Tomorrow!!!!

I get to buy shoooooooes!!!
I get to buy shoooooooes!!!
I get to buy shoooooooes!!!
I get to buy shoooooooes!!!
I get to buy shoooooooes!!!
I get to buy shoooooooes!!!
I get to buy shoooooooes!!!
I get to buy shoooooooes!!!
I get to buy shoooooooes!!!
I get to buy shoooooooes!!!
I get to buy shoooooooes!!!
I get to buy shoooooooes!!!
I get to buy shoooooooes!!!
I get to buy shoooooooes!!!
I get to buy shoooooooes!!!
I get to buy shoooooooes!!!

Black strappy sandals...

HERE!!
I !!
COME!!

I hate it when...

You go into the freezer to get your peach sorbet and someone has eaten it! I mean, how rude and inconsiderate and disrespectful. Could you ate least tell me you have taken the last of things? How many times have we HAD this conversation!! Geeze!

I bet Wentworth would never do that.



Mmmmmmmm...Wentworth...

I had a dream...and other news.

It was an odd dream...it's one of those dreams that you can trace back to everything that you did that day, all of which was on TV. Except the Wentworth part...for obvious reasons.

In this dream, I was friends with Oprah Winfrey. We dished, talked fake eyelashes and did the general hang out thing. So she wanted me to come to one of the shows she was taping. She was having some religious zealot on. So, went to the show to watch he had this huge list of rules that the followers must abide by. Funny the only one I can remember is no threesomes. HAHAHA!



Apparently he was so annoying Oprah herself walked out on the interview. We were walking back to our cars (hers was a limo) laughing at him. This is where I met up with two young teenage girls who I apparently know. They were getting into another limo with this shady looking driver. I was trying to tell them they should not do what ever it was they were planning because some how I knew they would end up dead. For some reason I didn't tell them about the getting dead thing, so they though I was worried about then having sex. "Don't worry we have condoms." They left I don't know what happened to them.

Then I went to watch a triathlon to watch a dying friend do her part in it. The team finished and we all went crazy! YAY YOU! Wooohoooo!! It was a happy moment. Then while we were all sitting around at this picnic table who shows up?


WENTWORTH MILLER. My heart was all aflutter. Apparently I knew him for some time. We were friends. He was sitting across from me so I got the best view. He brought treats. I declined. He insisted, he brought plenty. They were these deliciously, evil, baked, cinnamon goodness. You bite into this little pocket and all this yumminess oozes out.


Damn Wentworth and his evil baked goods! Tell me THAT'S not a perfect dream. Went and baked goods...God help me. Anyway, there we were sitting at the table talking and I look over and Went is staring at me. Like STARING at me! Like I'm a girl! I got embarrassed and tried to hide it, blush did the girly thing. He smiles. OMG! He's flirting with me! We go on talking and such and when I look back he's doing the same thing to the girl sitting next to him! BASTARD! I tell myself, I will not let it bother me. It's no big deal. Then a few minutes later, he's flirting with me again! Ladies and gentlemen, Wentworth Miller is a tease. Bah!

In other news, a couple weeks ago, I went to visit my best friend and we took a Kayaking class...I know, I know! I'm an INDOOR GIRL! But, I like water, and it was a nice warm day and it was fun! We all even passed the class! Woot! No one drowned, no one fell out. It was a good day.



Went to the movies and saw The Happening. I really liked it. I think it's gonna piss a lot of people off. Go M. Night! I just know he's sitting on his couch saying,(spoiler blacked out) "Take that Al Gore, I can make an environmental movie too!" I totally get his sense of humor!

So I have also been pricing our trip to Egypt. I'm excited. Been slaking on my Arabic though. We will have to wait to see as I have some stuff coming up on when we can actually go.



I'm enrolled in school. That's all I have to say about that.

Let's see...what else...Oh read another series by Mary Janice Davidson (it's just two books) The Fred the Mermaid series. Quick, fun read.

Oh, someone gave me a stomach virus. Some things you should not share. Just when I got over that, I went to go to the kayaking class, and best friends kids gave me a cold of some sort. THEN, I have this other issue, and that kicked in. It was a rough couple weeks.

So, what's new with you?

And Behind Door #3?

Drumroll.........................

Viral Gastroenteritis!!

*insert fanfare*

So be careful what you wish for because you may get it. I should have been clearer about what I wanted to be behind door number three. The virus kept me from doing what I didn't want to do, but it also kept me from doing anything else. Oh well.

Just in case you're interested. Viral Gastroenteritis

My Seduction Style

HAHAHHAHAHAHAAH. Thanks Kris!

Sigh

Well it's looking progressively like door number one. Guess what I want doesn't matter.

Damned if you do, damned if you don't...

There's not much worse when you're faced with two options, and both have bad outcomes.

The first outcome you hurt yourself, by doing what you don't want to do.



The second, you do what you want but hurt the other person.



I need door number three.