I remember what theme I wanted to do this week: Hot Men in Expensive Suits. I want me one of them. How do I get one? Is there a store, or maybe I can order one online?
Also, could one of you bitter and customer-hating minimum wage-making sales people please direct me to the department that specializes in Hot Men in Expensive Suits with Lots of Ink Hidden Underneath? Thanks so much.
PPS: One a ma gurls just sent me this. It's cute and uplifting then gets that mean kind of funny, as things do when women talk about men:
Apples and Wine
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy.
The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Now Men.... Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
Share this with all the good apples you know.
Back to me: A hickey is like a shot. Of tequila. Straight through the blood/brain barrier.
OK...I'm gonna stop bugging you all now. It's just that I am a sickie and I am bored. Turns out there is no one to hang out with here on weekdays cuz everyone is at work or school or whatever. I'm going to bed now....
Also, could one of you bitter and customer-hating minimum wage-making sales people please direct me to the department that specializes in Hot Men in Expensive Suits with Lots of Ink Hidden Underneath? Thanks so much.
PPS: One a ma gurls just sent me this. It's cute and uplifting then gets that mean kind of funny, as things do when women talk about men:
Apples and Wine
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy.
The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Now Men.... Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
Share this with all the good apples you know.
Back to me: A hickey is like a shot. Of tequila. Straight through the blood/brain barrier.
OK...I'm gonna stop bugging you all now. It's just that I am a sickie and I am bored. Turns out there is no one to hang out with here on weekdays cuz everyone is at work or school or whatever. I'm going to bed now....
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Im very curious you seem to be a Cali Girl at heart and not only are you living on the fringe of the civilization world but your city of residence happens to be among the worst possible. Although Im told there are many positive aspects in buying a house in your city. Im sure theres an interesting story behind it.
In the 80s I lived in Hawaii for 5 years and ran many road races and bought a bike to begin training for Triathlons. Im an OK Runner pretty good on the Bike but a horrific swimmer so it became more of a Zen thing that anything else. I really need to get in some kind of shape its been far too long. 5 or 6 years ago I did get to the point I was running 8 to 12 miles a day with long runs of 18. Your journal has inspired me. Im weird in that I love to run when its cold and dark. Its like I have the world to myself