I got out of seeing Peepers. (And he sounded like he had cotton in his mouth when I spoke to him. What was up with that?)

I am pleased. And I tried to reschedule. Fortunately, we will have to deal with that later. And now I'm going to feel like a dolt because I'd rather just cancel on him altogether. FOREVER. AND EVER.

Time to go to the gym.

I want to see gal pals tonight. I still need to call my dad and the #6s. Speaking of the #6s, they're both getting baptized in April. I don't want to attend. Aunt #6 hasn't mentioned it to me, but Aunt #8 has already suggested I go. And then she invited herself over to my place for April. I can only handle her in small doses too. She has very definite ideas of how she should be treated.

If I don't let her into my home, I will be a "heartless", "unloving" niece. BWAHAHAHA I am *so* looking forward to her comments on my pole. She had originally invited herself to have dinner at my place, but hopefully it will be just a short visit. The last time she visited, she asked me to go out for dinner. And then I made plans to see someone else after dinner. But after dinner, she wanted to go for coffee, and when I said I had plans already, she gave her speech. "What? I am visiting and you can't even go for a coffee with me? You are so  heartless!" Well, I would have gone if I didn't have other plans, and if she wasn't there to grill me for more information about my dad. I roll my eyes at her ridiculous attempts to give guilt trips.

Nobody in that freaking family understands what being busy is about.  

"Why are you so busy all the time?"

"How can you be so busy?"

"How can a single girl be so busy?"

"You live by yourself. How can you be busy?"

I wish I had the answers. But I am too busy.  *L*

They usually work and then hang out at home.  Sometimes I wish I had that luxury. But I like having things on the go.

It's nice to know that Googling for "sexual frustration" still brings up my blog. I hope your frustrations are cured.

Okay, I removed myself from the situation I didn't want to be in with Cute Butt Boy. I know it was the right thing to do.

Mmm...Matthew Sweet is on the radio. I'm glad to get some music back.

And am I just being sensitive? I feel like The Talker keeps insulting me. 

I don't drink.

People who don't know me can't seem to understand that, nor do they understand that's not some social stance I'm taking by not drinking. They tell tales how great a night was with alcohol. Then they cheerfully complain about the hangovers. It's as exciting to me as new parents telling me about their babies' poo.

And then they ask me to get together. They suggest a place, and say "this is a great place for a drink."

And then they will find it weird that I am only drinking water.

And then they will try to convince me to have a drink.

And then I am already tired of explaining myself.

I can't help but preferring to drink water. I don't want the sugar in juices. I'm not a fan of pop, and the last thing I want to do is be wide awake at night. That's why I am not a fan of going to places "for a drink" unless it's a coffee shop. At least I can have something warm, not too sugary, and non-alcoholic.

It's another day of eye-rolling. 

I'm in a bad mood again. At least I can go to the gym after work tonight. If I am lucky, I'm going to rent some stuff this weekend and park myself in front of the TV. I need it.

I was complaining about my lack of time to Hairy Butt Boy yesterday. I was hoping he'd also take a hint. He seems to really want to settle down right now.

So for the past couple of mornings, I thought I slept through my alarm clock. I thought to myself, "I must be *really* tired!" It's not uncommon for me to sleep through my alarm clock, but it usually eventually wakes me up. Turns out my alarm clock has been set to 6:30 PM!!! And I haven't been at home in the evenings to hear it go off.

I think I am going to buy a timer for the lamp in my living room. In the last few weeks, there have been break-ins in my building. The culprit climbs. Sure there have been break-ins on the ground floor, but this person (or people) has gone to the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th floors by climbing and entering through the balconies. One of the guys on the council thinks it's the same guy. He also mentioned something about the old couple being at home when it happened??! And that it was 8 pm in the evening?! It is kind of scary.

There's one aunt and uncle I've been meaning to call to wish a happy new year, but then my mom informed me that their house was just burglarized, and a lot of stuff was stolen, and their home was trashed. I guess I will call anyway to see how they're doing, but I don't really feel right about
making good wishes right now!! From what my mom described, it sounded horrible!

In past houses, I've lived in, we've had break-ins. One time it happened, I was 10. I was freaked out and thought they were going to come back for more stuff. I can't remember if this was the same time or not, but my aunt and uncle were over playing mahjong one night and after they left, my dad found someone in the house. He was hiding by the piano. Then he got chased out. 

Yesterday was a stressful day. I hadn't started my assignment, which was due in the evening. Actually it was due some time before class started. I did a really half-assed job on the written portion, and then I didn't do any prep for the presentation. I have always really sucked at presentations unless I prepare really well for them. Needless to say, I didn't think my presentation was very good at all. I was supposed to pick an organisation or industry and find out what the documentation standards are. I picked the PEP program, which said absolutely NOTHING. I had to present that I found nothing. Greeeaaat. *L*

I am sure there was something I wanted to blog about, but I should do some work now. 

There were days when I thought homework was fun. That must have been almost 20 years ago.

I have an assignment that's due tomorrow, and there is a presentation to go with it. I just lack the motivation right now. I'd much rather be sitting on the couch, watching Grey's Anatomy. Or sleeping. Last night was a late one.

I can't remember where I read this particular horoscope, but I was told I wouldn't really be into school right now unless I was taking "old" courses, like philosphy. Philosophy? BLEH! But I bet I would enjoy sociology. I also remember telling the astrologist back in December that I was feeling a little lost right now. And dammit, this feeling is going to last for a few more months.

It's driving me crazy. Even The Nice American can sense I am feeling lost. The Nice American has turned into a female friend. When a girl starts talking to a guy about her guy problems, we know that the guy has landed in the friend zone. I even use different nicknames than the ones here. We have Full Blown and The Shopper. *L* so dumb. I guess I am hoping someone, somewhere can shed some light. I also hope The Nice America has stopped looking for this blog!

Full Blown has turned into something that I don't want. He confuses me a little. But I just try to convince myself of what the situation is. And then it becomes my reality. I am way too good keeping myself safe -- to the point where I just shut people out. You know what's weird? I can be most open to people that I trust completely (who will accept me for no matter who I am) or people I don't really care to know (why would I care what they think of me?). Anyone in between gets a little bit of me in small doses. I'm like a pistachio...I show only a little.

I wonder what The Talker got up to today. I hadn't heard from him all day.

I also started thinking about that book..._He's Just Not that Into you_. They say if a guy doesn't call, he's not interested, but I was wondering if it's the same for girls. Sometimes I am a little interested in a guy, but not call him. I rarely call guys. But I do seem to like a little bit of chase. But not too much of one. I give up easily. *L* Like why bother going after a guy who's not interested at all?

Should I even be thinking about dating? Despite that I do eventually want something long-term, it just doesn't feel right right now. I don't want to be an aimless dater. When I was younger, I'd date guys for a long time, knowing things would never last forever. And then later on in life, it was really frustrating dating guys who didn't know what they wanted. 

I am just looking forward to my Saturn return. 

Chinese New Year is my favourite holiday. *siiiiigh*

Yesterday I caught some lion dances. Why didn't I ever get into Chinese martial arts?!? Some things just stir up emotions for me.  

I made all sorts of phone calls to aunts. I think I have just two left. I never know how to make good wishes. Bleh.

And really...what the hell am I doing?! 

I'm waiting for cycles of hair. Hopefully in 2 or 3 cycles, all will be better. I don't want to wait 5 weeks in between services even though that was the esthetician's recommendation!

I am still fighting the inklings of this cold. Even though I had slept 11 hours 2 nights ago, I was still tired by 11 pm. And then it took an hour for the alarm clock to wake me up.

Ooooh ... but then again I did go for the Brazilian. Those seem to tire me out.

No wonder I had problems Googling for more information on them...I kept spelling it wrong. Anyway, I bought some of these sheets at the sex show. I was a little worried they weren't going to be deep enough for my mattress. I am still a little worried, but I guess I will see after they come out of the wash. I will probably need help getting them on since there are doodads to go underneath the mattress. My mattress is really thick and heavy. With my old one, I could flip and turn it all on my own. There is no way I could do that with my current one.

Sportsheets are bondage sheets. Even at their Web site, you have to dig around for a clear understanding. They remind me of flannel, but they come with these velcroed parts, and you can attach tethers to these parts. No need for tying things to bed posts anymore I was dying to buy accessories at the show. But...it's not like I have a partner at this point in time. And this is something I'd break out on the first night anyway.

**begin long post...here begins my babble. The more public friendly stuff has ended!

It's a little weird how things can go downhill so quickly. Over the last several days, The Talker and I had been ... talking... a lot. It was great. Maybe things got intense too quickly. Anyway, we were out a couple of nights ago. I'm not sure what happened. I couldn't handle the talking, and I snapped. We were in my car after dinner in the process of deciding what to do next. I decided that I wanted to call it a night. I told him I couldn't handle the talking, so we were in my car for the next 3 and a half hours doing more talking. I was a little worried that he was going to freak out in my car or something. I thought we got past whatever it was.

The yesterday, he messaged me telling me had been doing some thinking over the events that transpired the previous night. I had a bad feeling about this. He started giving me his points of view on the kind of person I was, how I felt about him, etc. This was all too much for me, and I seriously didn't have the mental capacity to deal with it. I was at work, trying to get stuff done, and  I was tired. It was a lot of going around in circles and I was really tired of it. I felt like I was in some debate or he was saying things that I had to prove or disprove. Then he was all "I just like and want to get to know you better. I'm not making you defensive. I'll leave you alone." But he he didn't. He talked to me some more...tried to get me talk. And he tried again last night. And this morning.

All I needed was some space, I think.  

But I felt kind of badgered. 

"You are ..."

"You probably..." 

"You seem..."

"You...you...you..."

How could I not get defensive? I told him I didn't want to deal with it at the moment, but he wanted answers *now* And that is how I felt.

And then the whole "you didn't really like me...never have anything nice to say about me...respond to my compliments like they don't mean anything..."  What am I supposed to say to that? And I was *really* tired of saying "I don't" after every time he said, "you have all these other guys anyway."

Flashes of the tall J Man came back... 

No matter what I said, I couldn't win with The Talker. He had already convinced himself of whatever reality it was. Nothing had changed since our evening together, but by the next morning, he had decided in his head what the truth was.

Talking to him also reminded me of arguing with my dad, which is probably why I just completely crumpled. This is the dad situation...My dad makes a point. I disagree. He tries to convince me of what he is saying is right, etc. I say something otherwise. He either tries to convince me some more or twists my words so that they complement what he is saying. Over time, I just learned to shut up and give the ol' YEP and UH HUH. It would be just easier to let him think he's right than to go on with a knock-down drag out argument/debate/etc.

I couldn't deal with the drama either. It was at the point where I asked him what he wanted from me. I couldn't say to him "well, you said you were going to leave me alone." He would tell me he was going to leave me alone, but come back and apologise and try to start a conversation with me. I am just passive that way. If he wanted to not talk to me anymore, I would have just accepted it. I am really used to people ditching me. I guess that is kind of cold, but I am just not the kind of person who tries to change someone else's mind when they've stated their choice.

It's unfortunate, things turned out in such a sour fashion.

He did bring me back to some issues that I've avoided thinking about for a while.

1. Blogging...why do I do it?

2. Blogging about other people...is it fair?

3. My "coldness"

1. I can't explain why I blog other than I like it. I claim to want privacy, but my blog is on the Internet. I don't mind regular readers, but I'm open (to a point) because it's not like my blog is famous. I don't have an answer for why I don't just type everything in a Word file. I mean I enjoy reading about people's lives. Maybe I figure someone will get just as much enjoyment out of my blog.

2. The things I say about people...they're things I would say in person. Is it fair to talk about other people when I am not considering their privacy? My blog is still about me. I try to talk about my experiences with other people in relation to me. If their privacy is compromised because someone else is looking for dirt, I can't do anything about that. It's not my job. I have not said anything that would compromise someone's safety. And I've not made up any lies, so why be afraid of the truth? Of course some things are better coming from the horse's mouth directly instead of finding discoveries on the 'net. However, I am also in the school of thought where you should be careful of what you wish for. Seek and ye may receive.

3. I am very guarded with people, i.e., guys, I am getting to know. I'm not going to be affectionate and cuddly right away.  I don't even see myself as a cold person. And I seriously don't understand when someone calls me cold. And then they can't even give me an example when I ask. There was one night when The P Man left my place, and I had something to offend him...not sure what. He just kind of had his mouth open and said to me, "you are *so* cold." And I was like, "what do you mean?" But then he left. I dunno. I just know that I'm not a cold person and especially towards people I care about.

I just signed up for a seminar at a sex shop.

Time to go wash some sheets. 

I've been doing a lot of thinking over the past couple of days, and this is usually the place where I work things out or just let it all out. However, I just can't seem to do it lately. I have started typing away and then closed the browser.

Meh. 

All day today I'd been feeling tired and cranky.

Then I noticed my throat's been kind of scratchy.

This is no regular not-enough-sleep tiredness. I am getting *sick*.

Hopefully, my preventative measures can help. I'd love to take a sick day tomorrow, but I have a meeting at 10:30. I'll see how I feel in the morning. But then again, that meeting is not really mandatory.

This means no homework tonight. I'm going to bed!

I really don't want to be sick right now. It's not a good time!

I was thinking about my stress levels again today. It took that trip to England to realise how much I really needed a break. Since I've come home, I've not change my lifestyle at all. In fact, I feel really disorganised most of the time, and it's like I am barely keeping up with myself. I feel like I'm a chicken running around with its head cut off.

I think I need to sit down, prioritise, and not let myself get side-tracked.

And dangnabbit, the prime rate went up today.

The Top 40 Ways Men Fail in Bed 

1. NOT KISSING FIRST. Avoiding her lips and diving straight for the erogenous zones makes her feel like you're paying by the hour and trying to get your money's worth by cutting out nonessentials. A properly passionate kiss is the ultimate form of foreplay.

2. BLOWING TOO HARD IN HER EAR. Admit it, some kid at school told you girls love this. Well, there's a difference between being erotic and blowing as if you're trying to extinguish the candles on your 50th birthday cake. That hurts.

3. NOT SHAVING. You often forget you have a porcupine strapped to your chin which you rake repeatedly across your partner's face and thighs. When she turns her head from side to side, it's not passion, it's avoidance.

4. SQUEEZING HER BREAST. Most men act like a housewife testing a melon for ripeness when they get their hand on a pair. Stroke, caress, and smooth them.

5. BITING HER NIPPLES. Why do men fasten onto a woman's nipples, then clamp down like they're trying to deflate her body via her breasts? Nipples are highly sensitive. They can't stand up to chewing. Lick and suck them gently. Flicking your tongue across them is good. Pretending they're a doggie toy isn't.

6. TWIDDLING HER NIPPLES. Stop doing that thing where you twiddle the nipples between finger and thumb like you're trying to find a radio station in a hilly area. Focus on the whole breasts, not just the exclamation points.

7. IGNORING THE OTHER PARTS OF HER BODY. A woman is not a highway with just three turnoffs: Breastville East and West, and the Midtown Tunnel. There are vast areas of her body which you've ignored far too often as you go bombing straight into downtown Vagina. So start paying them some attention.

8. GETTING THE HAND TRAPPED. Poor manual dexterity in the underskirt region can result in tangled fingers and underpants. If you're going to be that aggressive, just ask her to take the damn things off.

9. LEAVING HER A LITTLE PRESENT. Condom disposal is the man's responsibility. You wore it, you store it.

10. ATTACKING THE CLITORIS. Direct pressure is very unpleasant, so gently rotate your fingers along side of the clitoris.

11. STOPPING FOR A BREAK. Women, unlike men, don't pick up where they left off. If you stop, they plummet back to square one very fast. If you can tell she's not there, keep going at all costs, numb jaw or not.

12. UNDRESSING HER AWKWARDLY. Women hate looking stupid, but stupid she will look when naked at the waist with a sweater stuck over her head. Unwrap her like an elegant present, not a kid's toy.

13. GIVING HER A WEDGIE DURING FOREPLAY. Stroking her gently through her panties can be very sexy. Pulling the material up between her thighs and yanking it back and forth is not.

14. BEING OBSESSED WITH THE VAGINA. Although most men can find the clitoris without maps, they still believe that the vagina is where it's all at. No sooner is your hand down there than you're trying to stuff stolen banknotes up a chimney. This is okay in principle, but if you're not careful, it can hurt - so don't get carried away. It's best to pay more attention to her clitoris and the exterior of her vagina at first, then gently slip a finger inside her and see if she likes it.

15. MASSAGING TOO ROUGHLY. You're attempting to give her a sensual, relaxing massage to get her in the mood. Hands and fingertips are okay; elbows and knees are not.

16. UNDRESSING PREMATURELY. Don't force the issue by stripping before she's at least made some move toward getting your stuff off, even if it's just undoing a couple of buttons.

17. TAKING YOUR PANTS OFF FIRST. A man in socks and underpants is a at his worst. Lose the socks first.

18. GOING TOO FAST. When you get to the penis-in-vagina situation, the worst thing you can do is pump away like an industrial power tool -she'll soon feel like an assembly-line worker made obsolete by your technology. Build up slowly, with clean, straight, regular thrusts.

19. GOING TOO HARD. If you bash your great triangular hip bones into her thigh or stomach, the pain is equal to two weeks of horseback riding concentrated into a few seconds.

20. COMING TOO SOON. Every man's fear. With reason. If you shoot before you see the whites of her eyes, make sure you have a backup plan to ensure her pleasure too.

21. NOT COMING SOON ENOUGH. It may appear to you that humping for an hour without climaxing is the mark of a sex god, but to her it's more likely the mark of a numb vagina. At least buy some intriguing wall hangings, so she has something to hold her interest while you're playing Marathon Man.

22. ASKING IF SHE HAS COME. You really ought to be able to tell. Most women make noise. But if you really don't know, don't ask.

23. PERFORMING ORAL SEX TOO GENTLY. Don't act like a giant cat at a saucer of milk. Get your whole mouth down there, and concentrate on gently rotating or flicking your tongue on her clitoris.

24. NUDGING HER HEAD DOWN. Men persist in doing this until she's eyeball-to-penis, hoping that it will lead very swiftly to mouth-to-penis. All women hate this. It's about three steps from being dragged to a cave by their hair. If you want her to use her mouth, use yours; try talking seductively to her.

25. NOT WARNING HER BEFORE YOU CLIMAX. Sperm tastes like sea water mixed with egg white. Not everybody likes it. When she's performing oral sex, warn her before you come so she can do what's necessary.

26. MOVING AROUND DURING FELLATIO. Don't thrust. She'll do all the moving during fellatio. You just lie there. And don't grab her head.

27. TAKING ETIQUETTE ADVICE FROM PORN MOVIES. In X-rated movies, women seem to love it when men ejaculate over them. In real life, it just means more laundry to do.

28. MAKING HER RIDE ON TOP FOR AGES. Asking her to be on top is fine. Lying there grunting while she does all the hard work is not. Caress her gently, so that she doesn't feel quite so much like the captain of a schooner. And let her have a rest.

29. ATTEMPTING ANAL SEX AND PRETENDING IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. This is how men earn a reputation for not being able to follow directions. If you want to put it there, ask her first. And don't think that being drunk is an excuse.

30. TAKING PICTURES. When a man says, "Can I take a photo of you?" she'll hear the words "__to show my buddies." At least let her have custody of them.

31. NOT BEING IMAGINATIVE ENOUGH. Imagination is anything from drawing patterns on her back to pouring honey on her and licking it off. Fruit, vegetables, ice and feathers are all handy props; hot candle wax and permanent dye are a no no.

32. SLAPPING YOUR STOMACH AGAINST HERS. There is no less erotic noise. It's as sexy as a belching contest.

33. ARRANGING HER IN STUPID POSES. If she wants to do advanced yoga in bed, fine, but unless she's a Romanian gymnast, don't get too ambitious. Ask yourself if you want a sexual partner with snapped hamstrings.

34. LOOKING FOR HER PROSTATE. Read this carefully: Anal stimulation feels good for men because they have a prostate. Women don't.

35. GIVING LOVE BITES. It is highly erotic to exert some gentle suction on the sides of the neck, if you do it carefully. No woman wants to have to wear turtlenecks and jaunty scarves for weeks on end.

36. BARKING INSTRUCTIONS. Don't shout encouragement like a coach with a megaphone. It's not a big turn-on.

37. TALKING DIRTY. It makes you sound like a lonely magazine editor calling a 1-900 line. If she likes nasty talk, she'll let you know.

38. NOT CARING WHETHER SHE COMES. You have to finish the job. Keep on trying until you get it right, and she might even do the same for you.

39. SQUASHING HER. Men generally weigh more than women, so if you lie on her a bit too heavily, she will turn blue.

40. THANKING HER. Never thank a woman for having sex with you. Your bedroom is not a soup kitchen.

The Top 40 Ways Men Fail in Bed 

1. NOT KISSING FIRST. Avoiding her lips and diving straight for the erogenous zones makes her feel like you're paying by the hour and trying to get your money's worth by cutting out nonessentials. A properly passionate kiss is the ultimate form of foreplay.

2. BLOWING TOO HARD IN HER EAR. Admit it, some kid at school told you girls love this. Well, there's a difference between being erotic and blowing as if you're trying to extinguish the candles on your 50th birthday cake. That hurts.

3. NOT SHAVING. You often forget you have a porcupine strapped to your chin which you rake repeatedly across your partner's face and thighs. When she turns her head from side to side, it's not passion, it's avoidance.

4. SQUEEZING HER BREAST. Most men act like a housewife testing a melon for ripeness when they get their hand on a pair. Stroke, caress, and smooth them.

5. BITING HER NIPPLES. Why do men fasten onto a woman's nipples, then clamp down like they're trying to deflate her body via her breasts? Nipples are highly sensitive. They can't stand up to chewing. Lick and suck them gently. Flicking your tongue across them is good. Pretending they're a doggie toy isn't.

6. TWIDDLING HER NIPPLES. Stop doing that thing where you twiddle the nipples between finger and thumb like you're trying to find a radio station in a hilly area. Focus on the whole breasts, not just the exclamation points.

7. IGNORING THE OTHER PARTS OF HER BODY. A woman is not a highway with just three turnoffs: Breastville East and West, and the Midtown Tunnel. There are vast areas of her body which you've ignored far too often as you go bombing straight into downtown Vagina. So start paying them some attention.

8. GETTING THE HAND TRAPPED. Poor manual dexterity in the underskirt region can result in tangled fingers and underpants. If you're going to be that aggressive, just ask her to take the damn things off.

9. LEAVING HER A LITTLE PRESENT. Condom disposal is the man's responsibility. You wore it, you store it.

10. ATTACKING THE CLITORIS. Direct pressure is very unpleasant, so gently rotate your fingers along side of the clitoris.

11. STOPPING FOR A BREAK. Women, unlike men, don't pick up where they left off. If you stop, they plummet back to square one very fast. If you can tell she's not there, keep going at all costs, numb jaw or not.

12. UNDRESSING HER AWKWARDLY. Women hate looking stupid, but stupid she will look when naked at the waist with a sweater stuck over her head. Unwrap her like an elegant present, not a kid's toy.

13. GIVING HER A WEDGIE DURING FOREPLAY. Stroking her gently through her panties can be very sexy. Pulling the material up between her thighs and yanking it back and forth is not.

14. BEING OBSESSED WITH THE VAGINA. Although most men can find the clitoris without maps, they still believe that the vagina is where it's all at. No sooner is your hand down there than you're trying to stuff stolen banknotes up a chimney. This is okay in principle, but if you're not careful, it can hurt - so don't get carried away. It's best to pay more attention to her clitoris and the exterior of her vagina at first, then gently slip a finger inside her and see if she likes it.

15. MASSAGING TOO ROUGHLY. You're attempting to give her a sensual, relaxing massage to get her in the mood. Hands and fingertips are okay; elbows and knees are not.

16. UNDRESSING PREMATURELY. Don't force the issue by stripping before she's at least made some move toward getting your stuff off, even if it's just undoing a couple of buttons.

17. TAKING YOUR PANTS OFF FIRST. A man in socks and underpants is a at his worst. Lose the socks first.

18. GOING TOO FAST. When you get to the penis-in-vagina situation, the worst thing you can do is pump away like an industrial power tool -she'll soon feel like an assembly-line worker made obsolete by your technology. Build up slowly, with clean, straight, regular thrusts.

19. GOING TOO HARD. If you bash your great triangular hip bones into her thigh or stomach, the pain is equal to two weeks of horseback riding concentrated into a few seconds.

20. COMING TOO SOON. Every man's fear. With reason. If you shoot before you see the whites of her eyes, make sure you have a backup plan to ensure her pleasure too.

21. NOT COMING SOON ENOUGH. It may appear to you that humping for an hour without climaxing is the mark of a sex god, but to her it's more likely the mark of a numb vagina. At least buy some intriguing wall hangings, so she has something to hold her interest while you're playing Marathon Man.

22. ASKING IF SHE HAS COME. You really ought to be able to tell. Most women make noise. But if you really don't know, don't ask.

23. PERFORMING ORAL SEX TOO GENTLY. Don't act like a giant cat at a saucer of milk. Get your whole mouth down there, and concentrate on gently rotating or flicking your tongue on her clitoris.

24. NUDGING HER HEAD DOWN. Men persist in doing this until she's eyeball-to-penis, hoping that it will lead very swiftly to mouth-to-penis. All women hate this. It's about three steps from being dragged to a cave by their hair. If you want her to use her mouth, use yours; try talking seductively to her.

25. NOT WARNING HER BEFORE YOU CLIMAX. Sperm tastes like sea water mixed with egg white. Not everybody likes it. When she's performing oral sex, warn her before you come so she can do what's necessary.

26. MOVING AROUND DURING FELLATIO. Don't thrust. She'll do all the moving during fellatio. You just lie there. And don't grab her head.

27. TAKING ETIQUETTE ADVICE FROM PORN MOVIES. In X-rated movies, women seem to love it when men ejaculate over them. In real life, it just means more laundry to do.

28. MAKING HER RIDE ON TOP FOR AGES. Asking her to be on top is fine. Lying there grunting while she does all the hard work is not. Caress her gently, so that she doesn't feel quite so much like the captain of a schooner. And let her have a rest.

29. ATTEMPTING ANAL SEX AND PRETENDING IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. This is how men earn a reputation for not being able to follow directions. If you want to put it there, ask her first. And don't think that being drunk is an excuse.

30. TAKING PICTURES. When a man says, "Can I take a photo of you?" she'll hear the words "__to show my buddies." At least let her have custody of them.

31. NOT BEING IMAGINATIVE ENOUGH. Imagination is anything from drawing patterns on her back to pouring honey on her and licking it off. Fruit, vegetables, ice and feathers are all handy props; hot candle wax and permanent dye are a no no.

32. SLAPPING YOUR STOMACH AGAINST HERS. There is no less erotic noise. It's as sexy as a belching contest.

33. ARRANGING HER IN STUPID POSES. If she wants to do advanced yoga in bed, fine, but unless she's a Romanian gymnast, don't get too ambitious. Ask yourself if you want a sexual partner with snapped hamstrings.

34. LOOKING FOR HER PROSTATE. Read this carefully: Anal stimulation feels good for men because they have a prostate. Women don't.

35. GIVING LOVE BITES. It is highly erotic to exert some gentle suction on the sides of the neck, if you do it carefully. No woman wants to have to wear turtlenecks and jaunty scarves for weeks on end.

36. BARKING INSTRUCTIONS. Don't shout encouragement like a coach with a megaphone. It's not a big turn-on.

37. TALKING DIRTY. It makes you sound like a lonely magazine editor calling a 1-900 line. If she likes nasty talk, she'll let you know.

38. NOT CARING WHETHER SHE COMES. You have to finish the job. Keep on trying until you get it right, and she might even do the same for you.

39. SQUASHING HER. Men generally weigh more than women, so if you lie on her a bit too heavily, she will turn blue.

40. THANKING HER. Never thank a woman for having sex with you. Your bedroom is not a soup kitchen.

I don't usually post this kind of stuff...But I think it's me, except for the philosophical part. Ew, philosophy.

***You Are a Seeker Soul***

You are on a quest for knowledge and life challenges.
You love to be curious and ask a ton of questions.
Since you know so much, you make for an interesting conversationalist.
Mentally alert, you can outwit almost anyone (and have fun doing it!).

Very introspective, you can be silently critical of others.
And your quiet nature makes it difficult for people to get to know you.
You see yourself as a philosopher, and you take everything philosophically.
Your main talent is expressing and communicating ideas.

Souls you are most compatible with: Hunter Soul and Visionary Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?
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I'm a really deep sleeper for the most part. I don't sleep as well with someone next time me usually.

Anyway, I think my body is still trying to catch up from the weekend. When I woke this morning, I had a missed call from my cell phone, which was in my room. The call came at 6:30 this morning. I hope telemarketers aren't invading my cell phone. I've missed two early morning Restricted calls this month so far.

Hershey peanut butter  kisses are really good. I think they'd go really well with my cookies. I was tempted to buy some more but every time I buy sweets, I eat just a couple and then I get bored. I seem to get bored easily. Or conversely, maybe I just need a little bit of whatever it is to whet my appetite.

I am starting to freak out about a homework assignment. My company is going for PEP certification and is progressing through the levels. I figured I would look into what this quality control thingee says about documentation. My assignment is to research this kind of thing and then do a little presentation about it.

I can't spend any cash until Tuesday. BWAHAHAHA I have just enough on me for parking Saturday and Monday. That's just classic. I can't wait to make my Stila and Origins trips. 

I know new parents can get very excited about their newborns and like to share all the details...but...

the way their babies' poo looks and descriptions of the consistency is something I am really *not* interested in knowing about.

I picked up some Hershey peanut butter kisses and almond kisses today. The packaging is tough! I was not able to rip open the package with my bare hands. They'd better be worth the wait.

While I was in the store, of course I noticed all the Valentine's Day stuff. I am so disjointed from that day.

For the last couple of years, I've been in Hong Kong and it just happened that Chinese New Year was really close to Valentine's Day, so I was bombarded with Chinese New Year stuff. That was great! Valentine's Day has never meant a lot to me. 

I don't remember what I did last year...

2004...I was rushing around the day of trying to get a gift together. It was the time of the tall J Man. He and I didn't even want the same things. I was very patient, but Valentine's Day was pretty much his test. I dumped him the day after.

2003...The C Man...We were never official, and I hadn't planned on doing anything for Valentine's Day, so it was another mad rush trying to get something together. I do remember going to a club with him and his sister who was visiting. The whole C Man experience was very lame. I don't need to go down memory lane on that one.

2002...The D Man...that was a long time ago. I think I went down south to visit.

I think I hated Valentine's Day during school, too...with the whole Valentine's Day card exchanges. Bleh! Maybe I am just not a romantic. It's not even that it reminds me of my status. It was kind of a pain when I had a boyfriend.

Man, I am sounding like Debbie Downer *wuah wuah*

On the other hand, I am able to listen to my regular radio station online again! Woo! 

I came online to do some homework only to find that it'd be better to do it at work. I was hoping to do something and get a lot accomplished by the end of the week. I'm not going to have any time this weekend to do homework.

I used to not mind homework, but I guess it's different now because I am at work for the day. My plan is to go to the gym before work tomorrow. And then do some homework at the office, leaving me time to relax at home.

I was just completely bagged today. I guess I was still recovering from Saturday night. After work, I was driving to the gym, and I was just so out of it that I drove home when I was a couple blocks away from the gym. I did do some vaccuuming, though. My floors still need a cleaning.

I have a friend who doesn't believe in fate. I believe in fate because I don't think there can be anything that is absolutely random. We were talking about people who come into our lives. I think everyone crosses path for a reason. The reason may not be significant, but still a reason nonetheless. 

It was phone call after phone call tonight, but I at least I finally called T back. She and her hubby are trying for kids!! Such an exciting time. Her goal has been to have her first child by the time she is 30. I feel so bad that I haven't made a huge effort to call in the last several weeks. Then while we were hanging up, Poola called. She wanted to know about my weekend. And then I returned Cute Butt Boy's call.

I wonder why he calls me.

So I went and voted today. I'm really disappointed by the overall results, but I am glad how my riding turned out. I thought it was really strange that I had to verbally re-state my name and address at the polling booth. Nobody else I know (from other polling stations) seemed to have to do it. They did not even ask for ID.

I am also feeling a little censored again. 

I got to watch 24 early tonight. With the whole Chloe-Spencer thing, did he use her? I am sure Edgar wants her, but maybe there is some chemistry between her and Lynn? Chloe is just too funny. I am looking forward to next week's episode.

Hmm...I need a nickname. Maybe I will think of one later, if I need one. PQ Dude ... talking to him makes me want to tear my hair out sometimes. I am kind of glad he hasn't been around lately. Maybe he should be The Complainer. He reminds me of my dad that way. Maybe it's just a side effect of being depressed. I think Dr. T told me about this...passive-aggressiveness. He complains about stuff that is going wrong, and I offer suggestions to solve his problems, and then he shoots them down. A few months ago, I totally blew up at him because my patience was worn thin. I finally apologised, and then he goes and springs the "do you know how much you mean to me" biz.

Ugh. All I could say was no. He's just a dude on the Internet to me. I do not even consider him a friend. He made a lot of small talk with me in the past. But tonight he had a headache.

Time to make one more call before I go to sleep. I am tired! 

Why can't tBlog be Firefox friendly?? Why??? Why???

The javascript doesn't work, and that is my biggest beef.

Why does tBlog bend over for IE??? 

I was all set to post about my date with The Talker, but since he reads this blog, I don't feel like sharing my thoughts right now.

Well, maybe I will.

We met up at supermarket. We went to a couple of malls. It reminded me what high school kids would do. That is funny to me. I was nervous at first. I thought he was wearing too much cologne, but the smell either dissipated or I got used to the scent. Or maybe it's that part of my cycle where my sense of smell isn't overly sensitive. I felt bad for being late. 

It wasn't an awkward date.  The chemistry was fantastic. Mmmm....We're getting together again Friday. I can't wait!!

Ever since Sushiguy and I had some blue fin tuna, I hadn't forgotten...it was so good...melted in our mouths. My favourite local Japanese restaurant has it too, but I have not had the courage the spend the money for it, yet. I need a special occasion.

So, yesterday, The Nice American came up to visit. It was a good day. We saw King Kong. OMG, why didn't anyone tell me that movie sucked *so* much ass? The Kong part was cool, but the movie was just so boring. Lots of Naomi shrieking and Kong nostril flaring, but what else was there? Jack Black didn't even cut it for me, either. I even fell asleep at some part. He also helped me out with getting some stuff hung up on my walls. I am so thankful for that, too! I felt bad that his visit was on the lame side.

Friday night, Poola and  I went dancing. That sucked ass, too. We went to that particular club because the place never changes, and we wanted to dance. The cover band got creative with their tunes, and they did way too much talking. And then when the band was taking a break, the DJ was playing songs that were not dance-able, or they were just songs we'd never heard of. We also made the decision that we would not even entertain guys trying to talk/dance with us. We had some great plan to pretend we were deaf, but it didn't really work with people sitting next to us at our table. But for the dance floor, we just turned our backs to anyone who tried to dance with us. And we did do that. We'd face the wall and dance with it or we'd dance to the empty stage. Our trick worked like a charm. Oh, and the club stunk. People had said it before, but I never noticed 'til last night. The smell was a mixture of farts, sewage, and sausage burps.

For the most of the weekend, The Talker and I kept in contact. Last night, we had a ridiculously (in a good way) long phone conversation. I think it was about 7 hours?! He is sounding pretty great at this point. I was supposed to go on a date this afternoon with Fishy Boy. I probably would have kept it if I didn't go to sleep at 7 in the morning.

I phoned him to cancel this morning, but I lied and said I wasn't feeling well. I feel...wrong about that. It's not usually my style. But I just wouldn't have felt right to cancel at the last minute and say I just didn't want to see him. But then that would have been the right thing to do, right? I dunno.

And Newfie Boy and The Father both tried to follow out with their date requests. It took me almost a week to get back to The Father, but I had to tell him that we could still try again for brunch but I couldn't offer him more than friendship at this point. And when Newfie Boy asked me about getting together again, I also told him I could not offer him more than friendship. I need to repeat this "I cannot offer you more than friendship at this point" to at least one more person.

But in all honesty, I can't even offer friendship to these people. I don't need more friends, and I don't want more male friends. The friends I have already are important to me, and guy friends...well, they never want to be just friends. They say they do, but they always try to make a move if they don't have a girlfriend. Or if they do have a girlfriend, I never hear from them again. Not exactly my idea of friendship.

I am definitely not into meeting more new guys right now. 

Hmm, time is running out. I was going to make a few stops before meeting up with The Talker. I was going to pick up some peanuts so I can make my own peanut butter! I am out of peanut butter, and I want to use my Bamix to make some. I was also going to pick up some produce. I guess I can do that later.

I also figured out why my face has been so itchy. The itchy areas are the ones that had the NdYag scan laser treatment. I don't see this dry itchiness as a good sign. I am going to cancel my next appointment and possibley never go for another one of those treatments again!!

No hips make for jeans that wan't stay up.

I hate wearing belts, which is why I rarely do.

But then I look at other people's belts, and I think they look cool.

Belts are also great for ...um, never mind.

I have to get a whole bunch of stuff ready before our new hire starts. I'll be doing most of the mentoring. I'll have to get her up to speed so I can move on!! 

Geez, when I was trying to go offline at night, Newfie Boy was still trying to keep the conversation. Does "I'm going to bed now" not mean anything? And the first person to chat me up when I get into work...guess who? Geez. Doesn't this guy need sleep? And when I give one word answers to his millions of questions, doesn't that tell him anything?? Gaaah.

I am exhausted!

With this whole new tBlog, my hits are looking a little different. The # of page loads seem to have doubled because of the way the site works?! The difference between the page loads vs. visitors is quite obvious.

I came in a little later to work than I had wanted to this morning. I ended up going through my wardrobe to pick out an outfit for tonight since I forgot to do that last night.  I am still not sure what to wear. Oh well.

Well, since I was feeling dishonest with Cute Butt Boy, I told him I had a date coming up on Sunday. He'd asked about "competition" earlier in our conversation since I told him a (male) friend was visiting me Saturday for the day.

Then came the deflated "oh" and then then questions..."how old is he? What does he do?" I answered his questions honestly, but I still had to make sure about stuff. This whole time I figured he was not wanting anything serious and that he would understand if I dated other people. I said to him, "you don't want anything serious, right?" And he was like, "yeah, that's right. Go date! Go have fun! Just tell me if you do anything with him, though."

And *that* reminded me of The Talker.

I've been talking to The Talker a lot the past couple of days. It's been nice getting to know him better. We talked so much today that despite that I was "working" from home today, I didn't get all my stuff together before class tonight.

I wish my class' lab had better work stations. We sit in these puny little chairs that don't even have arm rests or high back support :p And there is such little room to move the mouse, which makes it difficult when using Photoshop.

I am too tired to write any more. I am sure I was going to say something else. Tomorrow night I am going dancing, though!! Good times, I hope!

Edit: I am so tired and cranky now! Newfie Boy has been talking to me way too much...he's good at making conversation but he's always trying to make conversation while I'm in the middle of something. I feel like he's online all day or something...whenever I am online, he chats me up. I think it's because I am just not that interested in him which is making me feel this way.

On the other hand, The Talker was just full of jokes tonight. Ugh. I much prefer it when we're actually conversing about something. Hmm, I wonder if he will read this, too.

And my face has been so freakin' itchy lately. I have no idea why. 

I always get *so* excited for travel plans.

The family vacation in August is *booked* . Me and 10 other family members on a ship -- nice!! It would have been nice if any of the Australian contingent could have joined us. Maybe they still will. It'd be great if Q was there. I miss her! This is just family from my mom's side.

I said to my mom one day that I would like to be with a guy who has a big family, and she said that was a bad idea. My dad has (or had) 7 sisters and 1 brother. None of them really seem to get along. They're always bickering and someone is always not talking to someone else because she's pissed off. Or there is just a lot of gossip, and nobody can mind her own business. My mom made a good point. My mom has 3 brothers, and they all had 2 or 3 kids, and we're all quite close in age. It's a good time :)

 Let's see...I have 7 months go get into *really* good shape. I need to find a running plan. My trainer had given me one years ago, but I think I may have tossed it. And now since they all know I have a tattoo, I don't have to worry about what kind of bathing suit to wear!!

 And Vegas! I just checked some flight prices, and they have *dropped* a couple  of hundred!!!!! I must book asap since the conference details just came out. I'm going to tag on an extra day for vacation!! I wonder if I will have to book this trip myself. We have someone in the office who does this kind of stuff, but she is not too bright. Therefore, I do not trust her.

Wahoo! <--I've been using that word more often lately. It's replacing "man".

 I am really looking forward to doing some shopping :) I need a travel alarm clock.

I am working at home today since my building was getting fire alarm inspections. Lucky for me, the guy came *really* early. Now I can get on with my day.

Last night, I went to first political event (well, excluding voting). It was an interesting time. It was the all-candidates meeting for my city. We have a federal election coming up on Monday.

Well, the homophobes were in full force. Okay, let me rephrase. There was strong support for the Conservatives. Every time they talked about their leader wanting to change the law so that marriage is for man and woman only, they were would be huge and loud applause, which would also be greeted with boos and yells of "homophobe!" Ugh. Even though I will most definitely *not* be voting Conservative, the two candidates spoke very well.

The NDP...just tried to point out the Liberals flaws every time they spoke. This one English dude usually started off his sentences with "as you know..." Ugh.

The Liberals...man, Raymond Chan has a very distinct speaking style. He talks very slowly and likes to pad what he is saying with facts and numbers first. He also has core values which he likes to point whenever he can. That makes what he says memorable.

And my darling Green Party. They pretty much stayed out of the mud flinging. Mm...Greens. I like what they stand for.

I sat in a very stinky area. If it wasn't bad breath, it was BO. At least someone was having something cinnamon-y, too. I am glad I got a seat. I got there fairly late, and there were a lot of people standing. One thing I did not like about the crowd was the heckling. Some candidates got cut off before they could even finish their sentence. Geez. 

Hmm, the archives aren't really working...or are they? I like having my old posts available.

Yesterday I felt like a douche bag, if those truly exist. I've never douched, nor do I ever plan on attempting it.

But before I go on...

Last night I want to that seminar. It was entertaining, but everytime I am in a room with a bunch of tech writers, I just get this feeling of pretentiousness...Like "hey, I am a tech writer and I am great!" And then I start wondering if I want to continue being one. I feel really behind in the times when it comes to the latest tools. 

Douchiness...

Did I write about being an Internet dater? I usually go through a cycle of some sort. I sign up at a site, am somewhat active for 2-4 weeks, and then I remove myself. I stay away for several months. My friends keep reminding me "didn't you say no more Internet men again?" I get bored of it, and I end up really hating it. Some sites are really good for meeting people. After I sign up, I usually end up conversing with several people (or several and a few more...). They take up a lot of time, and then I get resentful!! Then I end up seeing someone for a while.

Anyway, with my latest experience, I have been talking to a handful of guys, and I've been on a few dates. Special K's advice to me was, "stop dating the ones you're not interested in!" I didn't think there that many guys on the go. But I tend to serially date guys who have an interest in me until there is one that I really like and who likes me too. Then, and only if then, if we've talked about not seeing other people will I stop.

I never assume a guy is seeing only me, but I think sometimes guys just make that assumption. It's just a feeling I get, and then I feel all dishonest when I date. But if I am not seeing someone exclusively, I don't owe them anything.

With this new tBlog, I have to fix up the look of my blog in a *big* way. I wish my old web page was still up. I just want to steal the colour codes. Ugh, I hate tinkering with this stuff.

I have lots on my mind...Will post later when I have some time. Between work and meetings and now trying to be the communicator for a family reunion is really sucking up my time.

Oh wait. I hated being communicator for our United Way Committee but now I have to do this for family! Geesh!! 

I always did dislike having my blog discovered by people I know. Makes me ask myself, "what did I say about them?"

But at least The Talker let me know. But then he could have told me he found it today after Googling for me.

*covers face with hands*

1. Your name spelled backwards? **** ******

2. Who is your best friend of the opposite sex? Hmm...No one. Well, maybe aaron, but he is not like my close girl friends.

3. The last thing u downloaded onto ur computer? This page.

4. Have you ever licked a 9 volt battery? Not that I recall.

5. Last time you swam in a pool? At my best friend's first bridal shower...summertime 2004.

6. Have you ever been in a school play? No. I never tried out. And then in Grade 4, everyone in the class got a part except me. I ended up memorising everyone's lines.

8. Type of music you dislike most? Country, ska, and punk are all evil.

9. Are you registered to vote? Yes.

10. Do you have cable? Yes.

11. Have you ever ridden on a mo-ped? No, only motorcycles.

12. Ever made a prank phone call? Yes, when I was a kid. My cousins and I used to prank call pizza places, and my best and I called the operator.

13. Boyfriend/Girlfriend? Don't have one.

14. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? Probably not.

15. Furthest place you ever traveled? Australia.

16. Do you have a garden? No.

17. What's your favorite comic strip? Sherman's Lagoon, Zits, or One Big Happy.

18. Do you know all the words to the national anthem? Yes.

19. Bath or Shower, morning or night? Shower at night.

20. Best movie you've seen in the past month? I haven't seen any movies this month! Or did I see Narnia? I forget.

21. Favorite pizza toppings? Ham and pineapple.

22. Chips or popcorn? Either.

23. What type of deodorant do you use? I don't use any.

24. Have you ever smoked peanut shells?  No.

25. Have you ever been in a beauty pageant? No, but I have been in a regular pageant.

26. Orange Juice or apple? Either.

27. Who were the last people you went out to lunch with?  Out to lunch...My mom!

28. Favorite type chocolate bar? Coffee Crisp

30. Last time you ate a homegrown tomato? It must have been a few years!

31. Have you ever won a trophy? I got a trophy for being in the pageeant, but everyone got one...so I guess I didn't really win it.

34. Ever ordered from an infomercial? I think so.

35. Sprite or 7-UP? Probably Sprite even though I rarely drink either.

36. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school/work? Yes, to work when I was working at the movie theatre and when I counted inventory.

37. Last thing you bought at London Drugs? A filing cabinet. I love London Drugs!

38. Ever thrown up in public? No.

39. Would you prefer being a millionaire or finding true love? True love, but hopefully I wouldn't be dirt poor.

40. Do you believe in love at first sight? No.

41. Can ex's be just friends? Maybe. I don't choose to friends with mine.

42. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? My ex. He had sliced his thumb in a bad way, so I found him at emergency and sat with him until he got stitched up.

43. Did you have long hair as a young kid? It was rather short. My mom still longs for those days.

44. What message is on your voicemail machine? The usual. "Hi, you've reached ***-***-****. We can't take your call at the moment. Please leave a message, and we'll return your call as soon as possible. Thanks."

45. Where would you like to go right now? Home to sleep.

46. What was the name of your first pet? Snowball??

47. What kind of back pack do you have, and what's in it? I have a North Face one. There are skin care products, a towel, and a scrunchie in it.

48. Last incoming call on your phone? Cute Butt Boy

49. What is one thing you are grateful for today? I'm not living on the streets.

50. What do you think about most? Men

Last night my class went over time!! Ugh! And it looks like I will actually have to do work! It's not a lot of work, but when I have so much going on, it feels like a lot of work!! It was really pouring last night, and I am glad that my tires have some traction. I was really close to rear ending a car!! And then my dome light wouldn't go off. And I am also noticing the wear and tear on the body of my car. *sigh* I hope my car is far from being on its last legs.

I have found my new cottage cheese. It's tastier and cheaper than the stuff I used to buy. I eat it with honey. Otherwise, cottage cheese is just gross. I only eat as a source of protein.

I watched 24 too. I feel lost with some of the characters and what has happened. I guess that happens when I am not paying full attention. Who is Sean Astin's character?? How did Jack get caught at the airport? How did Chloe and Spencer get close when she's the way she is??

Last night a guy in my class said we had taken another class at the same time. I did not recognise him though. He smelled a little of BO, but there was a nicer scent mixed in.

I talked to Cute Butt Boy last night too. I guess I am kind of surprised. I am more surprised about the frequency that we talk. Maybe it was the booze talking. He's pointed out a few times about our differences in income. I've never told him how much I make, but I guess with the biz he's in, I make more than he does. It doesn't bother me, but for someone long-term, I figured it would make more sense for me to be with someone who makes as much as I do. And I do not make that much!! I dunno.

I have one other interview to conduct today. Ugh. I am tired!!

After I got home last night, I prepared food for today and had some broth while I was talking to Cute Butt Boy. Then I watched an hour of 24 while doing my stretching and ab/back exercises. Then I called him back and we talked for like an hour. I thought it was weird that he told me to call him in the morning, but I did it anyway.

Tonight I am going to an STC meeting. The topic is "Top 10 Mistakes Writers Make When Looking for Work." I hope that doesn't end late either!!

This new tBlog looks really....different. It is going to take some time to get used to. I think some of these extra bells and whistles are kind of a waste. It took a long time to load up the emoticons. And I wish I just knew the code for them!!

Well, in due time, I guess. I liked having a simple tBlog, but I do like some of the changes.

Anyway, it's Sunday evening. It's been a good day except that my face hurts. There is some mighty stubble burn going on. I didn't wear any make up today, and when I saw my mom, she was surprised I had no makeup on. My skin is finally getting better! But then she said..."Why is your face all red around your mouth?" *embarrassed* I told her I didn't know.

Cute Butt Boy got a lift over to my place last night. We grabbed some Subway and watched some TV. We didn't get to _Dirty Dancing_ as originally planned. Beauty and the Geek is off to a GREAT start!! :-D

Somehow I feel like I am being dishonest by hanging around Cute Butt Boy. Ugh.