boy crazy

I am boy crazy.

I just finished watching "Mysterious Skin" and I think I might love this boy. I'd really recommend this movie and not only because I have impure thoughts about Mr. Levitt over here, but the film is riveting, well acted and directed. 2 thumbs up.


I've been out all day. I am wiped out. I got very little sleep last night. I came home, checked email and who is online, capital guy. So, we chat and chat. I come to learn he and the new girlfriend are over, so I flirt some more with him and one thing leads to another and we get talking about intimate details, stuff like flexibility, what we're wearing, not very original but you see where this is going. We're on the verge of having IM sex, but for one thing, I am a terrible typist, secondly, my computer connection isn't great and besides I've never even had phone sex, well that's not true maybe once with a boyfriend who was living far away years ago, but IM sex, weird.
I'm not that desperate. Yet.

maybe I'll just have some yogurt and go for a bike ride

This isn't a picture of me, but if I keep on the sloth path, it could be. I was thinking of having some frozen margaritas and tacos but now I think I'll sub yogurt for tacos and go for a bike ride (which afterwards I'll reward myself with a few frozen ritas). This has been a beautiful day and I haven't done that much. I couldn't even tell you what I have been doing for the last 7 hours. I can't figure it out. I got my nails did. So what exactly have I been up to for 6 1/2 hours. Not work, not dance class; I skipped it, not the gym; skipped that too, not cleaning and orgainizing my apt. or desk area. I should've been looking up basic grammar because I can't remember when you use these colans : or these things semi-colans ; And how come spell check isn't working. I can't be expected to look things up in a dictionary. How archaic! And if you know me, which I bet you don't, I can't spell. Now you know me a little better.
In other news, I need a job. But hey, it's the weekend, so I rather talk about my love life or lack there of and worry about trivial things like paying rent.
Love life or shall we say lust life. Played text message flirty flirty with this one guy, lets call him that. I am new to text messaging because my phone was evil and debunked all my texts previously, but I got that sorted out and we happily texted last night instead of talking and enduring awkward silences, which is exactly what happened when he called me after a few texts. To be fair (to me, of course), I was, how to put this, relaxed from partaking in a recreational activity earlier in the evening, and I was about as witty as a baked snack. And no, I am not high now, I just glimpsed fat free baked snack pretzels on my desk and I thought they were funnier than me last night and then I ate one.
This one guy isn't my only lust interest. There's also guy #2 also known as completely inappropriate just broke up w/ his girlfriend and we are in a thing together so it's not a good idea poet guy. So, poet guy, it is for short. I'd like to see him. He keeps blowing me off and then going to fabulous parties in fabulous places being fabulous all the while sipping from a glass of champagne, surrounded by models , throwing his head back and uproariously laughing.
Guy #3 lives in our nations capital and I think got himself a girlfriend. All we do, all we ever done, is flirt over IM. Well actually we have had coffee once when he was in town. Isn't this pathetic, but I have a teeny crush.
I'm going to just have to start inventing men up or maybe flirt back with the guys on the street that so affectionately call me mami to bump up the odds.
I better take that bike ride. Happy Friday!

You better sleep with me or I'm calling the cops (she says)!

This is a picture of my boyfriend and some other dudes. Guess which one is my man?

I just taught myself how to add pictures to my blog.

This is so great! Now whenever I am lazy, super lazy, beyond recognizable laziness I can just post a picture and be done with it.

Anyhoo, in other related news (and I came up with the idea of commenting on funny news stories) Ok Ok, I read that off someone else's blog. BUT they didn't get this scoop- check it.

FRANKFURT (Reuters) - Police in the German city of Aachen received an unusual call for help late on Wednesday when a woman telephoned to complain her husband was not fulfilling his sexual obligation.
After the couple had been sleeping in separate beds for several months without intimate contact, the 44-year-old woman woke the husband, 45, in the middle of the night and demanded he satisfy her needs, police spokesman Paul Kemen said on Thursday.
When her advances were refused, a row broke out and she called the police and asked them to intervene, he added.

- He should be beheaded. Ha ha, get it! be Head , never mind.
But seriously folks (like anyone's reading this, hopefully nobody I know, as I plan on talking about EVERYONE)...
Anyways like I was saying seriously, I need to call the cops too. And thats all I am saying. That and next time, this one guy ,we're not cuddling and other guy #2, you blew it tonight, it's finished, probably, yes finished.

And in more news about me my wallet, small bag, call it what you will, WAS recovered!!! I received a call this afternoon that it was found in front of a church. The $17 or so dollars was gone, but my passport, state ID, keys, chapstick, BDC dance card, duane reede card was all there. Even my bank card, which I canceled was in there.
A nice German woman found it! Danke Caroline!

This is my love horoscope for today:

Your unique take on events makes people laugh. A wicked sense of humor is extremely sexy -- and you'll find that someone very intriguing has noticed yours. You're hilarious without even trying.

Thanks. Wanna fuck. Can I say that? Oh, sorry, I mean shall we have a dance? And later some crumpets.
Oh and P.S. the pics, they are a joke. Geez.

Thanks to the person who stole my wallet

I was a dumbass and put my wallet down, well more like my tiny purse, for just one minute this morning and it was gone. Some quick fuckhead is now $17 or so richer. I, on the other hand have a headache this big (arms enormously outstreched) because I have been busy canceling my bank card and credit cards, finding out how to replace stolen ID, because I had BOTH my passport and my state ID in my wallet. Stupid Stupid!!! And now I have no picture ID at all. I get to spend hours at the DMV and the passport agency tomorrow AND probably spend heaps of money I don't have, weeeeee fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I had all kinds of crap in there. My laundry receipt (because I have someone else wash my clothes, I know, but I am busy and it's too hot to bother washing my clothes, and this is not the time to discuss my laziness or my imperialist attitude ) so I have to talk to them at the laundrymat so they don't give away my freshly cleaned and squarely folded clothes. I had my Duane Reede card with like millions of points racked up on there and I was suppose to get $5 off the next time I went shopping. I had my gym card, which I just replaced and they charged me $10 already. I had my house keys but luckily I had a spare set at home and my roommate who was out late last night drinking was home asleep and after only 12 phone calls she picked up and let me in the house. I had my dance card which cost $150 and in non-replaceable but it sort-of is because they said they'd give me a bunch of passes. Thanks Pam at Broadway Dance Center! I also just bought new chap stick and nail polish from Ricky's. Hope the person who stole my wallet (which by the way I just bought a week or so ago and I really thought it was adorable and functionable) enjoys all the stuff inside. Can I help you with anything else? Have a wonderful day. Thanks!

I too now have a blog.

hmm, alot of pressure to be witty. What to say? The first blog.
blog blog blog blogg blog blog blog blog.

nope, nothing coming to mind yet.