word of the day

SLAG

WHY: i like the movement of the jaws when saying it. and it's a hot insult to call someone a slag

MEANING: 1. also called cinder. the more or less completely fused and vitrified matter separated during the reduction of a metal from its ore.

2. to form slag; become a slaglike mass

3. residue

USE IT IN A SENTENCE: gavin is hot and i hope he runs again. i'll gladly be his young girlfriend once he gets rid of that SLAG he's dating now.

word of the birthday

i'm on a roll.

word of the day: STRUMPET

why: because i said so and i really like the way it sounds.

today is laura aka blaurablog's "burfday." she is just getting so much celebratory action these days. i attended her bachlorette on saturday, which is the real reason for my mention of her. it was so fun. she was scantily clad in a tutu, bunny ears, a garter , and a t-shirt with commands such as "give a beer bottle a blow job," "let a random guy do body shots off of you," "give away your garter," "eat a chocolate cock at the bar and ask the guy if he minds," "kiss a bartender," and "show your right nipple," to name a few. laura was a good sport about this. she was by far the best bride yet--i guess she was channeling those sorority days. david really is a lucky guy to have laura ...FOREVER and oscar is a lucky pup to have her too. we stumbled our way through the mission (beauty bar, skylark & double dutch) with penis straws, drunken smiles, and more booze in our belly than we knew what to do with (beside puke). laura's friend brooke and i donned "tramp stamps" indicating our single status. all and all it was good fun, but i don't think laura will be reliving her last time as a STRUMPET (use it in a sentence) on this, her lovely birthday. below are a few photos of the evenings debachery....(p.s. don't show my mom). Do you think we were STRUMPETS?

how to begin a sentence

I did a little self-exploration today. I've noticed a few things about myself that are a little strange.

1. I begin more than half of my sentences with "I hate..."
2. I excessivly use the phrase "Oh My God..."
3. I'm not a people person--I get pissed easily

My goal is to tally how many times in one day I think or verbalize my hatred for someone or something. Today, I'm going to guess that I began at least (very least) 20 sentences with "I hate..." (I hate the I.E., I hate him (Byran Boy, Perez, Tom Cruise, W), I hate her I hate traffic, I hate when...the list goes on). Most of the time this expression of my hatred doesn't really capture my feelings toward that person, thing, or situation. Instead it's a convenient word and until something better comes along I figure I should use it to convey frustration and/or dislike. I don't think I really hate the things I claim to hate. I just like saying, "I hate..." Hey, I'm honoest.

je m'appelle est bon vendredi

Yeah, Yeah, so my name isn't good Friday, but that's what it's turning out to be. I had no earthquake to wake me, but I did have the soothing taste of Peets to permeate on mine palate, I was a little early to work, the gossip was good and the Senior VP came up to me personally to thank me for doing such a great job. He says he's only heard good things. Which is great to know because I was afraid my ass was grass from all of my blog reading.

My French class is spectacular. I love saying the number 15, it sounds like Caaaaannnnzzz. Now I see why the French feel superior to Americans, their langue (language) is much more sexy as are their dishes, their designers, their history, their landmarks, their coffee, but not their men. French men still creep me out. They're comical but so not sexy. I still haven't decided which men I love best--oh wait I did really like that French Candian, but they aren't REALLY French.