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New Foals, wait on it, it still has to drop (in about a week?)

Black Gold.

Summer soundtrack music, most definitely.

Wishing I could get a wax at the gyno or gyno visit while getting waxed.

Seriously though, I don’t wax down there. BUT I’m pretty freaking sure that its the norm these days. [Correct me if I'm wrong, haha, please do cause I'm scared as hell.]

If it was offered at the gyno, I’d do it in a minute, and vice versa. While the pants are already down, if you know what I’m saying…. You know what I’m sayin!

Gah…. thought about this cause I have to look for a new gyno under my new insurance. FUGG.

As told by Kate:

Is giving up your very last bite of food to the person you love the most and who can appreciate it just as much—but they don’t take it, because they understand the sacrifice involved in such an offer. It then becomes a battle of courtesy, ending with the results of you consuming the bite you were offering in the first place.

If you don’t get this, then damn, you don’t know what true love is.

Literally.

Holy crap, what have we signed up for? I’ve never ran a formal race in my life, never even did a “Fun Run” in elementary school. Yet the girlfriends convinced me to sign up for a half marathon. Hah.

I’ve always wanted to be a runner, and I’ve tried, only to give up and run back to my first love—the elliptical machine. But those days are over, cause now I have no other options. Goodbye 24hr Fitness! Plus, I really hate treadmills, hate, hate, hate, hate. Not as much as I hate yoga, but thats another story entirely.

I started my training on Monday, went a whole 2.5 miles through the beautiful Golden Gate Park (proudly, since this was my first run of ‘10), walked another .5 to finish up a three mile circuit. Then I wake up the next day to find I’ve hurt my left foot pretty bad. Turns out I over worked my arch and ended up with plantar fasciitis, I haven’t been able to run since… I’m still waiting for the pain to go away.

WAMP. WAMP.

Life has decided to continually throw lemons at me, as of recently.

I plan on taking those lemons and squeezing them into my vodka. Its a grown ladies lemonade for hard times, what it do. (Notice, thats the man’s speakology rubbing off on me)

Let’s just say my (provisional) full-time job opportunity is slipping due to the nature of a small business pulling four full-time salaries plus benefits, while trying to add another salary for me. Le sigh. Pray for me folks, cause it ain’t over yet. My fate has yet to be decided, until then, I’ll just keep doing what I do to the best of my abilities.

I will thank God however, that I’m blessed in just about every single way except for my job security.

I think I’ll honestly make this:

Why I love the husband 10 random reasons:

- Cause even though I will ask him where or what he wants to eat I will take us where I want and order what I want. I’m just askin’ to be nice, but really tho’… come on, its me.

- Cause even though I make a fuggin’ mess out of our apt, he never puts me on blast.

- Cause even though I take FOREVER to get ready for a night out, he just stays silent and doesn’t nagg me. Even though I can tell by the look on his face that he’s annoyed at me. DUDES, it takes about a full hour to get the face & hair ON POINT. Please be patient, we do this for you (and us, not gonna lie).

- Cause he puts up with my DISGUSTING FARTS. They’re seriously disgusting, and damn, if thats not love, I don’t know what is…

- Cause he has my back. Like Clyde has Bonnie’s. I don’t ask him to, but I’m pretty sure he’d cut a bitch in a minute if I asked him.

- Cause he brings me water when I’m feeling extra buzzed and making a fool of myself. Then he buys me Burger King on the way home, but doesn’t let me order too much cause he knows I’ll regret it.

- Cause he lets me go inside Forever21, and he waits (sometimes, haha).

- Cause I know he gets annoyed when I go straight to my laptop, when we could be cupcakin’ on the couch, yet he doesn’t say anything.

- Cause he lets me sleep extra, even when I say “just 15 more minutes.”

- Cause he’s herrrra sexy. Bitches always try to get at him, he’d rather have them leave him alone. After 9 years I’ve never had to worry about some beezy getting too close to him. He swats them like flys, or just runs away (literally).

My lenses are RIDICULOUSLY THICK, embarrassingly thick. So thick that the kid sister stared at me from the side and told me how thick they were.

Someday, I will seek out the magic of Lasik. Until then, I shall remain blind as a bat.

I’ve been on a mean ass streak lately cause I haven’t been to work to make that dough. The past two weeks have left me feeling unaccomplished and unproductive. My opinions are bound to offend some and have to apologize in advance for stating them so matter-of-factly.

I swear on any other circumstances, I’m generally a real nice person.

_ Bitch ass complaints. I.e… Complaining that something is too heavy, when it shouldn’t even be mentioned. YES, homo… (shouts to Rob who brought up this one. Who complains that an Ipad is too heavy?)
_ Solo dolo web cam photos. Unless you’re just taking a screen cap while chatting with your main lady, THIS IS NOT OK. Especially when we can all tell you just did your hair and are obviously staring back at the monitor instead of the lens of the camera. Not sexy—and yes, very much homo. Scratch off extra points if this is your FB profile pic, scratch off all your points completely if you have an album dedicated to just solo webcam photos.
_ If you talk about your pets more than you need to. I mean… its ok… to a point. But after a while… it just gets… ghey. Next thing you know you’ll take out a photo of your niece and talk about how her drool bubbles are so cute. Nope, don’t do it. Don’t even go there…

and the list goes on…. TBC =p
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