Hello my pretties!
Wondering about that last entry?
Don't. I already spent enough time on that retarded situation.
Moving on!
I have been the downloading queen this past few days. In preparation for the extra 10 GB of space I get on my pretty new iPod I have downloaded a shit ton of Pearl Jam, John Mayer and Pink Floyd. Those guys have been given the honor of their own special folder on my iTunes. They have joined the ranks of the Black Eyed Peas, Dave Matthews, Elvis, Michael Jackson (stay tuned for some fun involving that guy), Moby, Norah Jones, U2, The Beatles, Zero 7 and Coldplay. Congratulations gentleman!
It's Friday! And I am not wearing a bra!
What?
Yeah, that's right. I am wearing a tank top with a built-in bra shelf and for a woman of my large breasticular size, it's like wearing nothing at all. No running of heavy lifting for me today!
I have also spent copious amounts of time on Amazon.com this week, adding and deleting items from my wish list. My insightful boyfriend bought me items off said wishlist, so I had to delete those and add more. I have mostly books on there, so I decided to add some jewelry. A-HEM! Hint. Hint. Thanks. Today, I bit the bullet and bought a bad ass pair of boots that have been on my wishlist for ages. I got them in preparation for the Motley Crue concert in March.
I had to lighten the picture since it was hard to see any of the boots details. I figure I'll pair these babies with some fishnets, a ripped jean skirt and a my Poison concert t-shirt. RAWK ON!
This week flew by so damn fast my head is spinnin'.
Monday was lovely. Our reservations at Sabatino's fell through and Dio was crushed. But his mob ties got us last minute reservations at The Italian Village. That worked out so well... We went to the The Village, the top restaurant of the three and had the most amazing meal. When we walked in, he dropped some guy's name and we were directly escorted to a cozy little table for two. Now, if he gets into "The Union" this summer, I'll be a made woman.
Are we going to the freakin' prom?Where's my corsage?
Tuesday I met my ex-Dorm homies out at a place that was having half-off all drinks, so one beer quickly turned into six. After engaging in an asinine fight, I stormed out of the bar and into bed. And awoke the next morning with what can only be described as tiny creatures with pick axes having a demolition party in my head. So I stayed in and vegged out Wednesday night. I thought American Idol is trying WAY TOO HARD this season. They devoted a whole show to dragging these poor bastards up one by one and either sending them through or crushing their dreams like a bug on the windshield of life. That's an hour of my life I'll never have back. And it pisses me off.
Yesterday, Dio took me to Sabatino's, the place we were supposed to go on Valentine's Day. We were the first table our waiter had on his first day working there. His thick Italian accent left us scratching our heads, but we smiled and nodded and had a lovely time. 2 guys with a violin and guitar came around to serenade us. At that moment, I felt like Dio should have lowered his head to his plate and pushed a meatball with his nose to my side of the table. It was uber-romantic.
Enough about me. Today, I must think about the needs of others. I have a few things to buy off this wedding registry. I am highly anticipating this union. Nothing creepy about it at all! So congratulations to the happy couple. I am sure your wedding day will be one of delightful majesty and ecstatic kin.
Speaking of pedophilia...
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This is for my girl ChicagoJo... like a fluttering wildebeest
And with that... see you all on Monday! Take 'er easy!