PICS
I'm still alive and hope most of you are as well. I got some bitchin' new hair extensions recently:
Killing time while my casserole finishes cooking and praying to god it's not going to be a total disaster. Anyways, I'm blonde now. Here are some pictures from last weekend:
At Canon Beach, sans makeup and bent over like a gimp. And yeah thats the Goonies rock behind me, aren't you jealous?:
My other half and I. My skin looks especially pasty and bad here, awesome. [edit: this one is apparently too big and is cut off for some reason]:
Until next time...
At Canon Beach, sans makeup and bent over like a gimp. And yeah thats the Goonies rock behind me, aren't you jealous?:
My other half and I. My skin looks especially pasty and bad here, awesome. [edit: this one is apparently too big and is cut off for some reason]:
Until next time...
Some serious changes have taken place in the last 2 months, and few of them are positive. I like to tell myself that everything happens for a reason and that fate has a way of working itself out, but sometimes I wonder if I'm making myself believe it just so I can get through the day without melting down.
On a somewhat more positive note I've lost 12 pounds in the last couple weeks and I am now fully platinum blonde and it looks hot, I'll try to get a picture of it soon. Also I will be returning to the riveting and endlessly promising world of the Portland sex industry next week. Shoot me a message me for my club/schedule if you are in Portland and feel like giving me money in exchange for my dignity. (Just kidding, everyone knows that stripp- excuse me, "dancers" have no prexisting diginity to be sold anyways
)
On a somewhat more positive note I've lost 12 pounds in the last couple weeks and I am now fully platinum blonde and it looks hot, I'll try to get a picture of it soon. Also I will be returning to the riveting and endlessly promising world of the Portland sex industry next week. Shoot me a message me for my club/schedule if you are in Portland and feel like giving me money in exchange for my dignity. (Just kidding, everyone knows that stripp- excuse me, "dancers" have no prexisting diginity to be sold anyways
)So in my apartment building the eletrical room also doubles as a bike room, where everyone keeps their bikes and has a key to the deadbolt. On Friday I retrieved and then dropped off my bike and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary except that someone had dumped a huge desk in the center of the room so everything is even more cluttered. On Sunday evening I went in there to go get my bike again and what should I find sitting on top of beforementioned desk, but the following:
2 huge cardboard boxes filled with a ton of gay porn VHS tapes
3 (!) regular-sized garbage bags filled halfway to 3/4ths FULL of gay porn DVDs
That's alot of gay porno!
So now I'm thinking, if no one has taken it yet, I have all this gay porn at my disposal. I want to do something funny with it. My first thought was to just move it to the free pile in the laundry room where it is out in the open and stuff. But I'm sure I could find better and more hilarious uses for it. That's where you come in. If you had a huge arsenal of gay porn on DVD AND video at your disposal, what would you do with it? (besides masturbating furiously of course)
2 huge cardboard boxes filled with a ton of gay porn VHS tapes
3 (!) regular-sized garbage bags filled halfway to 3/4ths FULL of gay porn DVDs
That's alot of gay porno!
So now I'm thinking, if no one has taken it yet, I have all this gay porn at my disposal. I want to do something funny with it. My first thought was to just move it to the free pile in the laundry room where it is out in the open and stuff. But I'm sure I could find better and more hilarious uses for it. That's where you come in. If you had a huge arsenal of gay porn on DVD AND video at your disposal, what would you do with it? (besides masturbating furiously of course)
I'm about to head out the door so I can't bore you with a trivial, meaningless update but I just have to share this first. It is quite possibly one of the coolest things I have ever found on the internet:
Two All-Beef Patties Special Sauce Lettuce Cheese Pickles Onion on a Sesame Seed LIE!
Two All-Beef Patties Special Sauce Lettuce Cheese Pickles Onion on a Sesame Seed LIE!
HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO! weeeeee!!
I am having a fairly shitty day. You see, at the end of March, someone somehow got ahold of my debit/credit card number and made a hefty $100 charge at some sleazy pizza place in the U District at 3 a.m. I still have no idea how this happened, as I had my card in my possession and I don't have my debit card number written down or anything that might give someone access to it. Anyways, I had to go through a bunch of stupid bullshit with my bank, which included cancelling my current card and waiting a week and 1/2 to get a new one, and signing an affadavit that said I didn't make the charge, which I sent back the day after I got it. I called about a week and a half after I sent it to make sure they recieved it, and they said they did. I thought all was taken care of.
Fast forward to today and I am checking my bank account online and notice that my bank made some bullshit $100 "forced post ach" withdrawl. I was immediately pissed off and called them. After being bounced around to no fewer than 4 departments and waiting on hold for well over 45 minutes, it is revealed to me that the affadavit I signed was never in fact processed, even though when I called to double check that they recieved it I was told that it was. WTF. This pisses me off for a few reasons, one being being the overall absurdity of the situation, the second (and biggest) being that I just paid rent and all my bills and am flat fucking broke, so it's not really a good time for them to reinstate the charge over a month later because they are incompetant assholes and don't know how to process something after they allegedly recieve it. That is bullshit, through and through. I am getting totally and completely fucked up the ass because of their mistake and they couldn't care less and won't even awknowledge it by apologizing or anything. Long story short I had to recieve and fill out another affadavit via fax and then fax it back to them this afternoon, which of course I had to pay for. I will not let them screw me on this one. I am going to call them every single goddamn day to follow up until this is resolved, and make it as big of an ordeal for them as they have made it for me. Banks are so evil and such an unfortunate necessity. shit.
Other than that there is nothing to report. I got my hair did on Monday and I look totally different, it's burgandy red with chunky platinum blonde highlights and I love it. My bangs are almost all the way grown out, thank Christ. Bangs are up there on the list of shittiest hair decisions I have made. blah.
I am having a fairly shitty day. You see, at the end of March, someone somehow got ahold of my debit/credit card number and made a hefty $100 charge at some sleazy pizza place in the U District at 3 a.m. I still have no idea how this happened, as I had my card in my possession and I don't have my debit card number written down or anything that might give someone access to it. Anyways, I had to go through a bunch of stupid bullshit with my bank, which included cancelling my current card and waiting a week and 1/2 to get a new one, and signing an affadavit that said I didn't make the charge, which I sent back the day after I got it. I called about a week and a half after I sent it to make sure they recieved it, and they said they did. I thought all was taken care of.
Fast forward to today and I am checking my bank account online and notice that my bank made some bullshit $100 "forced post ach" withdrawl. I was immediately pissed off and called them. After being bounced around to no fewer than 4 departments and waiting on hold for well over 45 minutes, it is revealed to me that the affadavit I signed was never in fact processed, even though when I called to double check that they recieved it I was told that it was. WTF. This pisses me off for a few reasons, one being being the overall absurdity of the situation, the second (and biggest) being that I just paid rent and all my bills and am flat fucking broke, so it's not really a good time for them to reinstate the charge over a month later because they are incompetant assholes and don't know how to process something after they allegedly recieve it. That is bullshit, through and through. I am getting totally and completely fucked up the ass because of their mistake and they couldn't care less and won't even awknowledge it by apologizing or anything. Long story short I had to recieve and fill out another affadavit via fax and then fax it back to them this afternoon, which of course I had to pay for. I will not let them screw me on this one. I am going to call them every single goddamn day to follow up until this is resolved, and make it as big of an ordeal for them as they have made it for me. Banks are so evil and such an unfortunate necessity. shit.
Other than that there is nothing to report. I got my hair did on Monday and I look totally different, it's burgandy red with chunky platinum blonde highlights and I love it. My bangs are almost all the way grown out, thank Christ. Bangs are up there on the list of shittiest hair decisions I have made. blah.
I'm still alive. Whoever I was "borrowing" wifi from moved out of my apartment building so I no longer have internet access at home. Doesn't look like I've missed anything anyways.
So, my immune system waited until fucking April to allow me to become deathly ill. I am congested, sneezing, etc., and on top of that I have a dull headache that, paired with the congestion, is making my head feel like it's stuck in a vice grip. For some reason I have also been having really bizarre but slightly awesome dreams. I don't know if that has to do with me being sick or not, maybe more to do with all the Nyquil I have been downing. Last night I had a really graphic sex dream featuring Jeremy Piven:
weeeird!
So, my immune system waited until fucking April to allow me to become deathly ill. I am congested, sneezing, etc., and on top of that I have a dull headache that, paired with the congestion, is making my head feel like it's stuck in a vice grip. For some reason I have also been having really bizarre but slightly awesome dreams. I don't know if that has to do with me being sick or not, maybe more to do with all the Nyquil I have been downing. Last night I had a really graphic sex dream featuring Jeremy Piven:
weeeird!
