Woo!
Petey Pablo did a guest performance on BET's 106 & Park last night and during the interview afterwards, he took off his shirt to show all his 6 tatoos! Eeeeeeeek!
Brutha-man was lookin' MUCH buffer than in the video, and I was glued to my t.v.!

I still think he looks better in the video but he flexed his pecs for heaven's sake! A move garaunteed to make me blush and giggle like a 16 yr. old!

Cold doesn't do a damn thing for morning puffiness.

Not cold spoons, not cold cucumber slices, nothing. It just doesn't work. Not for ME anyway.

Had another "graveyard shift" practice session last night so I had the whole puffy eye thing goin' on this morning. Not pretty.

That creepy dance coach was there again (just when I thought I was safe), but he wasn't that creepy this time. He's just kinda eccentric, or as as he would put it, he has a distinct artistic personality.

"Oh hiiii!" he exclaimed as I approached the studio, "Y'know, I met your mother last week! She's so normal!"

(Huh?)

I decided that "Uh, thanks." was the best response.

He was QUITE disappointed and disgusted to learn that I 'm a meat-eater. He says he and his pals like to poke fun at meat-eaters. He says they point and snicker, and say "Oh, here come the cannibals!"

I'll admit, he stunned me with that one. *Sigh* Why must vegetarians be so corny (Get it? Get it?) ?

It just dawned on me that this is the second blog entry I've made about this character.
Dear lord, if I develop a crush on this person, I will kill myself.

Spare Rib Lover signing out.

I don't know how and I don't know when, but someone unexpected has somehow stumbled across my blogsite!
Accident or other wise,... I wonder....
Hmm, verrrrrrrrrry suspicious!

He's probably reading these words all like now! Are ya? Huh?

I like to keep my everyday contacts separate from my blog, but it looks like they're mingling a little more each day.

I'll try to refrain from censoring myself any more than usual.

C.O.T.

Y'know, I find there's something very sensual about drinking from a glass bottle.
Especially when it's an alcoholic drink ( though it still works for stuff like malt ).

It must be the combination of sensations: the smooth, cool glass and the fizz of the carbonated drink against your lips and tongue, which are a serious erogenous zone, I must say.

And THAT my friends, is the real reason why I mostly say "No thanks, I don't need it in a cup."!

Yesterday marked one whole year since I started my blogsite! That's right! It's my Blogging Anniversary!! And up to now, it STILL sounds like a cuss word!

I should really take a moment to thank the person who introduced me to this thing in the first place: Marcus a.k.a. The Invisible Man.


I really think I'd like to celebrate this milestone in some way, even if I have to stick one-a those tiny birthday candles in my mashed potatoes (I can eat that! That's an UN-processed carb!)

My Ideal Blogging Anniversary Celebration:

A magical night of Taboo and Pictionary,
With everybody on my Blog links list ( plus some others),
Complete with a chocolate anniversary cake and tequila shots,
Punctuated by subtle flirting from my crush-of-the-week,
And a couple hearty smooches for good measure.

Yup, them there is some good times.

Nothing makes you appreciate having a car at your disposal, like having that luxury taken away from you.
And it IS a luxury.

I guess I'd been taking it for granted, and now I'm bein' taught a lesson. Cha den, I can't do ANYTHING now!

Take now for example...right this minute I'd like to be able to go and check out the $10 double feature at Olympus
(yes, I actually have a free night since my partner decide he ain' practisin'. Schuuupes.)
but can I just pick up and go??
Why nooooo! Because I don't have a car!

Awright, now I'm startin' to feel like a spoiled rich kid, whining about her many "hardships".
There're plenty of people who don't have cars...and they manage just fine.

Even though I had spare ribs for lunch, yesterday was a bad day for me.

My brother was being even more unreasonable than usually. He's turning into a miserable old man before his time and that worries me. He's becoming like Dad...bitching about tiny, inconsequential details and basically getting on everybody's damn nerves.
Yup, it's a Boys vs Girls thing in my household and I hate it. Mum & I are the sunny, easy-going ones, while Dad & Warren are the dark clouds of doom.

I'd say I was in a pensive kinda mood all day. I was reflecting on my life...comparing my views to those of others, coming to the conclusion all over again, that I must be alone, and getting more and more depressed. I tellya, it's disappointing.


And THEN I burnt a batch of chocolate chip cookies.


That was the last straw. I kinda broke down and quietly shed a few tears into my barbequed ribs. I tried not to let anyone notice, but then guess who patted me on the back, and offered comforting words?

My Dad. Yeah, he has his moments, I guess.