Yay.
***Dad, read no further***
Okay, for Muffy and Steph - for the LAST time. I have rules. Very few rules, but rules. And I'm going to cling to them.
I don't do anyone I don't actively want.
I don't do anyone under 18.
I don't do people with significant others that I know (ie, I don't do my friends' significant others)
And I DO NOT DO MARRIED PEOPLE!
Some people just cannot learn it seems. I may have to print out flashcards for y'all.
Friday, May 14, 2004
Thursday, May 13, 2004
Log Ride
I sorta feel like I should clarify yesterday's ramblings. I love my life and don't want anyone else's. I think what I was (and am?) envying is just those times in life when you can just be really excited about something. Things are going well for me, but there isn't anything big or exciting happening right now (birthday week doesn't count and Vegas 2005 is MONTHS away). Like when you have an awesome crush or something amazing happens in your career or you find out you're going to have a baby or move someplace wonderful and exotic. Just those incredible moments where you feel so excited and happy and goofy that you can't stand it. Whether they're small day long ones or month long ones. They're just awesome. And I want one. Maybe I'll have to go find a great job or get a big crush or fall in love or something. Though I guess those moments are best when they aren't forced, huh?
I was thinking about a goofy junior high one of mine yesterday. I think it was 7th or 8th grade. There was this guy I was totally crushing on and had been for a while. I have no idea why. He wasn't all that spectacular. In fact, when I first met him I thought he looked kinda like a non-blue smurf. But he was a really nice guy. And one of the adored popular boys. And really funny too. And he would not swear at all and said things like Dagnabit which I thought was so cute. And I was like 13 so whatever. I was just totally IN LOVE in a 13 year old way.
It was the end of the school year and so it was Rusheon Jr High night at Hamel's Park, the small amusement park in our town. So my girlfriends and I went. And he was there with his buddies. And I was all giddy at seeing him. And my girlfriends knew I was crushing on him so we all just acted like idiots trying to follow his posse around and trying to figure out how to get him to ride on the train with me that circles the park - where the kids go to make out. And it was so awesome. At one point we were gathered at the log ride with a few from each posse planning to ride. I hated log rides but was going to go for it. Only problem is there were 7 of us and only 6 fit in each log. So I was going to bow out. Then one guy said he'd ride alone and gave me his seat. Right in front of Matt. Y'all! I was so excited I think I almost peed. It was in the back half of the car so I was behind the hot Derek (who I crushed on at a later date and I'm not 100% that his name was Derek) and in front of Matt. Who put his hands around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. Bliss! I was on a high for the rest of the week I think.
After the log ride he turned to me and asked if I wanted to ride the roller coaster. I HATE roller coasters. They scare me to pieces. I was 25 years old and on my 5th Walt Disney World visit before I finally worked up the courage to ride Space Mountain. And that is not even a major coaster. I'm a little better about them now - being almost 30 - but I was a wuss at 12 or 13. About coasters at least. So my friends all snickered when he asked because they KNOW I'm not going on that coaster. But they were mistaken about the extreme power of CUTE BOY over me. I said yes before I knew what I was doing. I think I spent the whole ride with my eyes closed and grasping onto Matt for dear life (not such a bad thing).
And that was it. Nothing ever happened with Matt and I. But that didn't really seem to matter. It was just so awesome an event in my little world on it's own and the possibilities it opened up in my mind. I was so excited and peppy and insane. I went home that night and described the whole thing in detail in my diary. And then I drew a diagram of the log and who was sitting where. A diagram.
It makes me a little giddy still, a million years later, thinking about it. Hee. So cute.
Dammit, I just read that Hamel's park closed in 1999. I am very sad. What's happened to Shreveport? No Hamel's, no Captain's baseball team... I don't know how much more I can take. And now I'm feeling all nostalgic for Bossier City and Shreveport, LA. I should get back there sometime soon.
I was thinking about a goofy junior high one of mine yesterday. I think it was 7th or 8th grade. There was this guy I was totally crushing on and had been for a while. I have no idea why. He wasn't all that spectacular. In fact, when I first met him I thought he looked kinda like a non-blue smurf. But he was a really nice guy. And one of the adored popular boys. And really funny too. And he would not swear at all and said things like Dagnabit which I thought was so cute. And I was like 13 so whatever. I was just totally IN LOVE in a 13 year old way.
It was the end of the school year and so it was Rusheon Jr High night at Hamel's Park, the small amusement park in our town. So my girlfriends and I went. And he was there with his buddies. And I was all giddy at seeing him. And my girlfriends knew I was crushing on him so we all just acted like idiots trying to follow his posse around and trying to figure out how to get him to ride on the train with me that circles the park - where the kids go to make out. And it was so awesome. At one point we were gathered at the log ride with a few from each posse planning to ride. I hated log rides but was going to go for it. Only problem is there were 7 of us and only 6 fit in each log. So I was going to bow out. Then one guy said he'd ride alone and gave me his seat. Right in front of Matt. Y'all! I was so excited I think I almost peed. It was in the back half of the car so I was behind the hot Derek (who I crushed on at a later date and I'm not 100% that his name was Derek) and in front of Matt. Who put his hands around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. Bliss! I was on a high for the rest of the week I think.
After the log ride he turned to me and asked if I wanted to ride the roller coaster. I HATE roller coasters. They scare me to pieces. I was 25 years old and on my 5th Walt Disney World visit before I finally worked up the courage to ride Space Mountain. And that is not even a major coaster. I'm a little better about them now - being almost 30 - but I was a wuss at 12 or 13. About coasters at least. So my friends all snickered when he asked because they KNOW I'm not going on that coaster. But they were mistaken about the extreme power of CUTE BOY over me. I said yes before I knew what I was doing. I think I spent the whole ride with my eyes closed and grasping onto Matt for dear life (not such a bad thing).
And that was it. Nothing ever happened with Matt and I. But that didn't really seem to matter. It was just so awesome an event in my little world on it's own and the possibilities it opened up in my mind. I was so excited and peppy and insane. I went home that night and described the whole thing in detail in my diary. And then I drew a diagram of the log and who was sitting where. A diagram.
It makes me a little giddy still, a million years later, thinking about it. Hee. So cute.
Dammit, I just read that Hamel's park closed in 1999. I am very sad. What's happened to Shreveport? No Hamel's, no Captain's baseball team... I don't know how much more I can take. And now I'm feeling all nostalgic for Bossier City and Shreveport, LA. I should get back there sometime soon.
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
I was a little bummed yesterday, feeling like I don't have a lot of friends in New York because I didn't have that many people to invite to Birthday Week. But everyone's been telling me that I sent my b-day week email to a lot of people. So apparently I'm just being silly again.
I read Pamie.com a lot (she celebrates Birthday Week too - turns out a LOT of people celebrate Birthday Week) and lately she's been writing about being engaged and house shopping and her life and her work and so on and so forth. And I love my life and I don't want to be engaged or live in California (though having a career I liked and writing for TWoP would be awesome), but she seems to be having one of those great life moments where you can kinda just be really happy and content about the way things are and have lots to be excited about and all. So I don't actually want her life, but I theoretically want her life. Does that make any sense? I think it's more that I want my life but I want to have exciting life moment stuff in it. Like a new and exciting job to look forward to or just a lot of really great things happening or something. I don't know. I was also insanely jealous of Turnip's life on Friday as she was getting ready to host a fabulous jacuzzi party with a variety of hot actors attending. How cool is that? Now, I was off to have a really fun weekend with an awesome friend I've known since high school and wouldn't have traded that weekend for hot boys in a jacuzzi, but I was still envying Turnip's life at the moment. You know? Tina Fey's life would be cool now too actually with the Bust cover and Mean Girls and all. Oh hell. I like my life best of all.
Because, really, my life is pretty awesome. I'm celebrating Birthday Week and somehow have enough friends and family who will humor me so that I can get away with it. Hell, some people actually seem excited about it. Well, they're excited about week long fun activities and seeing mutual friends and all more than they're excited about adoring me for a week, but whatever. I'll take it.
I just typed a whole list of things that are great about my life, but it bored me. So I'm sparing y'all. Be grateful. My life is interesting. Lists about my life? Not so interesting.
Speaking of people humoring me... Buzz and I are going to see the Olsen Twin movie tomorrow night. Woo. Muffy (or Muffuletta as Steph sometimes calls her), you are off the hook. You owe Buzz a big ole kiss. Those Olsen twins have been popping up in Page Six a lot lately. Very odd. I guess the almost 18 thing and finally having a movie in theaters is raising interest or something. Huh. Weird. They were speculating about the loss of Ashley's virginity today. Poor thing. I'd freak the fuck out if anyone speculated about the loss of mine (which, Daddy, hasn't happened yet - and never will!), let alone something as widely read as Star Magazine or Page Six. Dang. I cannot believe I spent a paragraph on the Olsen Twins again. Dammit!
Have I mentioned yet that my parents are in CHINA, WITHOUT me? So not over that yet. But it sounds like a really awesome time. And I'm happy for them. I think. No, I am. Very happy for them. And very jealous.
I read Pamie.com a lot (she celebrates Birthday Week too - turns out a LOT of people celebrate Birthday Week) and lately she's been writing about being engaged and house shopping and her life and her work and so on and so forth. And I love my life and I don't want to be engaged or live in California (though having a career I liked and writing for TWoP would be awesome), but she seems to be having one of those great life moments where you can kinda just be really happy and content about the way things are and have lots to be excited about and all. So I don't actually want her life, but I theoretically want her life. Does that make any sense? I think it's more that I want my life but I want to have exciting life moment stuff in it. Like a new and exciting job to look forward to or just a lot of really great things happening or something. I don't know. I was also insanely jealous of Turnip's life on Friday as she was getting ready to host a fabulous jacuzzi party with a variety of hot actors attending. How cool is that? Now, I was off to have a really fun weekend with an awesome friend I've known since high school and wouldn't have traded that weekend for hot boys in a jacuzzi, but I was still envying Turnip's life at the moment. You know? Tina Fey's life would be cool now too actually with the Bust cover and Mean Girls and all. Oh hell. I like my life best of all.
Because, really, my life is pretty awesome. I'm celebrating Birthday Week and somehow have enough friends and family who will humor me so that I can get away with it. Hell, some people actually seem excited about it. Well, they're excited about week long fun activities and seeing mutual friends and all more than they're excited about adoring me for a week, but whatever. I'll take it.
I just typed a whole list of things that are great about my life, but it bored me. So I'm sparing y'all. Be grateful. My life is interesting. Lists about my life? Not so interesting.
Speaking of people humoring me... Buzz and I are going to see the Olsen Twin movie tomorrow night. Woo. Muffy (or Muffuletta as Steph sometimes calls her), you are off the hook. You owe Buzz a big ole kiss. Those Olsen twins have been popping up in Page Six a lot lately. Very odd. I guess the almost 18 thing and finally having a movie in theaters is raising interest or something. Huh. Weird. They were speculating about the loss of Ashley's virginity today. Poor thing. I'd freak the fuck out if anyone speculated about the loss of mine (which, Daddy, hasn't happened yet - and never will!), let alone something as widely read as Star Magazine or Page Six. Dang. I cannot believe I spent a paragraph on the Olsen Twins again. Dammit!
Have I mentioned yet that my parents are in CHINA, WITHOUT me? So not over that yet. But it sounds like a really awesome time. And I'm happy for them. I think. No, I am. Very happy for them. And very jealous.
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Birthday Week Count Down
One Month
I just sent out the email announcing that Birthday Week starts in One Month. Just to give everyone a heads up so they can arrange their calendars accordingly. Because my ego knows no bounds. It's awesome that way. I really do hope folks come to and enjoy birthday week. Or my ego may have to sit in a corner and cry while I drink madly. Or something.
Last night was a pretty awesome thunderstorm. For New York especially. I remember when I was in NC and we'd sit out on the porch swing sometimes and just watch the lightening and rain and all that. Loved that. I kinda miss good rain storms and thunder storms and all that. Had it been early evening I would've loved sitting out in the back yard watching it or something. Maybe. I don't really have much of an awning back there. Though I guess it's not like I actually have the good sense to come in out of the rain on a normal day anyway. Unfortunately this was a late night one so I just woke up, noted that there was a storm and then kinda went back to sleep. Okay, I guess it couldn't have been that awesome of a storm then, huh?
I just sent out the email announcing that Birthday Week starts in One Month. Just to give everyone a heads up so they can arrange their calendars accordingly. Because my ego knows no bounds. It's awesome that way. I really do hope folks come to and enjoy birthday week. Or my ego may have to sit in a corner and cry while I drink madly. Or something.
Last night was a pretty awesome thunderstorm. For New York especially. I remember when I was in NC and we'd sit out on the porch swing sometimes and just watch the lightening and rain and all that. Loved that. I kinda miss good rain storms and thunder storms and all that. Had it been early evening I would've loved sitting out in the back yard watching it or something. Maybe. I don't really have much of an awning back there. Though I guess it's not like I actually have the good sense to come in out of the rain on a normal day anyway. Unfortunately this was a late night one so I just woke up, noted that there was a storm and then kinda went back to sleep. Okay, I guess it couldn't have been that awesome of a storm then, huh?
Monday, May 10, 2004
Busy Weekend
Quite the busy weekend. Friday was more quality time with Amtrak. I'm very, very glad I signed up with their guest rewards program a while ago. Coming in handy these days. I think I can actually switch 5,000 miles to Continental now if I want. Or get free Amtrak tickets. Hmmmm... Anyway, the train was lovely as always. Lots of reading, writing and marveling at human nature. The guy sitting next to me had many buddies on the train so he was hardly ever in his seat. I'm wondering where he kept going off to smoke though, because he REEKED whenever he sat back down next to me. Hmmmm... Bathroom maybe? You could fit a couple smoking buddies in the business class car ones I think.
Saturday was brunch (as always in Boston) at Renee's. Then Hoku walking around the lake - gorgeous day for it. Then Mean Girls. I really liked it. It was good. Though I think I had thought it would've been even better. I don't really remember ever being that mean in High School either. Of course, being that mean would have required caring more about things I couldn't be bothered to care about. Or something. I think I was much meaner in grade school and junior high. I was over the mean thing by high school. Well, over it and totally embarrassed by it.
Anyway, then off to dinner at an Ethiopian place where Pumpkin got smashed on honey wine. I don't care what she says, Fishboy and I both agree that when you say the stairs are hard and you're dizzy that means you're drunk. Silly Pumpkin. And then off for drunken used book store shopping. Pumpkin made me get two gardening books. I now have a giant book on nothing but azaleas. I now have to put azaleas in my backyard. No choice.
It was kinda like date night with Muffy and Steph but switched up. Instead of dinner (making drunk Muffy) then book store then movie we did movie, then dinner (making drunk Pumpkin) then bookstore. Hey, I have a fourth couple in the running for my affections! Woo. I'm never going to decide which one to truly commit to though. Well, I suspect Pumpkin and Fishboy probably don't really want to date me and Buzz and Chuck are hardly around so maybe they aren't so much in the running. Maybe they are just there in case I get dumped by the other couples and am desperate or if I need to whip Muffy & Steph into shape by taunting them with my other options. This paragraph probably only made sense to a handful of folks. Sorry.
Anyway, more brunch on Sunday and then back on the train so I could make it to Madison Square Garden to see the live Survivor Finale. Because who doesn't love being part of a live studio audience? PimpDaddy managed to score tickets through his brother and decided to take me and Steph and another friend - because he's just that awesome of a Pimp.
It was an amusing experience. I am not enough of a Survivor junkie to make it the best night ever, but it was fun. I do have to say though that these folks do not understand crowd control. Lots of mulitcolored wristbands, strange line flows and lots of seat moving and cat herding involved. We ended up in the one section that didn't appear to get any camera time. Heh. There goes my shot at fame and fortune. But we got a good view of Jeff and all. And we were near enough to the middle section to see all the reality-show 'celebrities' filing in. It was awesome to see everyone freak when anyone walked in. Apparently there were quite a few folks from the last two seasons of Survivor which I didn't watch. But then there were some I did remember like Clay and Roger and Butch and such. And some folks from Big Brother episodes that I'd seen. And a few Amazing Race folks too. Mom & Dad: I got a good view of Zack (minus Flo) and the Air Traffic Control guy, Dave. And Team Guido was sitting down front being annoying in matching red shirts so there was that too. And I think that's all I can remember. I was mostly sitting down until I heard the shrieks or until PimpDaddy told me of a new person to check out. I had Steph to chat with and free pringles and M&Ms to enjoy. Corporate Sponsorship and all.
Not too many things different from what was seen on TV. There was a HORRIBLE 'comic' who came to pump up the crowd in the beginning and during the breaks. Lots of old unfunny jokes and a bit of fart humor. Even a Paris Hilton underwear joke. Such a tool. At one point he asked Jeff if he was a boxers or briefs kinda guy and Jeff showed us he was wearing bright green underwear of some kind. Very odd. Jeff also mentioned how the audience was booing or cheering after EVERY SINGLE comment a contestant made, which was pretty true. He said we were like a wrestling crowd or something. I don't know. Loud crowd. Oh, and when they were setting up and having the jury come out to do the live Finale, Tina came on out and sat down and had to be fetched back as they were only doing the jury and the vote and all first. THEN the reunion. Hee. And there was a bit of a kerfluffle during the reunion after Jerri spoke and then she took off. She really shouldn't have taken it to heart. The only person they were really cheering was Rupert, who annoys me no end. And half the time they'd turn around and boo someone they had just cheered a second ago. I liked to yell randomly. But mostly I was cracking up.
There were a TON of kids in the audience which I wasn't expecting. I didn't think it was such a kid show. There were also lots of skanks with I heart Rob signs. See, this is one of the reasons I feel dirty for thinking Boston Rob is hot. I don't want to be like the skanks with I heart Rob signs and wearing buffs as tube tops. I would rather be a more unique, non tube top wearing kinda skank. You know? I wonder how the skanks felt about the BRob & Ambah engagement. I wonder if Amber will have a pre-nup. Heh.
Anyway, it was a fun weekend and I am very grateful to Pumpkin and PimpDaddy for showing me such an awesome time. Now I gotta figure out what exciting thing to do tonight. Eh, who am I kidding. Tonight I clean my apartment and clear my TiVo. I can only maintain my fabulous rock star life a couple days in a row. Then I get tired like the old woman I am.
Saturday was brunch (as always in Boston) at Renee's. Then Hoku walking around the lake - gorgeous day for it. Then Mean Girls. I really liked it. It was good. Though I think I had thought it would've been even better. I don't really remember ever being that mean in High School either. Of course, being that mean would have required caring more about things I couldn't be bothered to care about. Or something. I think I was much meaner in grade school and junior high. I was over the mean thing by high school. Well, over it and totally embarrassed by it.
Anyway, then off to dinner at an Ethiopian place where Pumpkin got smashed on honey wine. I don't care what she says, Fishboy and I both agree that when you say the stairs are hard and you're dizzy that means you're drunk. Silly Pumpkin. And then off for drunken used book store shopping. Pumpkin made me get two gardening books. I now have a giant book on nothing but azaleas. I now have to put azaleas in my backyard. No choice.
It was kinda like date night with Muffy and Steph but switched up. Instead of dinner (making drunk Muffy) then book store then movie we did movie, then dinner (making drunk Pumpkin) then bookstore. Hey, I have a fourth couple in the running for my affections! Woo. I'm never going to decide which one to truly commit to though. Well, I suspect Pumpkin and Fishboy probably don't really want to date me and Buzz and Chuck are hardly around so maybe they aren't so much in the running. Maybe they are just there in case I get dumped by the other couples and am desperate or if I need to whip Muffy & Steph into shape by taunting them with my other options. This paragraph probably only made sense to a handful of folks. Sorry.
Anyway, more brunch on Sunday and then back on the train so I could make it to Madison Square Garden to see the live Survivor Finale. Because who doesn't love being part of a live studio audience? PimpDaddy managed to score tickets through his brother and decided to take me and Steph and another friend - because he's just that awesome of a Pimp.
It was an amusing experience. I am not enough of a Survivor junkie to make it the best night ever, but it was fun. I do have to say though that these folks do not understand crowd control. Lots of mulitcolored wristbands, strange line flows and lots of seat moving and cat herding involved. We ended up in the one section that didn't appear to get any camera time. Heh. There goes my shot at fame and fortune. But we got a good view of Jeff and all. And we were near enough to the middle section to see all the reality-show 'celebrities' filing in. It was awesome to see everyone freak when anyone walked in. Apparently there were quite a few folks from the last two seasons of Survivor which I didn't watch. But then there were some I did remember like Clay and Roger and Butch and such. And some folks from Big Brother episodes that I'd seen. And a few Amazing Race folks too. Mom & Dad: I got a good view of Zack (minus Flo) and the Air Traffic Control guy, Dave. And Team Guido was sitting down front being annoying in matching red shirts so there was that too. And I think that's all I can remember. I was mostly sitting down until I heard the shrieks or until PimpDaddy told me of a new person to check out. I had Steph to chat with and free pringles and M&Ms to enjoy. Corporate Sponsorship and all.
Not too many things different from what was seen on TV. There was a HORRIBLE 'comic' who came to pump up the crowd in the beginning and during the breaks. Lots of old unfunny jokes and a bit of fart humor. Even a Paris Hilton underwear joke. Such a tool. At one point he asked Jeff if he was a boxers or briefs kinda guy and Jeff showed us he was wearing bright green underwear of some kind. Very odd. Jeff also mentioned how the audience was booing or cheering after EVERY SINGLE comment a contestant made, which was pretty true. He said we were like a wrestling crowd or something. I don't know. Loud crowd. Oh, and when they were setting up and having the jury come out to do the live Finale, Tina came on out and sat down and had to be fetched back as they were only doing the jury and the vote and all first. THEN the reunion. Hee. And there was a bit of a kerfluffle during the reunion after Jerri spoke and then she took off. She really shouldn't have taken it to heart. The only person they were really cheering was Rupert, who annoys me no end. And half the time they'd turn around and boo someone they had just cheered a second ago. I liked to yell randomly. But mostly I was cracking up.
There were a TON of kids in the audience which I wasn't expecting. I didn't think it was such a kid show. There were also lots of skanks with I heart Rob signs. See, this is one of the reasons I feel dirty for thinking Boston Rob is hot. I don't want to be like the skanks with I heart Rob signs and wearing buffs as tube tops. I would rather be a more unique, non tube top wearing kinda skank. You know? I wonder how the skanks felt about the BRob & Ambah engagement. I wonder if Amber will have a pre-nup. Heh.
Anyway, it was a fun weekend and I am very grateful to Pumpkin and PimpDaddy for showing me such an awesome time. Now I gotta figure out what exciting thing to do tonight. Eh, who am I kidding. Tonight I clean my apartment and clear my TiVo. I can only maintain my fabulous rock star life a couple days in a row. Then I get tired like the old woman I am.
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