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Heading down to LA...again
-- I hate having to pay back
taxes! -- Idiot women drivers --
Traffic school is ultra mega
booty! -- Second, why the hell couldn't there be at least ONE hot girl in the damn class? I was so desperate for something to look at that I started thinking about doing the 40-something with the hot body. Third, why in the world did the instructor have to be someone that's freaking hands-on that looks for participation from EVERYONE? He would constantly go through and make every answer questions, so there was no way I could just completely zone out for the 3 1/2 hours. Seriously, I SLEPT through high school and college and managed to get straight A's throughout, so why can't I just do the same for traffic school? Fourth, what the fuck is up with all of the insanely dumb women that were in this class? Seriously, all the women were between the ages of 40 and 75 and 2/3rds of them would say things that would make Jessica Simpson look like a freaking rocket scientist. One of the women got a ticket for driving too slowly because she was going 15 MPH on the HIGHWAY and she couldn't understand why because her reasoning was that, "I was just checking out the pretty scenary, what's wrong with that?" Fifth, I got to go back for another 3 1/2 hours tonight. But at least it'll be all over and done with by 9:30PM. Maybe by 9PM if everyone agrees with not taking a break and just blasting through it. There's a part of me that just wishes I would've taken the insurance hit because this is so damn frustrating....
Better than Kournikova? -- Then there's the fact that her athletic skills leads me to believe that she would have no problem at all being on top doing it cowgirl, reverse cowgirl or whatever I asked of her, so our fuck session could go on for hours. I'm all for that because I'm sick and tired of faking it after I get worn out after the 45 minute mark because I keep getting bitches that can't ride. TMI? Sure, but it's my damn site, so suck it! Fuck Marin County! --
Eww @ shoulder pain -- I even went to the gym a little afterwards to see if I'm able to do anything with it. While doing side and front raises with very light weights didn't provide any pain, doing movements like a shoulder or bench press was quite excruciating. Even trying 30 lbs on the incline bench press was a very painful experience, even though it felt like no weight was even on the machine when I would just try doing it with my right arm only. Using my left only was impossible because of the sharp pain. I guess I need to go back to the doc to get more pain meds, but I'm kinda liking the whole being "regular" thing since I stopped taking the codeine (it constipates you). Okay, probably too much information. Day 2 NFL Draft thoughts
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The NFL Draft -- My only bitch about this draft is that it makes me HATE Wanny, Spielman and Huzienga even more right now for fucking the team so much last year. They missed out on having the 3rd pick of the 2nd round and the 2nd pick of the 3rd round because of the retarded trades for AJ Feeley and Lamar Gordon. I don't have a problem with them getting either player, but as I said back when both happened, they gave up WAY TOO MUCH for both of them. I'm sorry, but if AJ was made available in this year's draft, he would not have been picked up until the 5th or 6th rounds. Lamar Gordon might be a 4th or 5th rounder. Oh, yeah, I just wanted to say that I LOVE Denver's pick up of Maurice Clarrett. Just because I think that if he's able to stay durable that he might end up being the best back in this year's draft class. I say this because he was considered the best back in all of college football his first year and if he had not had all that drama and then tried to go pro and played his second and third seasons that he likely would've been the top back taken in this year's draft. I think people are putting way too much into his shitty combine numbers cause the jackass produced at Ohio State when the other backs that played couldn't, so you know it wasn't just a dominating line. And, hell, this is coming from someone that still HATES both Ohio State and Maurice Clarrett. Anyway, I'm really happy with Miami's first day draft selections and am hoping to be equally pleased with tomorrow's picks. My guess for their first pick of the 4th round is Kyle Orton, quarterback from Purdue. I was kinda hoping they'd have gotten Andrew Walter of ASU with their 3rd round pick, but the Raiders gobbled him up with their pick right before the Dolphins. I'm not sure if the Dolphins would've actually picked him, but I've always been pretty high on him and at the midway point of the college football season I actually was thinking he was the best of the QB prospects in the Pac-10 ahead of both Leinhart and Rodgers. If they don't get Orton, I'm thinking maybe they'll pick up a Derek Anderson, Adrian McPherson, or Dan Orlovsky with their 5th or 7th round picks. Or they might not even go with any QB and just see how well Feeley performs this year. He did show a lot of potential in the last few games of the season once Wanny was gone and Jim Bates opened things up a bit. Even more than QB, I'd like to see the Phins pick up some sleeper at the WR position in the 2nd day just cause I'm not thrilled with what they have after Chambers and Booker. Of the WRs still available, I kinda have my eyes on Miami getting someone like Craphonso Thorpe of FSU or Josh Davis of Marshall, mainly because those are the only two I've really seen play and liked. And as far as Miami Hurricanes players are concerned, I wouldn't mind seeing Miami go after DT Orien Harris late. He seems to be off everyone's radar, but he outperformed Vince Wilfork the majority of the time when both of them were on the field. Plus, he went to high school in the state of Delaware, so I've always been a fan of his even though Newark was the enemy. As far as others are concerned, Brock Berlin shouldn't be drafted, Joel Rodriguez and his sweaty ass that makes the QB fumble and throw erratic passes shouldn't get drafted, either. Same goes for Kyle Cobia, Talib Humphrey, Chris Meyers, and Alton Wright (don't even remember him at all). The only guy that might get picked up in the 6th or 7th is Santonio Thomas, but he has injury concerns. The best news about the lack of serious Hurricanes studs is that this hopefully means the team will be nice and loaded for this season. Let's go 'Canes!
A mid-week trip to LA -- And, you know what? It turned out to be a real blast. Even though I only got two hours of sleep the night before making the 5 1/2 hour drive down to LA, the day of driving around the Hollywood area while she looked at bed sheets, lamps, chairs and various other household items turned out to be quite entertaining. Not only did she turn out to be way prettier in person than in her pics, but she just had an amazingly fun personality and was just a joy to be around. It honestly didn't seem like we had just met and it was really all her doing. Anyway, we drove around most of the day hitting up places like Target, Urban Outfitters and Bed, Bath, & Beyond and then made a liquor run at Ralph's before heading to some bar to meet up with some friends of hers. We drank a LOT. She introduced me to Jameson & Coke and made me a Bloody Mary, and like, idk, 4 to 6 people passed out back at her place. It was such a fun experience that driving back Thursday morning while hungover wasn't really all that bad. A fun-less weekend ahead
-- Oh, yeah, the most exciting thing for me this weekend will undoubtedly be the NFL draft that starts tomorrow morning at 9AM PST. I'm really hoping the Dolphins can maybe trade down to #5 or #7 and get extra picks in the 1st or 2nd rounds. I think that at either of those spots they'll be able to get a very highly rated player like a Mike Williams, 1 of the 3 runningbacks, or even someone like Aaron Rogers. However, I'm hoping they go with RB or WR with their first pick and hopefully snag a Kyle Orton or Andrew Walters in the 3rd round. Before their injuries, I was liking both of those guys every bit as much as Smith or Rogers. Regardless, I'm pretty damn excited about this draft. It's the first I've ever experienced where the Dolphins have a pick so damn high. I'm used to them always drafting between 18 and 25, where you can get good players, but it's always fairly boring to watch. I guess I'll see in about 10 or 11 hours what the Dolphins will be doing with pick #2!
For a geek's eyes only -- It sure is pretty fucking cool, I must say. However, there are just some people out there that have WAY too much time on their hands.
Michelle's Wonderland -- Whilst being my Babe of the Week should be considered her life's greatest achievement, it's actually her personal goal to get into the pages of Maxim magazine and to do that she kind of needs of our help in voting for her in the Maxim's Hometown Hotties contest this week. You'll find her in the first slot of the 8th row, listed as "Michelle, Dallas, TX". A shitty weekend -- Saturday afternoon was a lot of fun drinking with Sam (see below), but it sucked in that I lost $40 even though I never left the apartment. I'm used to losing money at clubs, but at home it sucks hardcore. Then Saturday night sucked because I just didn't feel like heading to 181 by myself even though I had a bunch of friends there that I was supposed to meet up with. However, it turned out to be a good thing because the line was apparently super long and the people I was supposed to meet up with ended up having problems getting in, so they went elsewhere. Anyway, I'm going to be down in LA on Wednesday and Thursday and hope that this next weekend in San Francisco will be better than this past one. I'm sure it will because it just can't suck any worse, if you know what I mean.
Got wasted @ Noon, Lost $40
@ Home -- Suffice it to say, we were both major fucked up by 2PM in the afternoon. Of course, I did my drunk dialing thing hoping that more people would actually pick up than normal than when I do it at 2AM, but that actually didn't happen. I got mostly voicemails and I left a lot of belligerent voice messages to just about everyone in my damn cell phone, including a lot of girls who are in the phone that I can't remember who the fuck they are. This actually turned out to be pretty funny because later in the day I got a call back from a girl that was listed as "Heidi" in my phone. She was laughing about my message, which was pretty much a booty call where I said it's been over 6 weeks since we last fucked so we should get together soon, but didn't know who I was. Well, I told her that I probably met her at some bar or club but that I didn't remember when or where...eventually she asked if it was possibly at Club Mighty for Armin and, well, I said it was a good possibility. I'm thinking it finally clicked in her head who I was, but I still didn't remember. Anyway, I also found out that her name is really "Heather" and not "Heidi", which was in my phone. At least now, my phone has the right name and a note that I met her at Club Mighty, so the next time I call I'll have a better idea who she is. The good news is that she was laughing the whole time and when I said I'd call back another time, she replied with an, "okay, that'd be cool". The BAD news is that I somehow managed to lose $40 while being drunk in my own apartment. We had the balcony doors open a few times and it got really windy, so the $140 I had sitting on my receiver got blown around a bit. I initially was only able to find $80, but after an extensive search found another $20 behind my bed. I'm still down $40 and it kinda sucks because losing money sucks ass. I'm guessing either I'll eventually find it around the apartment at some point or that it actually flew out one of the windows and it's in the hands of some homeless person in the city. Now my big decision is whether or not I should go out tonight. I got drunk late last night, drunk again this afternoon, and am thinking of getting drunk again tonight. Is this a good thing? I dunno, but it might be fun going to Suite 181 for the first time in like forever. I just don't have anyone to go with, though there are people that will be going there that I can meet up with. I'm not sure, but we'll see. I still have an hour before I must make this decision.
My legs are TOO f'n strong!
-- It's also a problem because I can easily do more weight on the leg press machine than it can handle since this gym doesn't have the 100 lb plates. For instance, in this morning's workout, I started with 12 reps of 280, then 10 reps of 370, then 8 reps of 460, and then 6 reps of 550, which is where I normally just stop. However, in wanting to push myself harder today to make up for the lack of work on my upper body, I then did 6 reps of 640, then 6 reps of 730, then another 6 reps with 820. I would've tried going higher, but the bar was full and I couldn't put on anymore 45 lb plates. Oh, and after all that, I dropped it down and did 50 reps of 280 just to get a nice burn. My legs are just too fuckin' strong for their own good. But, whatever, the hot blonde Russian chick was impressed and kept smiling at me, so some good did come out of all of it. Not all old people suck --
A pain in the shoulder -- While I didn't mess it up or anything, doing leg presses hurt my shoulder somehow. I don't really know why, but maybe just because I was pushing up 640 lbs for 6-12 reps and it was making me tense up my whole body. I guess it was too bad, but I had honestly thought I was almost through it all based on how I was feeling Tuesday evening. Needless to say, I popped the pain killers after the workout and everything seems to be going much better at the moment. The only time it really hurts is when I do some pretty extreme movements with the arm. Otherwise, all I really feel is a dull "pain" or "stretch" feeling. Okay, but this is the last
one... --
All hopped up on pain killers
-- Oh, yeah, the reason for today's update is that I've put together a rather okay "Dear Dave" update that comes complete with my tips on when to call a girl back after getting her number, how stupid I was for turning down a booty call this weekend, and topics like Sin City, WWE Divas, my saggy boobs, and a list of all my STDs. Yeah, it's one of the best "Dear Dave" updates you'll ever read! Okay, probably not, but the pain killers are seriously kicking in and making me feel damn good right now.
Orange County's real "Coop"
-- I was right (as always) -- I would, however, like to add that getting ready for work and driving in to work was one of the most painful processes ever. Washing my hair was a bitch. Toweling myself off was even more of a bitch. Putting the pomade in my hair was a bitch times two. Getting dressed with a bitch and a half. Driving the car with the sore shoulder was particularly bitchy. And sticking my left arm out the window to use the fob to get out of my building at home and into my building at work was a bitch times 1,000. Oh my God, that was a painful experience simply because my arm did not want to be raised that high and there was no way to do it with my right arm/shoulder. I'm hoping that this pain medication will start to help things out now that I have it, but there's no telling how much it'll do. I was really hoping for some vicoden, but didn't get any. Oh, well, I'm sure this other stuff ain't all that bad or else Doc wouldn't have prescribed them for me. .
A very lazy Sunday -- Consequently, I've just been sitting in my room watching DVDs today, with Closer, Orgazmo and The Incredibles being the three I decided to watch since they're the last three I purchased and haven't watched them yet. Well, I watched The Incredibles in the theater but never the DVD yet. Anyway, I was really pleased with all three movies. Closer was just a pretty damn good flick, Orgazmo had me laughing my ass off on several occasions and, well, the other movie was as good as I thought it was when I watched it on the big screen. Not exactly how I would've liked to have spent today, but it's better than nothing. By the way, here's a photo from Friday night before I fucked up my shoulder. I swear there were two super hot chicks that I my arms around....no idea what happened to them in the photos. Vampires, maybe? I dunno.
Oh, and woohoo! I just found $20 and a piece of paper with some girl's name and phone number on it underneath my bed. It's like I've hit some kind of drunken lottery. I was thinking I had way less money in my wallet that I should've had, so this is a welcome surprise. I'm in so much PAIN right
now -- I drank a lot. I went the route of drinking straight vodka on the rocks to avoid any of the extra sugar calories you get with tonic water and red bulls. It worked. I felt great, got drunk and just had a fun time getting stupid with various females who may or may not have been hot (it's hard to tell when you're that drunk, honestly). I don't honestly remember too much, but I just remember having a great time. After the bars closed, I left with Tom, Bianca and Wes to some corner store and we bought some 40s because we're ghetto like that. It was a good decision to go there because I got to see some fake boobage action while we were about to leave. Tom's friend Bianca started to talk to this girl who had some fake titties and the girl decided to pull her top down and let Bianca "feel" them. It was pretty hot shit, especially in my drunken state. I asked if I could feel, but was denied by the girl and her boyfriend. Boo hoo. Nevertheless, I got a good show watching this girl's fake titties all get felt up. It was fun. From there, we chugged the 40s while we walked back to someone's car and drove back to my place. While at my place, we watched some porn and I pretty much blacked out from there. I remember Wes leaving at some point and then Tom and Bianca, but not really much else. I woke up the next morning at the foot of my bed and in a tremendous amount of excruciating PAIN. I apparently either passed out while walking back from the bathroom or just fell out of bed and landed on my shoulder. It hurts like HELL still and it's been over a day since it happened. I'm obviously not a doctor, but my diagnosis is that I sprained my shoulder from the direct impact from landing on it while either falling while passing out walking back from the bathroom or falling off the foot of my bed. Regardless of how it happened, I'm in so much pain now that it's not even funny. I can't even hold or lift any small objects. Simple things like washing my hair, pulling up my pants, taking off my shirt, wanking it, moving in bed, getting up from a chair, doing dishes, EVERYTHING fucking hurts like fucking hell. I'm taking some ibuprofen and putting ice on it for 20 to 30 minutes every three to four hours, but haven't been to the hospital yet. I don't want to waste money going to the emergency room so I'm going to wait till Monday morning to setup an appointment for my regular doctor to check me out. I'm hoping for some vicodin and maybe a sling to put my arm in. That would make the pain all worth it. Oh, and just so you can put the pain in some perspective, my shoulder was giving so much fits that not only did I stay in Saturday night but I turned down a BOOTY CALL. Yes, I said "no" to someone willing to come to my place and have sexual intercourse with me. It's just that there's no way I could've done it with my shoulder in its current condition because this particular chick can't ride worth shit and that's all we would have been able to do, so I just maybe next week. I dunno, maybe I should've just toughed it out, but considering it hurts to take off or put on my clothes, sex might've just been too much pain.
More food for thought -- - I'm one of those dipshits that likes to check out every single hot chick that I see on the side of the road when I'm driving. I don't even try to be slick about it, as I tend to just whip my head around and stare to make sure I have the best look possible, knowing full well that this is putting me in danger of getting in a wreck. That doesn't bother me, though. The thing that irks me is when I whip my head around to check out a chick that ends up being ugly. I fuckin' hate that with a passion because I've wasted my time and put my life in danger to look at some butter face. - Do you know what I hate more than that? When the butter face catches me checking our out! I don't care about getting caught by the hotties, but I feel all disgusted when the ugly bitch notices me whipping my head around to take a gander at her. I h8 that x2. - What's even worse than getting caught by an ugly chick is getting caught by an ugly chick that appears irritated by the fact that you were checking her out. Seriously, the bitch should be fucking thrilled that anyone would even look at her. Stupid bitch doesn't know it was on accident, so she should take it as compliment and just run with it. - I can't explain why, but I'm able to get 360 miles per tank nowadays when I used to have to fill it up at around 340. Maybe I'm just able to stretch it more because I'm more used to the car, but it really does seem like the gauge is pointing as low as it always has at the time of fill up. - I've been a vegetarian for three full days. I have no plans on staying one for health or animal-loving reasons, but I thought it'd be fun to try something different for the rest of the week. I've been getting my protein from bars, shakes, soy products and semen. - I can't believe tomorrow is Friday already. The work week has really flown by quickly this week and I think it's because I've been doing a better job of staying busy compared to before now that I actually know that the weird things I've been going through have been panic attacks. It's so much easier working through something you know is stress induced versus something you don't know what it is and are fearful of it being something that will kill you. - The Calvin Klein lounge pants I bought are so damn $$$. I swear they're the most comfortable pants I've ever worn and since they're black they don't look to pajama-like. I'd be a lot more of them, but they're fucking $40 at Macy's.
Random pieces of my mind
-- - People that come to complete stops at green lights should be pulled from their cars and murdered. I'm talking specifically about the old man that drives the Toyota Camry Solara that stops at EVERY single intersection on Geary St. even when the light is green, as well as when there's no light at all. I've been behind this jack ass twice in the past week and if I get behind him again and he pulls the same shit, I will race around him, cut him off, come to a complete stop, get out of my car, yank him out of his car and then beat him until he's dead. I will be doing the world a favor if I do this. - Old people at the gym amuse the hell out of me. Not only do many of them wear shorts that are pulled all the way up to their nipples, but half of them seem to have no clue at all as to how to use the equipment. I guess they're too proud to ask and just too old to figure out this "new technology". I see them using their arms on leg machines, working their legs on upper body machines and just doing shit completely backwards. What's so hard about reading the signs that are plastered on the machines? Oh, well, its very entertaining and I appreciate that. - A special shout out has to go to the old Asian people specifically because they get the freakiest in the gym. In addition to the using of the equipment incorrectly as all the old people seem to do, the elder Asians tend to do freaky ass shit in between using the equipment. I'll see them walking around the gym backwards for no apparent reason. This one lady kept turning her head rapidly from left to right between every repetition while doing seated leg curls. Again, I'm not hating because it provides plenty of entertainment while trying to get buff at the gym in the early AM. - Can the jack ass that keeps vandalizing the wall on the 3rd floor of my building next to the elevators please stop? Seriously, it's annoying as fuck to see the wall get punched in every other day. If my rent goes up because of the constant repairs to this, I'm going to have to catch you in the act and put a cap in your ass. Now that it appears my felony is off my records and am allowed to vote, my guess is that I can also buy firearms again. You've been warned! - Why can't I go into Best Buy and ONLY get what I needed to get? I went there today to pick up the component (RGB) cables for my PS2 and Xbox at work because I got a fancy new monitor to use, but instead of just walking away with those, I also bought both Closer and Orgazmo on DVD. Both are good movies that I've been wanting to buy, but I was planning on holding off until I got my finances in better order. - I'm becoming a text messaging maniac. - I really want to go see Sin City this week. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. - I might be done with Gran Turismo 4. Kinda sucks that I won't be getting 100% in this one when I did for both GT2 and GT3, but I just don't see myself getting that last 5% out of the way anytime soon. The last Grand Canyon rally event on hard has just pissed me off enough that I've lost my will to play the game. We'll see how it goes, though, as I may just need some time off before getting back into it. I'd definitely like to keep my 100% streak alive. - I somehow was able to make it through today without fucking up the diet even once. I think this might be my first perfect single day in over two weeks. Woo! Go me! Maybe I should just get a coke addiction and the weight will just fly off regardless of how good or bad my diet goes. - I need to get my hair cut soon. And while I don't plan on doing it right now, I'm seriously considering shaving off all my hair just because it'll be so much easier to take care of. My only fear is that I might just look stupid with a completely shaved head or even a tightly buzzed hair cut. I don't know, but it's been on my mind lately.
It's one of those --
A savage beast -- If they're borderline, I think about it a while and maybe ask for some sexual favors in return and base my decision on whether or not to feature them on just how good they were sexually. Okay, well, I'm really just kidding about that last part. However, if you're some hottie out there that's willing to sleep with me in order to get your modeling photos viewed by a quater of a million men and women, please give me a yell. Ya know, holla! Anxiety attacks from hell
-- I'm not too sure what to do because I've already started doing some things to actively fix a few of the issues causing the stress, but the problems causing the stress aren't gonna just go away over night. I might just have to go back to the doctor this week because the shit he gave me hasn't done a single thing to help alleviate any of the damn symptoms. Mary Jane could work, but it could also make it worse so I won't be touching her anytime soon.
A poor finisher -- Nevertheless, I forced myself to talk to a bunch of hot ladies just because I need to work on my game in situations that I'm not really feeling my best. It went okay, but could've been a lot better if I did a better job of sealing the deal in a few cases, but as it stands I only got three email addresses over the course of the night and no actual phone numbers. It's kinda weird because I got my first "email address" Wednesday and I'm not sure how to react to these as good or bad things. Trevor says it sucks, but John H says it's even better than a phone number. Anyway, I blew at least two strong chances at getting something more than just phone numbers and that's got me a little pissed today. This one little blonde that we saw waiting for a bus with friends while we were walking back towards Trevor's place was just all over me, constantly hugging me, jumping up on me, putting her legs around me, etc. Her friends were all cock blocking, though, and I let that stop me from just telling her to come home with me, which I'm very positive she would've done. My theory as to why she was being so into me is that the other girl in the group was a lot hotter and she was probably thrilled to death that I was giving her the attention. Plus, two of the three guys they were with were total dweebs. One was all getting pissed at Trevor and saying, "you guys better leave" because Trevor insinuated they were gay. They said, "we're not gay!" and Trevor responded with, "sure, two drunk guys hanging out on a street corner in San Francisco, that's not gay at all." It cracked me up. But, yeah, we should be boning still right now if I would've handled things right. What sucks more is that I fucked up and deleted her number when I was trying to put it in my phone so I'm not even gonna be able to see if she's slutty like that all the time. I guess that makes me an ass because she yelled "YOU BETTER CALL ME!" as she was getting on the bus. The good news about the whole night was that I managed to only spend $30 on alcohol and $20 on cabs. Return of the fatty bastard
-- Anyway, I've got six weeks to go until E3 and it'll be a crying shame if I'm not able to get back down into the 230s by then. It should be very doable if I handle things right, but it all depends on me getting my ass in gear and putting together a perfect six weeks in a row. I know I've been having trouble with doing just one full week without screwing the pooch, but I'm hoping these fatty mcfatfuck pictures might lend some motivation.
Moody ass pussy -- The reason I bring this up is because getting all drunk when you're very moody and pissed off isn't the best of ideas. While most of the night was good, it ended with me being kicked out of Ruby Skye for flipping off a bouncer that wouldn't let me back up to the VIP area that I had just left a second before to go to the bathroom. Whatever. Bitch gotta respect! However, if you toss out the being kicked out of the club and the few angry text messages and drunk dials, it was actually a pretty good night. There were a LOT of hotties and I had a lot of fun talking to all of them. My strangest "pick up" line of the night was probably going up to this fine trio of notches, putting my arms around them and just saying, "I just wanted to warn you fine ladies that more than half of the guys that I see leave the bathroom don't wash their hands. Just remember that when guys put their hands on you tonight." It got a huge laugh out of the group, we talked a little, I made them laugh more and then I just left. It was one of those "leave them wanting more" kind of nights. My favorite girls of the night were these two smokin' hot blonde twins. They were so fine that I couldn't help but open up with an emphatic, "oh my god, you two girls are beautiful". This sometimes annoys chicks, but they got a big kick out of it, giggled, blushed and were very thankful. What was funny about the situation was that I actually didn't realize that they were identical twins at first. It wasn't until after I had been talking to them for a little that it hit me..."wow, these two girls look exactly alike". It was weird because it hit me in the middle of a sentence and I just stopped and started looking back and forth between the two and was like, "wait a second....(pause while looking back and forth more)...are you two..." For which they responded in unison, "twins!". Then they started laughing and giggling all cutesie-like. I then said I had to go and left without even getting their names or attempting to get their numbers because that was just how I was rolling last night. I'm hoping to start bumping into all these girls that I talked to tonight in the future because otherwise this "leave them wanting more" plan just doesn't work. It's a risky endeavor because you might blow your only chance to get these girl's numbers, but when it works it's golden because what happens is that THEY approach and grab you the next time you see them. You get one of those, "hey, didn't we meet at Ruby Skye a few weeks ago? I never even got your name!". And when that happens, you just know that you're in. First, it shows that you left a good enough impression that she remembered you and had been thinking about you. Second, she probably sees you as someone that just likes to have a good time since you didn't try to get her number or sleep with her that first night...and this is often enough to get her to sleep with you after this meeting. It's so money when it works. Just sucks ass when you never see them again and I'm worried I'll never seem them hot little blonde twinzies again. Oh, well, at least I had fun when I wasn't being kicked out or being all moody-ass sending mean text messages and leaving angry voice mails. I think I'm staying in tonight.
Ridin' the Chu Chu train
-- However, I've since decided against it because the whole April Fool's thing has grown tiresome considering I had been doing it every single year back during both my IGN and Working Designs days (fave was saying Sega/WD made up and that Lunar was coming out for Saturn...we got bombarded with tens of thousands of hate mails as a result once we let it out that it was a joke). Anyway, if you still would like to see who would have been the joke babe -- click this link -- however if you're smart you'll never click it because it might even scar you worse than my whipped cream bikini picture from back in the day. As far as the real Babe of the Week is concerned, you're getting yourself a real winner in the form of the stunning car model that goes by the name of Jenny Chu . Jenny's one of many girls that actually contacted me first about wanting to be my Babe of the Week and after looking at just a few of her pics I knew she was worthy. My only complaint about her is that she's living down in SoCal when she seems like a perfect fit for NorCal and, well, my big queen size bed. Anxiety attacks, part 2-- For more...check out the Archives © 2002 by Dave Zdyrko. All Rights Reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyrights reserved herein, no part of this web site may be reproduced in whole or in part in any form or medium without express written permission of the authors. ™ and © for all products, characters, and indicia related thereto which are contained herein are owned by the companies who market or license those products. If you have any comments or questions, please e-mail the Webmaster. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
