i have not entered into this thing in FOREVER and a day, but i just got off the phone with vicky a lil while ago and she reminded me of the time when she read one of my entries here about my "bed-time pal" theo, and i said screwing or bonking or shagging or something and she had wanted to know if whatever term i had used was the same here in the us ( Read more... )

I hope i don't get burned out on dancing this much - i teach my class for an hour and then drop in on the intermediates to work on routines i already know for another hour and a half, and then on wed i have my own class for an hour and half. and i might start teaching privates ( Read more... )

Except for Home Movies, of course. Home Movies is one of my most favorite shows EVER ( Read more... )

since im waiting for my car to heat up (which it won't do...stupid car), i might as well catalogue what i had to drink tonite ( Read more... )

stupid valentine's day. screw that. ima go home and get MYSELF off, thank you very much. plus i get to work dinner tomorrow, fantastic, and get to see every happy romantic mushy cute couple. goddamnit ( Read more... )

Yesterday, my dinner shift was so incredibly horrible that I went to Barnes and Noble after work and bought this book in my lap, "waiting: the true confessions of a waitress." and thank god for it. cuz tonite's dinner shift sucked balls again, too, and the only saving factor in lunch was the last table i had - like right at three thirty ( Read more... )

just got done at a night AGAIN at the bars. now im at vodkeg with felipe, tessa, renee, joey, chadwick, and lewis ( Read more... )

Tonite was the first year anniversary of the service bar, a bar downtown just for ppl in the service industry, which rox. they had a keg of free bud lt and a pool for like eighty bux for when it would run out, and red-headed sluts for a dollar. rockin ( Read more... )

Is New Belgium EZ Street. It sucks that I poured so much of it down my left leg.

lots of mark b.'s friends are hot.

funny thing from today? i think prolly the best was when anna, the utterly pregnant wife of my restaurant's owner, was convinced i was totally talking to myself because she couldn't see james, the manager, around the corner.

love

It has been entirely too freaking long since I've updated this thing. Seriously dude ( Read more... )