age: 29 (Jul 31, 1983)
MEMBER SINCE: June 2007
occupation: Graphic Designer
gets me hot: Summer.
into: Professional wrestling, music, movies, digital media production, Flash animation
crush: Orange.
body mods: Lips and nose, honky, lips and nose.
heroes: Peter Petrelli
makes me happy: My stellar friends, good music, being in a band, good movies, excellent food, baking delicious deserts.
i lost my virginity: Quickly. Incredibly quickly. And next to a box of pizza.
makes me sad: When old people don't have enough money to buy things and don't understand. When little kids drop their ice cream. Should have and could have. Bad stand-up comedy.
BLOGS
Finger, meet throat. Stomach, meet toilet.
The streak is over.
It lasted about three years this time, maybe? I don't know. The last time that I can remember it happening, it happened on the radio.
I had to do it... after all, we got ten callers, and I promised that I would if we reached that point.
It wasn't very glorious, but I stuck to my word.
Then again, vomit is never really all too glorious.
All day long yesterday, it felt like I had a boulder in my stomach. I should have just stayed home from work, but I trudged on!
When I got home from work, I immediately got into bed. I watched some wrestling and then Seinfeld for the rest of the night, dozing off every now and again. Every time I woke up, it felt like my stomach was trying to implode.
Of course, that feeling went away whenever I would huddle myself over the toilet.
After a few hours of that, I couldn't take it anymore. I became Naomi Campbell. Cheryl Tiegs. Kate Moss.
I am a supermodel, and my right middle finger can prove it.
After two bouts of self-inflicted regurgitation, the boulder shrunk down to the size of a large rock. Uncomfortable, but not bad enough to keep me awake anymore.
I woke up this morning several times before my alarm went off. I kept pondering whether or not I should go to work. Trying to figure out how I felt at the moment, and if the moderately-sized stone in my gut was enough of a pain to warrant a day in bed. I wound up deciding that, if I'm well enough to debate whether or not I should be at work, I should probably go.
The day moved at a brilliantly dragging pace for the first half of the day, which didn't help at all.
I'm feeling a little better now. I've been craving Chinese food for most of the day, so against my own better judgment, I'm going to fill my stomach with greasy, noodly, foreign foods.
And I'm going to fill my heart with LOST. Three hours of. MMMMMMMM.
A lot of things make me happy right...
The streak is over.
It lasted about three years this time, maybe? I don't know. The last time that I can remember it happening, it happened on the radio.
I had to do it... after all, we got ten callers, and I promised that I would if we reached that point.
It wasn't very glorious, but I stuck to my word.
Then again, vomit is never really all too glorious.
All day long yesterday, it felt like I had a boulder in my stomach. I should have just stayed home from work, but I trudged on!
When I got home from work, I immediately got into bed. I watched some wrestling and then Seinfeld for the rest of the night, dozing off every now and again. Every time I woke up, it felt like my stomach was trying to implode.
Of course, that feeling went away whenever I would huddle myself over the toilet.
After a few hours of that, I couldn't take it anymore. I became Naomi Campbell. Cheryl Tiegs. Kate Moss.
I am a supermodel, and my right middle finger can prove it.
After two bouts of self-inflicted regurgitation, the boulder shrunk down to the size of a large rock. Uncomfortable, but not bad enough to keep me awake anymore.
I woke up this morning several times before my alarm went off. I kept pondering whether or not I should go to work. Trying to figure out how I felt at the moment, and if the moderately-sized stone in my gut was enough of a pain to warrant a day in bed. I wound up deciding that, if I'm well enough to debate whether or not I should be at work, I should probably go.
The day moved at a brilliantly dragging pace for the first half of the day, which didn't help at all.
I'm feeling a little better now. I've been craving Chinese food for most of the day, so against my own better judgment, I'm going to fill my stomach with greasy, noodly, foreign foods.
And I'm going to fill my heart with LOST. Three hours of. MMMMMMMM.
A lot of things make me happy right...
JANUARY 2012
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