Archive for the 'Personal/Sidenote' Category
Just in case you’re wondering, I’ll be trying to post personal entries on POTP now, too. Change it up a bit. If you’re nosy, you should have fun, if you’re not nosy, well, then, you wouldn’t be reading a gossip blog to begin with. Um, hmm. I hope my entries are pleasing to all. 
My love triangle still exists in all its bullshit glory. I spent Saturday night with Rick, (fake name but formerly called ‘the sexiest man alive). I can now honestly confirm that Rick is my new drug. I’m hooked. So hooked.
On Friday I had some revenge on Rick. He is an a-hole, so it was time for a lil retaliation. I’m not into revenge, trust, I’m way too lazy; but then sometimes there’s just some folks who bring out the crazy.
On Wednesday I invited Rick to a house party on Friday. I “invited” him with no intention of actually calling him or picking him up. I just wanted to ruin his Friday. But it was a sticky situation.
Would he bail on me first, therefore, ruining the entire set up? Would he wait around on me at his house for 5 minutes and then leave? Or would he not even get ready in time because he’d be too busy doing online research, shopping for the massive engagement ring he plans on tying to his chocolate-dipped penis right before getting on bended knee and proposing? The possibilities were endless. All I knew is I wanted Rick to think that I’m obviously not that into him if I’m going to stand it up. Deflate his head a bit.
Guess what, all? It worked! Wonderfully!
On Friday night around 8 p.m. I sent Rick a text, “I’m like 6 lights away. See ya soon.” Then around 45 minutes later I sent a text, “I had to take care of a few things. So sorry. I’ll be there in 2 minutes.” Then I left it at that.
On Saturday around 1 a.m. I drunk dialed him and told him the party was awesome, there was a live band there and etc. He said he got my first text, jumped in the shower and waited on me. In fact, he waited for 4 hours! He got so exhausted sitting on his couch and waiting that he fell asleep, woke up, was still waiting then he got super pissed and just walked to his local bar. He said he thought I didn’t play games and he doesn’t like to play games. Too bad. Mission accomplished, motherfucker!
Then the next day, Saturday, he came over around 2 a.m. and spent the night. We, ya know, did nothing except discuss the pros and cons of John McCain picking Sarah Palin for VP. Heh. Good times.
There is no future with this dude. I mean, he didn’t call me on Friday to say wtf? and he didn’t call on Saturday to say ‘WHAT THE FUCK?’ He doesn’t call often, but he’s hot. He can be as much of a jerk as he wants as long as he remains gorgeous and good at what he does.
So ya, you can totally screw up someone’s night like I did by doing the same exact thing. I was prepared to answer any questions if he called - I would convince him that I was indeed on my way, (you can insert any excuse here: stopping to get some drive-thru, filling up on gas, having to answer some text messages, going to the atm, whatever) - just convince whomever that you are gonna be there soon, stop answering their calls and never show up.
Luvs it.
It’s Labor Day on Monday which means I won’t be working Friday (this was typed on Thursday) or Monday. I can not even begin to tell you how excited I am.
As you know, my dad had a major stroke and was in the hospital for five weeks total. I blogged through two of those weeks and I’ve wanted to do anything but for about the past two months while he’s still recovering. I blogged anyway. I’ve been wanting to take a week off forever. Some mornings I wake up and I’m like, If I had the option of blogging today or having a bird poo on my head, I would take the bird poop! Especially because it would lay down all the frizz in my hair. I could tolerate that. Washing it out would take less time than updating POTP.
I LOVE my job, don’t get me wrong. You all allow me to sit on my ass typing in front of the TV. I have so much fun 90% of the time. But I’m human and American and Americans work too damn hard in this country, (yeah, that’s the reason why I’m taking two days off), and I love vacations more than I love dessert with whipped cream… well, actually, that depends on who the dessert is.
My point is, and yes, I do not have one, but let’s pretend - I am SO damn excited to take today and Monday off, and you should be, too. It’s a holiday weekend. I don’t blog on holidays and I hope you’re not online reading on holidays, either. Have fun, all! I’ll be back Tuesday.
Some of you have asked what happened to Snarky. It’s a subject I’ve been avoiding because I was hoping you’d be able to see her around these parts soon.
Goes like this: My Europe trip cost me two tits and a leg. I cut back on how many days Snarky would update, then I had other financial issues and my options were slim to none: I either let Snarky go, or I sell crack and my own crack to pay rent, bills and expenses. Additionally, most of the ad companies I work with gave no warning but they cut back on ads and sliced revenues.
I was hoping to get another gig so I could keep her on board but all the strip clubs rejected me. Additionally, in mid-July I said I’m trying to get Snarky back on POTP. Snarky and I had spent quite a lot of time talking about her updating on Saturdays and Sundays, however, due to a schedule conflict, that plan was unable to come into fruition.
I miss her immensely!! If you ever want to reach her, use the ‘Contact’ tab and I’ll send your message her way.
<3
So I just came back from my 10 p.m. hot tub date. My guy, I’ll call him Ace cause that sounds like something I’d wanna scream in bed, Ace and I had a great time.
I got my sippy sippy on, he got his touchy feely on in the hot tub, and yada yada yada, I can’t complain. I’m 5′4 and Ace is actually 6′5 and 1/2. When he’s shirtless and I give him a hug, my nose fits perfectly into his belly button. Yes, it’s like dat. I don’t know what it is but the tall guys flock to me like bees on honey. It’s weird. I’m talkin’ 6′2 - 6′3 is the norm. I feel like such a midget around him. It’s kind of cute, but it’s kind of not so cute.
Other than Ace, there’s four other boys in the mix. One’s an ex-boyfriend who contacted me 1 year post breakup and he wants to rekindle something, the other’s the sexiest man alive, the other dude is the sexiest man alive’s best friend, and last but not least there’s a 6′3 piece of man candy who I’ve been seeing on and off for quite some time now. This is stressful. I’m much too disorganized to juggle cocks. It requires the memory skills I’ve never had. One likes it this way, the other likes it that way, the other only likes it a certain way - I can not keep up.
Worst part of it all is that Ace doesn’t know that I don’t live here. (I’m still out of town @ my folks’ house so I can help my dad out). Ace’s friends will be in town this weekend and he wants to see me next week cause he has papers to write. He goes to law school. But I don’t wanna be here next week! I wanna spend some time away from my parents’ crib in my hood. It’s all a fugly mess because three of the five dudes I’m into live outta town, and four of them know the town I reside in while Ace doesn’t.
I drove home feeling all stressed. Players, I need some tips.
Hello all.
It’s 1:46 am Monday morning but I thought I should stay up and add the chat room (orange box on the right hand side of every page) that I promised someone I’d add last week.
I’m too sleep deprived, was up til 4 a.m. Friday partying, woke up at 8 a.m. Saturday morning, went to see The House Bunny Saturday night at 10 p.m. - fell asleep very early on in the movie! 
And now I won’t cuddle up beneath the covers till after 2 a.m. and I have a hot tub date @ 10 p.m. with a boy I met Friday night at the birthday party I was at till 4 and I’m skurrd I’ll fall asleep tonight when I should be getting it on. This terrifies me.
I’m up right now to let you know I’ve brought comments back via a chat room. You do NOT have to log on or sign up for ANYTHING to gimme yo 2 cents. You simply type what you wanna in the text box and hit enter. It’s SIMPLE. So PLEASE use it. You can even make up a shit load of fake names and converse with yourself. It’s a chat room, all. Chat rooms are fun. Funner than your typical comment section. I miss hearing from you guys.
<3
Firecracker
The Fool’s Gold star, 29 — who recently split from boyfriend Lance Armstrong — has been speed-dialing Owen.
“He felt betrayed when she dumped him for his friend Lance. But after a while, he caved in and has been sweet to her.”
Friends worry that Owen, who tried to commit suicide in 2007 after splitting from Kate the first time, will once again fall under the single mom’s spell.
Adds a source, “It’s not fair to Owen, because he really cares for her and ends up getting hurt.”
So Kate is definitely ridin’ the crazy train, full speed, psycho-ass-bitch style. Kate reminds me of myself.
This morning I started reading, It’s Called a Breakup Because It’s Broken. I tend to dive into books months, if not, years later. I cracked it open and read a few dozen pages before I began updating POTP today.
Basically, I’m still hung up on my “ex” aka bed buddy and it sucks ass! If Brad Pitt fucked Matt Damon and they made a baby, you’d have my ex, I’ll call him Rob.
My gawd the man is hawt, which should have been a red flag - TROUBLE! But I didn’t care. I won’t attempt to describe his sexiness because it will bring me to tears, lmao. Funny thing is, I am so past the psycho ass bitch stage. Really, I am. But then you meet someone so God damn hot, with a perpetual smile, deep dimples, an 8-pack to boot, intelligence and a matching sense of humor, and you go a little ape shiz.
In fact, Rob’s ex got depressed and overdosed and died after their breakup, and he has a history of making his ex-girlfriends go bat shit post-breakup and they’ve retaliated with various brilliant and cruel ways of getting revenge. Another red flag! If a guy makes his exes go ape shiz, his dick is lethal, he’ll give you some John Mayer-like, life changing sex and you’ll start thinking Britney shaving her head after her divorce wasn’t so crazy after all.
So, I just wanted to recommend this book because He’s Just Not That Into You is genius and I expect this book to be equally as educational and fun. Read it, Kate Hudson!
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Once again, I can’t help but mention how amazing Spicy Pants of Celebritysmackblog.com is. Without her POTP wouldn’t have been updated. Only a few times in my life have I witnessed unconditional kindness and true selflessness - Spicy was just that and I am moved by her generosity and concern.
I could not blog during the past few weeks. I had to be at the hospital to help my dad perform very basic tasks, talk with his nurses, question his doctors, answer questions, look at his brain scans, keep him company and monitor his condition. Blogging didn’t fit into my schedule and Spicy stepped up to the plate.
How lucky would we all be if we had someone as kind as Spicy in our lives? Thank you SO much for your help, Spicy. I’m still speechless. I don’t know what I would do without ya.
<3
Joy
