All up in da club, bottle fulla bubb'...

I'm off to Boatyard tonight! More and more I'm believing that a good party is good for the soul...you know...to let out all that week-day frustration!
I think I'll rock a mini skirt.
Awright, gotta go get ready...

It's...Fridaaaaayy! *sigh* Fridays are so magical...so full of wonderment and hope. Never mind I often spend them a.) at work, and then b.) at home bumming around with some tortilla chips.
However, I'm fiddling with the idea of checkin' out the afterwork lime at Boatyard tonight. But I don't have anyone to go with!!
I find myself using this as an excuse too often. Here's where my Part B (B for "Bitch" of course.) steps in to lay down the 'busing at my weak, goody-two shoes Part A (A for Angel...duh.):

Part B: You are such a chickenshit sometimes! Whatever happened to your motto of "Carpe diem"? If you wanna go somewhere, just fucking go!

Part A: I don't really want to go...I was just thinking about it. And why you gotta cuss so much?

Part B: Don't change the rasshole subject. You know you wanna go
too!

And it continues like this for a while until someone comes along and distracts me.
I'll let ya know who won.

Speaking of "sugar in my bowl" I gave up sugar for Lent.
This is not an easy thing to do. Lemme be the first to admit that I've cheated a little bit. Actually I'm announcing it here in my blog with the hope that it will boost my willpower.

C.O.T.
Your sense of smell has a more powerful effect on you than ya think. Here's the situation:
A reasonably unappealing man walks past me. I don't bat an eyelash...that is until I catch wind of his scent. It's something of a phenomenon..., if it's the right cologne, my head will turn, almost against my will , to get a 2nd look at this man who, all of a sudden, becomes the most attractive thing on the street!
Weird, I tell ya. I shudder to think that a guy with the appearance and manner of a pitbull could bewitch me with just a bottle of cK Be.

Bridgetown is extremely hot today, and it reeks of sunscreen: a sure sign that cruise ships are in the port.

C.O.T.
I mentioned earlier that I would have a whole setta free time now...I wonder what gave me that impression.
Apparently I'm in another competition in June, and my slave-driver...I mean partner, obviously thinks that the concept of a night off is too far-fetched to even consider! I mentioned this to a friend last night, and all he told me was "There's no rest for the wicked." Arrrgh, I say.

C.O.T.
I need to cut my hair. I've tried to put it off, but I don't think I can hold out much longer.

I learned something about myself today. I realise that I really hate unwaxed dental floss. Why the hell do they still make it?

Sugar in My Bowl - Nina Simone

I wanna little sugar, in my bowl,
I wanna little sweetness down in my soul.
I could stand some lovin', oh so bad...
I feel so funny, I feel so sad.

I wanna little steam on my clothes,
Maybe you can fix things up so they'll go,
Whatsa' matter daddy, c'mon, save my soul,
I want some sugar in my bowl.

*music*

You been acting diff'rent, I been told,
Soothe me, I want some sugar in my bowl.

I want some steam on my clothes,
Maybe you can fix things up so they'll go
Whatsa' matter daddy, c'mon save my soul,
I want sugar in my bowl...
I ain't foolin'!
I want some sugar....
In my bowl.

This song seems to be an anthem of mine recently, and if you ask nicely, I'll sing it for you.
For those of you who are dense like me, when it comes to interpreting metaphors, it does NOT mean that I need to take a trip to de supermarket!
To put it mildly, I need a friggin' hug! And a smooch wouldn't hurt either. Girls need not apply.
(No offence chicas, but you know what I mean!)

My mood is quickly turning sour. All I wanted to do this morning is hide out in my room. Instead, here I am at work. All of a sudden everyone seems to annoy me. I think part of it is these blasted hymns emanating from my coworker's radio. This is NOT a damned funeral service! I dunno why I don't just voice my objections...they already think I'm a godless heathen for actually going partying once inna while.
I think I'll just keep quiet. I learned my lesson a while ago not to open my mouth about anything even remotely religious in nature while I'm around these people.
I'm getting the urge to pelt someone with my rubber DHL van stress-reliever toy.
Wonder if that would be considered a sin...

Mark and I came 2nd!! My arch rival A* and her partner came first of course, but that's still cool because Genesis dance studio STILL took the top two spots! We rule!
I got a big-ass trophy now, and some kinda jewelery as a prize. Yay!
My costume didn't show as much skin as I woulda liked, but hey, next year!
Now that it's over...I feel kinda lost. What the heck am I gonna do with myself now? :( So much free time.

I know! I'll take up kempo karate! That way, if I can't kick A*'s ass on the dance floor, I can at least do it in some back alley!

I'm kidding.