Turnip is off gallivanting around Poland. Because once in a while her life is way more exciting than mine. I'm not in Poland. Though I totally get to play with Pumpkin's new PUPPY this weekend and she does not so HA! Or something.
Anyway, gallivanting around Poland for work apparently involves a lot of drinking. I don't know why. It just does. So she IMs me yesterday to inform me of a drink she saw over there called a Manda Shot. How awesome is that? She sent me photos of the menu with the Manda Shot on it as well as some advertisement or something to do with the Manda Shot and it seems like it might have something to do with a superhero. And I need to find out more about this. I mean, a superhero named Manda? A drink called the Manda Shot? Well, a shot called the Manda Shot. It's all very exciting and I must know more. Though so far my research isn't bringing up much. And I am a little worried about the fact that the superhero cartoon girl in the photo was a blonde and that's WAY off from the true superhero Manda. Because I am the true superhero Manda and I have dark brown hair.
Super Manda! Manda Shot! So cool.
Turnip never mentioned what is actually in a Manda Shot. She was probably drunk while IMing me even though she said she wasn't. Luckily she's in Poland for a while and can do some more research for me. Yay. Get on that, young Turnip!
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Why he is my PimpDaddy
This amused me way more than it should've. Really.
PimpDaddy: i just had crazy night
Amanda: Dude, more car chases?
PimpDaddy: no not that crazy
Amanda: Hos?
PimpDaddy: i did see some boob though
Amanda: HOOKERS!?!?!
PimpDaddy: no
Amanda: Oh.
PimpDaddy: just some gals i was out with
Amanda: Did they make out?
PimpDaddy: no
Amanda: Why do you go out with gals other than me?
PimpDaddy: just flashed me
Amanda: For fun?
PimpDaddy: this was the first time
PimpDaddy: yes
Amanda: Just you?
PimpDaddy: just me what?
Amanda: Were you the only one they flashed?
PimpDaddy: i was the only one in easy view, although we were in a bar...so someone looking could have easily
Amanda: Were the boobies pretty?
PimpDaddy: not overly
Amanda: That's unfortunate.
PimpDaddy: its ok
PimpDaddy: boobies are boobies
Amanda: Do you feel guilty about hanging with gals who were not me?
True, but some are prettier than others.
Amanda: Jennifer Connelly had awesome ones before she became Skeletor.
PimpDaddy: yes...hers were fab
Amanda: Too bad she ruined them.
Amanda: But, do you feel guilty about hanging with gals who were not me?
PimpDaddy: no. i think its ok once in a while
PimpDaddy: better than being alone at home
Amanda: You wound me.
PimpDaddy: you're easily wounded, apparently
Amanda: So, how did this exciting evening come about?
I am. I'm sensitive.
PimpDaddy: she wanted to take me out for my birthday
Amanda: Who?
PimpDaddy: she and her friends always hit a pub in JC on wednesday
PimpDaddy: one of the secretaries from work
Amanda: You saw
PimpDaddy: its ok
PimpDaddy: i'll survive
Amanda: It's still boobie.
PimpDaddy: precisely
Amanda: Wait, you saw your secretary's boobie?
PimpDaddy: nooo
Amanda: Stranger boobie?
PimpDaddy: i saw a secretary's friend's boobies
PimpDaddy: (not my secretary)
Amanda: Okay.
Amanda: Was it boobie for your birthday?
PimpDaddy: although of all the secretaries in my office, i'd probably choose to see my secretary's first
Amanda: Awwwww, that's sweet. Never tell her.
PimpDaddy: nope. just a flash for the sake of flashing
Amanda: Oh. Birthday Boobie would've been cooler.
PimpDaddy: well my secretary is also the only one under 40
Amanda: No one wants to see old boobie. I can never flash again. (Note: Daddy, I would never ever flash, this is just a hypothetical comment, going along with the theme of the conversation.)
PimpDaddy: nah you're not that old
Amanda: I'm 30. I have a gray hair taped to my desk.
PimpDaddy: its ok. you could be older
Amanda: I could be older. Tomorrow, I will be older. A year from now I'll be way older.
PimpDaddy: stupid yankees won. so upset
Amanda: Can I put the boobie conversation in my blog.
AWESOME YANKEES WON!
PimpDaddy: if you want...sure
Amanda: Thanks.
Amanda: Should I change your name to protect you?
PimpDaddy: up to you. i don't know that anyone really knows i'm pimp daddy, do they?
PimpDaddy: and i somehow doubt that anyone from work reads the blog
Amanda: Muffy and Steph.
Amanda: No one reads my blog.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Watching the Debates
Despite my fear of Cheney, I'm watching the Vice Presidential Debates on TV right now. I mentioned my fear of Cheney earlier today to a friend. I was scared to watch the debates because I thought he might come through my TV and eat me or something. He told me I needed to get a Cheney screen for my TV to prevent that. This amused me. Of course, I now worry that writing this will put me on some list. I don't know. Is it okay to say the Vice-President scares me?
I just did a google search on "Cheney scares me" and all kinds of stuff came up. Hopefully I will be okay. He hasn't climbed through my TV screen yet...
It also seems that my Alma Mater is having a phone-a-thon tonight, calling and asking for money from Alums. Huh, I wonder if going to Wesleyan has me on a list already. Now I'll be on a list of Wesleyan alums who publicly (semi-publicly) express their fear of Cheney. Ooooh, another google... Something called Cheerleader News came up. I'm putting google away now.
Anyway. Someone from
Oh, whatever, Cheney. Like your administration gives a crap about women. This administration hates the vagina and would like to lock it up somewhere rather than letting women have control of their own bodies and wow I cannot get started on this right now.
ANYWAY. Wesleyan calls asking for money. I said now wasn't a good time and the woman on the phone laughed and said I was watching the debates, huh? Apparently everyone she's called is watching the debates. At first that made me smile being all glad that my fellow Wesleyanites are all into the debates and what's going on and all. And then I wondered what dumbasses decided that the night of the only Vice-Presidential debate of this oh so close and oh so important election would be a good night for a phone-a-thon. Silliness.
This stuff makes me so twitchy. Really. I'm glad the first debate tightened the race and that makes me happy. But reading about the election and watching these debates just makes me so tense. I'm truly terrified that Bush will win again. It's possible. And it scares the crap out of me. I fear losing my rights. I fear what horrible things this country might inflict on other nations under this administration. I fear being a non-married, non-straight, non-Christian woman in this country with Bush as a president again for a final term. I fear being asked to give up more freedom in exchange for a kind of security that I don't want and am not sure is effective. I love this country. Always have and I can't imagine me ever fleeing it. But I can also see how attractive the urge to run to Canada might be. They do have Television Without Pity there. But it's cold. But no Bush.
Dammit this election scares me. This administration scares me. And a screen for my TV might keep Cheney from coming though and eating me, but it's not going to help me or anyone if Bush wins.
I just did a google search on "Cheney scares me" and all kinds of stuff came up. Hopefully I will be okay. He hasn't climbed through my TV screen yet...
It also seems that my Alma Mater is having a phone-a-thon tonight, calling and asking for money from Alums. Huh, I wonder if going to Wesleyan has me on a list already. Now I'll be on a list of Wesleyan alums who publicly (semi-publicly) express their fear of Cheney. Ooooh, another google... Something called Cheerleader News came up. I'm putting google away now.
Anyway. Someone from
Oh, whatever, Cheney. Like your administration gives a crap about women. This administration hates the vagina and would like to lock it up somewhere rather than letting women have control of their own bodies and wow I cannot get started on this right now.
ANYWAY. Wesleyan calls asking for money. I said now wasn't a good time and the woman on the phone laughed and said I was watching the debates, huh? Apparently everyone she's called is watching the debates. At first that made me smile being all glad that my fellow Wesleyanites are all into the debates and what's going on and all. And then I wondered what dumbasses decided that the night of the only Vice-Presidential debate of this oh so close and oh so important election would be a good night for a phone-a-thon. Silliness.
This stuff makes me so twitchy. Really. I'm glad the first debate tightened the race and that makes me happy. But reading about the election and watching these debates just makes me so tense. I'm truly terrified that Bush will win again. It's possible. And it scares the crap out of me. I fear losing my rights. I fear what horrible things this country might inflict on other nations under this administration. I fear being a non-married, non-straight, non-Christian woman in this country with Bush as a president again for a final term. I fear being asked to give up more freedom in exchange for a kind of security that I don't want and am not sure is effective. I love this country. Always have and I can't imagine me ever fleeing it. But I can also see how attractive the urge to run to Canada might be. They do have Television Without Pity there. But it's cold. But no Bush.
Dammit this election scares me. This administration scares me. And a screen for my TV might keep Cheney from coming though and eating me, but it's not going to help me or anyone if Bush wins.
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