no, this post will not contain allusions to mastubation or the chronic-what!-cals of narnia. although i love a good andy session as much as the next person.
in fact, i do believe i once stated via facebook status that i would like andy samberg to marry me... only because together we could rule the world.
i'd be his muse. he'd be my sex slave. it'd all work out for the best. i can only imagine what he's hiding under those dimples.
silly bitch.

this morning started off wonderfully. a nice sleep in is all you need to make your days seem that much better. it's not often i have a day to myself anymore what with my busy 2 job schedule, matched with a rousing gym regime that sometimes includes hot yoga (that i try my best to keep at, but sometimes i slip. mostly because my gym partner IS A LAZY DOUCHE. just kidding-- she's a busy bee) as well as some semblance of a social life. i don't have any time to just sleep in and do whatever with. yeah, sure monday through thursday i have evenings to myself but i'm usually too tired to do anything. but that ends this monday. i'm going to keep going to the gym every night. i have a dress i need to fit into... and a bathing suit that's mocking me. all before the end of july. CAN I DO IT? i sure as hell hope so.

there. it's in writing. i just need to make it stick.

STAMPEDE is coming up sooo fast! i can honestly NOT WAIT. 10 days where it's not frowned upon to be drunk in the early afternoon, wear leather chaps and eat deep fried coke. it's the only 10 days out of the year where i listen to country music and sing along, only because they play the top choice for the 10 most contry-est days of the year. and we live in cowtown... honestly.
however this year is a little sad... i'll be without my country fried amanda-named-after-the-wayland-jennings-song.
not to mention she did my hair before we went out so i looked HOT. i'm hopeless on my own. my hair is currently some sick orange-y brassy red with roots. not to mention it's turning blonde in places. like white blonde. stupid sun. stupid hair. I NEED A NEW LOOK. AMANDA FLY HOME TO HELP ME. please and thanks. please cut your australia vacay down for a few days, suffer through jet lag and fork out 1400 to come help my poor, hopeless soul from box dye and looking like a douche.
not to mention come and be drunk with me for a day. punk ass! leaves me here to suffer. oh well, i'll make lemonade with lemons. at least i'm still going.

I HAD TWO CUPS OF GREEK COFFEE AT THE FESTIVAL TODAY, CAN YOU TELL? i think i wrote all of this in under 20 minutes. for reals, i'm hopped up on the good crack. mmmmm greek coffee. i must steal one of those old greek grandmas (with a good looking grandson or 3 LOL) so she can make me coffee in the morning. not to mention teach me greek so i can marry into the family easy. i can pass off as greek... yeah. since you know, so many greek's have blue eyes and a disposition to be nastily pale. yes. i'm totally greek.

ok. i need to like, run around or something. sitting here is like shaking pop... i'm going to EXPLODE if i don't do something with all this caffinated energy that's pinging around through my system right meow.
and because i'm in a gooooood mood. more on that after i go bend some steel.

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no, this post will not contain allusions to mastubation or the chronic-what!-cals of narnia. although i love a good andy session as much as the next person.
in fact, i do believe i once stated via facebook status that i would like andy samberg to marry me... only because together we could rule the world.
i'd be his muse. he'd be my sex slave. it'd all work out for the best. i can only imagine what he's hiding under those dimples.
silly bitch.

this morning started off wonderfully. a nice sleep in is all you need to make your days seem that much better. it's not often i have a day to myself anymore what with my busy 2 job schedule, matched with a rousing gym regime that sometimes includes hot yoga (that i try my best to keep at, but sometimes i slip. mostly because my gym partner IS A LAZY DOUCHE. just kidding-- she's a busy bee) as well as some semblance of a social life. i don't have any time to just sleep in and do whatever with. yeah, sure monday through thursday i have evenings to myself but i'm usually too tired to do anything. but that ends this monday. i'm going to keep going to the gym every night. i have a dress i need to fit into... and a bathing suit that's mocking me. all before the end of july. CAN I DO IT? i sure as hell hope so.

there. it's in writing. i just need to make it stick.

STAMPEDE is coming up sooo fast! i can honestly NOT WAIT. 10 days where it's not frowned upon to be drunk in the early afternoon, wear leather chaps and eat deep fried coke. it's the only 10 days out of the year where i listen to country music and sing along, only because they play the top choice for the 10 most contry-est days of the year. and we live in cowtown... honestly.
however this year is a little sad... i'll be without my country fried amanda-named-after-the-wayland-jennings-song.
not to mention she did my hair before we went out so i looked HOT. i'm hopeless on my own. my hair is currently some sick orange-y brassy red with roots. not to mention it's turning blonde in places. like white blonde. stupid sun. stupid hair. I NEED A NEW LOOK. AMANDA FLY HOME TO HELP ME. please and thanks. please cut your australia vacay down for a few days, suffer through jet lag and fork out 1400 to come help my poor, hopeless soul from box dye and looking like a douche.
not to mention come and be drunk with me for a day. punk ass! leaves me here to suffer. oh well, i'll make lemonade with lemons. at least i'm still going.

I HAD TWO CUPS OF GREEK COFFEE AT THE FESTIVAL TODAY, CAN YOU TELL? i think i wrote all of this in under 20 minutes. for reals, i'm hopped up on the good crack. mmmmm greek coffee. i must steal one of those old greek grandmas (with a good looking grandson or 3 LOL) so she can make me coffee in the morning. not to mention teach me greek so i can marry into the family easy. i can pass off as greek... yeah. since you know, so many greek's have blue eyes and a disposition to be nastily pale. yes. i'm totally greek.

ok. i need to like, run around or something. sitting here is like shaking pop... i'm going to EXPLODE if i don't do something with all this caffinated energy that's pinging around through my system right meow.
and because i'm in a gooooood mood. more on that after i go bend some steel.