February 2012
6 posts
Weight: They Don't Love You Like I Love You....
I need your help.
I am sincerely investing money, time and energy into reaching my weight loss goal of 30 pounds. Currently, when I get on the scale, it just flashes a “F.A.F.” (fine as fuck) But I need for my stomach to be washboard. Why? Because if not now, when? One day, I won’t be as free as I am right now. Might as well take advantage and invest in ME again. The ROI on...
JEAN
It’s not even been a week here in America and I’m already missing Australia. I know, crazy right?
But you should know that I grew up in Australia. I mean, I grew up in Australia, so I will always have love for it. It’s where I learned so much about myself so I will always have love for Perth, WA. How can anyone hate on an experience like that?
As for el bastardo —...
America, Me Plus You. Let's Do This.
Perth to Melbourne was a quick flight. I swore I would stay awake because I wanted to sleep for the REAL part of my journey home: Melbourne to LAX.
I was wrong. Dead wrong.
I slept the entire Perth to Melbourne journey. When I woke up, they were clearing the food trays and I asked miss thing to bring me some pretzels.
Then, I arrived in Melbourne for a 4 hour wait to load a Spruce Goose...
I Put the "R" in Rancho Relaxo
*Today I woke up and said “NO!” to brushing my teeth. That’s Rancho Relaxo style.
Friday, 4:26 PM
Enjoying the last few days in Australia.
There’s a movie showing on channel 73 here called “Carry on Loving” - an old 70s british comedy. I hit ‘info’ on the controller and this is what comes up: “A feuding couple creates a dating agency and find that they are inundated...
Yes. An Emphatic Yes. Shells should always be...
My hair is not the star of this picture (or any time until Heather C. fixes it) The real star is the shell thing hanging from the ceiling. This is a STANDARD for any Filipino household. If you don’t have one or at least HAD one, then GTFO and give us back your Filipino ID and stop supporting PACMAN.
But the standard shell decor will say, “No. The REAL star is the Christmas tinsel...
Feet, Don't Fail Me Now
In this scene, our heroine is sitting on a couch watching Waiting to Exhale for the millionth time, enjoying Angela Basset’s, ‘Get yo shit! Get yo SHIT…. and get out!” all while leaning into her chicken Kebab saying, “Do it, Thats it, Angie. Tell him!”
Then, suddenly:
Entering stage left is Gay Uncle Nic complete in a sweaty business suit.
Gay. What is gay?...