how scary is this photo? I took it because people kept saying all my photoshopped up pics didn't show my whole face-so I gave folks face+toliet for kicks. I am pure evil.

So I got a spam message that read "find a sex addict tonight"...why addict? Doesn't that mean baggage? Like why would I want to mate with someone I knew had problems even before I sobered up?
I guess the ad was aimed at lonely guys yerkin' it online-but still.
In other news...there isn't any...
My Italian Prof is trying to push me into a program in Lombardia.
My puppy is my bestfriend...just with fur.
I am addicted to Kevin Smith's online journal.
blah.

Crush

Okay, I have a confession...I have the biggest crush on the rapper T.I. . Not since Ralph Macchio have I had such a HUGE crush on someone I have never met. Last summer it got so bad I wouldn't leave the house during Suckafree Sunday. Now his face is all over promoting the movie ATL and I am just beside myself. He is so damn sexy. Like I want him to dick slap me and make me call him "the king". Is that so much to ask?

Impending Doom...

so Yosemite Sam (i.e. President Bush) gave one of his most awkward speeches this morning. People resigned from his cabinet, he looked really uncomfortable...though generally I like to watch the man suffer-it left me with an impending sense of doom.

Bad stuff is about to happen.

Brotha wit a gold tuuf' 

Red Headed Slut 

ah, e Giovanni e Piero vengono in America per un matrimonio a maggio.

Bene. Mississippi e proprio incazzato con me perche ho messo un foto di lui sul Blog. Mi sta scrivendo tanti email per dirmi che e incazzato.

Non capisco.

Quando stiamo insieme, e dolce. Ma dopo ci salutiamo e acido da morire.

Ha 40 anni ma si comporta come un bambino.

E odioso.

Che rottura!!!!

I posted a picture of someone without asking and he demanded that I delete the post.

He said it was because I didn't ask.

I have my doubts.

I don't get this guy at all.

We get along when together but he refuses my calls and emails.

Sometimes I sense he may have feelings or the capability of feelings for me.

Other times, I think he is just a cad who wants to mount and conquer me.

Everytime I see him, I can't get him out of my head for weeks.

If there is such a thing as divine intervention-I'm sure this is not the last of him.

Hey Killer,

So, of course,after seeing you, I start to question my situation...I can't tell you exactly why I have stayed with Mr. Gita for this long, and I can't even tell you if it is for the right reasons...all I can tell you is that it is complicated.

I don't like to throw something away just because it is broken...I try to fix it the best I can.
Sure, I miss passion, I miss the excitement of something new-but it seems healthier to just be quiet and comfortable.

Maybe I don't want to admit I have made a mistake... if I left him I wouldn't have a reason to stay and I would want to head back to California-but I am in school and I can't. I am afraid that I would meet someone else and be stuck.

When my closest friend told me he was engaged I cried for three days.I mourned his loss like a break-up. I am jealous that he feels such an overwhelming love for someone that he is confident enough to marry.

I can't keep my focus long enough for that.

I don't know, Killer. What am I supposed to do? You want to be my sugar daddy?

-MG

www.bitchmakemeasandwich.com

So I quit my job.

See, I was already struggling with the whole move to management-because not only was it a huge....HUGE pay cut, I have issues with authority-hence being the authority was a tad bit awkward.

Then a 25 year old girl with a limited restaurant resume became my boss after failing as a memphis police officer-which is pretty embarassing because the median IQ of the Memphis Police Force is 70.

Though I love the girl, working for her was a comedy of errors and I was done.

Then I found out I was fat.

Seems the regional manager had some misgivings about me bartending on ST PATs because she felt I was so fat other bartenders couldn't move around me.

Um, Mr. Gita bartended 2 St PATs and he is huge. She doesn't care about men, but women have to be skeletal-like her. She is 90 lbs with fake tits.

eat a sandwich, tits will grow on their own.

so I quit.

I got my whole staff drunk then left, wished them luck.

oh, but I managed to change the name of my managers to appropriate vugarities in the system computer.

oh and I lost Spanky. He was there, then gone. Spanky are you out there

But on that note, life has only gotten better.

I decided to change my major to Criminal Justice.

I am a stay at home mom to my puppy.

My personal life is in order...

Ahhh....peace.

now if you don't find this picture cute you don't have a soul...