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Directions copied straight from Twisteh's site: "How this memetic works is that you leave a comment on this post, and I’ll assign you a letter. Then you write about ten things you love that begin with your assigned letter, and post it at your place. When people comment on your list, you give them a letter, and the chain continues on and on."

I was assigned the letter "B" by Twisty, so here are ten things I love:

                                                           B stands for Boys

B stands for Books:

B stands for Booze:

B stands for Bags:

B stands for: Belly Button Ring:

B stands for Belly Dancing:

B stands for Beach:

B stands for Beer:

B stands for Birthdays:

B stands for Bad Ass Bitches:

State of the Union: Barely awake
Listening to: My stomach growling

Directions copied straight from Twisteh's site: "How this memetic works is that you leave a comment on this post, and I’ll assign you a letter. Then you write about ten things you love that begin with your assigned letter, and post it at your place. When people comment on your list, you give them a letter, and the chain continues on and on."

I was assigned the letter "B" by Twisty, so here are ten things I love:

                                         [CENTER]B stands for Boys:[/CENTER]

B stands for Books:

B stands for Booze:

B stands for Bags:

B stands for: Belly Button Ring:

B stands for Belly Dancing:

B stands for Beach:

B stands for Beer:

B stands for Birthdays:

B stands for Bad Ass Bitches:

State of the Union: Barely awake
Listening to: My stomach growling

I nicked this from Twisty who nicked it from NysaK who nicked it from....wait. Don't I sound like I'm talking in Bible? So and so begat so and so who begat so and so. Anywho:

001. Real name – Bond. James Bond. I don’t want to put my real name because what if my mum googles it and learns what I’ve really been up to?

002. Nickname(s) – Dee Dee, Auntie Dee Dee, D, Dynamite, White Girl (only by family members), Blatina (cuz I’m Black and Latina per Jules), Deeds (only by a select few).

003. Status – Completely in love with Tyler Christopher, Greg Vaughn,  and Brandon Barash (Nikolas, Lucky and Johnny for those that don’t watch GH)

004. Zodiac sign – Libra, but I don’t believe in that stuff.

005. Male or female – My lovely lady lumps say female.

006. Religion – Jewish and Christian and….

007. Elementary – Patton.

008. Middle School – O’Henry.

009. High School – Austin High.

010. Hair color – Reddish brown.

011. Eye color – Brown.

012. Loud or Quiet – Depends on who the guy is and how much I’ve had to drink.  *evil grin*

013. Sweats or Jeans – Jeans. I don’t wear sweats. Now, yoga pants…

014. Phone or Camera – Phone. All my friends have cameras, but I couldn’t live without being able to text.

015. Health freak – That’s the only kind of freak I’m not….

016. Favorite Physical Quality – My smile. Most people don’t make it above my breasts, but I like my smile.

017. Do you have a crush on someone? – See question #3.

019. Piercing – Ears and belly.

020. Tattoos – Tribal butterfly on back.

021. Water or Fire – Water.

022. Love of your life or 4 Billion Dollars – Love of my life. His family is loaded so it’s a win-win.

023. First fear – Going to Hell.

024. First best friend –Latra Szal (She was Polish).

025. First award –All A Honor Roll in First Grade (Yes, I was a nerd, even back then).

026. First crush – Phillip Bays in 1st grade. He’s still one of my best friends.

027. First pet – We had a mutt called Sambo.

028. First car trip – We went to Padre when I was four.

029. First big birthday – Sweet Sixteen at the Plaza in New York City.

030. Siblings – One older sister, one younger sister, three younger brothers and one the same age as me.

033. Favorite Dessert – Chocolate truffles.

034. Favorite toy in your house – Does Tivo count as a toy?

035. Ring? - I only wear the claddagh ring Gianni gave me for Valentine's Day last year.

036. Favorite Season - Spring.

037. Favorite Flower(s) – Tullips and pink roses.

038. Favorite Spice – Cayenne and Tumeric

039. Pancakes or Waffles – Pancakes, totally.

040. Left- or Right-handed – Right, except when playing finger cymbals.

041. Virgin? Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.

042. How many relationships have you been in? Multiple bullshit ones. Three super serious ones.

043. Silver or Gold? Silver.

044. Checkers or Chess? Darts.

045. Desktop or laptop?-  Laptop. I can IM and watch t.v. at the same time.

046. Ever been Out of the country? – Many, Many times.

047. Where? Mexico, Canada, U.K. France, Switzerland, Australia, Russia. Greece, Rome, Netherlands, Germany.

048. Big City or Small town? – Small town.

049. Favorite Food type – Italian and Greek.

050. Favorite Drink- Alchoholic: Champagne and Gin and Tonic Non alcoholic: horchata.

051. Dogs or Cats – Dogs

052. I'm about to – Go on a lunch date

053. Listening to – Gravity by Sara Bareilles

054. Plans for today – Lunch date, finish work shift, go to an Honor Society meeting and then go to Julie’s birthday party at Cork and Co,

055. Waiting for – my prince to come.

056. Your Height – 5’5

057. Contacts or Glasses – Neither. I was blessed with perfect vision.

058. Want kids? – Someone else’s

059. Want to get married? – Yes, and I will get married…once I find a guy that is not a douchebag.

060. Careers in mind – I want to be a writer for soap operas, be a teacher or a life coach (That’s a joke. I have no business trying to give guidance to anyone).

061. Rain or Snow - Snow

062. Gloves or Mittens – Mittens.

063. Favorite Girl's Name - Caitlin

064. Favorite Boy's Name – Braeden

065. Believe in Magic? – No, but I believe in smoke and mirrors.

066. Soda, Pop, or Coke? – Dr. Pepper

067. Brain or Brawn? – Brain. A smart guy can work out and get brawn, but a dummy is pretty much a dummy.

068. Prefer Lips or eyes – Eyes. I have enough lips for the two of us.

069. Great body or great Personality? Personality (well,, provided you don’t look like the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man)

070. Do you want to be Shorter or taller? Shorter only when I go to Rodeo because the guys are short.

071. Do you want to initiate the relationship or him/her?—Boy takes the lead so girl won’t feel whorish for jumping boy’s bones.

072. Romantic or spontaneous – Romantic. I can’t be spontaneous. I’m allergic to too many things.

073. Nice stomach or nice arms – Nice stomach. One of us has to have one…   :D

074. Sensitive or loud – Who made this craphole survey? This doesn’t make sense, but sensitive, I guess.

075. Hook-up or relationship – Relationship. You can hook up with that person over and over again.

076. Should you be friends first or date first? – Date first. I don’t date my friends. Water’s too murky.

077. Trouble maker or hesitant – Troublemaker is my middle name (As long as there’s sour Skittles for me to eat).

078. Chivalry or not? – Chivalry goes a long way.

079. Favorite Board Game – Dirty Operation. You have to take a shot and pull off an item of clothing every time you mess up.

080. Lost glasses/contacts – Not applicable. Does a lost mind count?

081. Ran away from home – I was kidnapped once. I don't think that's the same thing.

082. Held a gun/knife for defense? – I have my daddy’s gun. I’m supposed to shoot first and then ask questions later.

083. Killed someone? – Uh….no.

084. Heartbroken – Always.

085. Been arrested – No, but I fantasize about officers and cuffs.

086. Done anything illegal – Uh….maybe. hehehe

087. Cried when someone died --Many times.

088. Cried by yourself – Many times. I don’t like crying in front of people. Tears are emotional blackmail.

089. Laughed til you cried? – Yup. Snorted, too.

090. Believe in Miracles? – Sure do. I’m living proof.

091. Believe in Love at first sight? – Sure do. Happened to me once.

092. Heaven – is lounging on a beach with hot cabana boys bringing you fruity drinks with lots of liquor and umbrellas.

093. Santa Claus – Tried to feel me up at the Blue Santa event last December.

094. Say 'I Love you' on the first date – Only if you’re talking to a bottle of gin.

095. Sex on the first date – Hey. It happens. :D

096. Hold hands on the first date – Why not?

097. Is there one person you want to be with right now – Yes. I miss him like crazy.

098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life – Absolutely not, but I know that I need to get off my ass and work hard to get there.

099. Do you believe in God? – Absolutely.

100, Is anybody going to take this from you? Prolly not. It’s a loooot of questions.

State of the Union: Whatever
Listening to:You Have Been Loved by Sia

I got my heart broken today. My friend's son passed away and his funeral was today. He was ten years old and a gaming guru. There was no game he couldn't manage to crack. If they made that gaming movie that came out in the 80's, (what's it? The Wizard, I think) he would have been the lead actor.

He was smart, funny, filled with life and energy and it's just a shame that he had to die. I hate it when kids pass. It's tragic and it makes all the bullshit that you're caught up in seem so pointless and trivial.

Rest in Peace, Ray, and look out for us because I know you're in Heaven.

State of the Union: Sad
Listening to: Nada

You ever want to just go out and be reckless and irresponsible? That's how I felt. That's what I was prepared to do. For many, many years, that's how I lived. I partied seven days a week from dusk til dawn and managed to work my family, my friends, and my studies in around going out, mingling, and drinking with a bar full of strangers. I wanted to go out? Ask me what night of the week it was and I could tell you where the happening spot was. I felt like waking up in another city, state, or country? Bon Voyage. I had my passport at the ready and I was off. I see a guy I liked? All it took was one look and a toss of red hair and I would be making out with him before the night was over.

Everywhere I went, there was someone I knew, some adventure waiting to happen, some wild story that I knew I would be telling the next day. I look back on that time and it was a wild, hazy, beautiful mess.That's the life that I retreat to when things get rough, when they don't go my way, when everything sucks, basically.

Work is the same. School is the same. My friends are the same. Everything is the same, except me. I don't want to be here. I force myself to stay here. I force myself to be responsible and to plod on. I know what my problem is. It's rapidly approaching the one year anniversary of the worst month of my life. I know why I feel sad. I know why I cry. I know why I want to crawl out of my own skin.

Nothing is going right and I just hate my life right about now. There are isolated incidences of great merriment, but everything just sucks for the most part. I know that it's me that's making everything worse than what it is. I know that it's psychological and can be tied in with my subconscious mind remembering that, at this time last year, my whole world was falling apart. I know there are people out there that have it way worse than me. I shouldn't be sitting here crying because there are people out there that really have something to cry about.

Death is a natural part of life. I get that. You want the people that you love to not be in pain anymore. I get that. I just wish that it didn't hurt so badly and I wish that it didn't mean that I would have to be left behind without those that I love. I don't know which one of them I'm crying for more. I just know that I'm crying and I can't stop. 

I forgot to post these. They're from my belly dance teacher's husband's birthday party. You gotta love Rick. He lures us in with good food and plenty of booze and we show up dressed in erotic costumes. Yes, he was the one that had the Moulin Rouge party last year. I avoided the lady that bit my boob last year. She was with her husband, so she kept her hands to herself, but she did something even worse. She spread her legs wide and flashed her hairy cooter at me! I am officially blind since I pulled an Oedipus and gouged my eyes out. Anyway.....

Here's Julie and Myself. Julie's costume was Egyptian, but then again, just about everyone else showed up in white.

I went to four stores before I found this outfit waaaay on the other end of town. Only for Rick would I drive to flipping Brodie Lane for a costume.



They decided to be Spartans.



Colleen decided to be Medusa. Damn! Now I want to watch Clash of the Titans.



Shelagh, Julie, and Myself all lit up like the Fourth of July.



Yes, he really does have plasticwear hanging out of his ears. The night got stranger and stranger. Trust me.



Helene was doing a fertility dance or something of the sort, but she totally rocked it with some bad ass yoga poses that I was too drunk to take clear pictures of.



Troy was supposed to be Poseidon, but I was tipsy and kept calling him King Triton from the Little Mermaid. I was getting turned on by the gray hair (Hey! I was drunk!) He can prong me anytime.



Helene and Shelagh. Aphrodite and her Vestal virgin. (I know Vesta is Roman, but we kinda intermingled our Mythology for this party)



Here's Julie with her husband, Mario. He refuses to dress in costume. Ever.



Myself with Alana, my awesome belly dance companion.



Helene getting rowdy with the shimmies. Opa!



You ever watch that episode of Buffy were she meets Dracula and there's the Three Sisters in the basement crawling all over Giles? That's what they were doing to Rick.



Alana and Jeannie keeping the beats going. I kept thinking Chandra Moon  would have been right at home drumming it up with the rest of them if she'd been there.



I have four words: Boobie-biting-cooter-flasher.



Shelagh with the Birthday Boy, Rick. He made awesome Greek food. I loved the baklava.



I know that I'm named after the Demeter, Goddess of the Hearth (Explains why I like to cook and to eat, doesn't it), but I was drunk and a little high (from all the secondhand smoke) and I gave myself a new job title. I am Slayerbarbie, Goddess of Erections.

State of the Union: Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy
Listening to: Believe by the Bravery

Batten down the hatches, boys. I feel a bout of self-destruct coming on.....

I am celebrating my last day of freedom before classes start again, so I decided to cruise over to Craigs List to get my daily dose of dumbassdedness (yes, I know it's not a word in the dictionary, but it's a word on this blog, dammit). It was kinda dull, but then I ran across a whole slew of women getting pissed off at this dude and posting militant replies along the lines of:

Stop your posting you weirdo!
You're a freak and disrespectful towards women!

Then there was the therapist that replied with:

You say it's been over a year and you've had no sex? I saw your posting a week ago when you wanted a roommate in exchange for regular sex. didn't that work out for ya'? Could it possibly be YOU that is the problem? Do the world a favor and stop acting like just because your main goal in life is to get laid that there is something wrong with women in general. perhaps if some woman felt you wanted her for more than pure sex or that you offered something more a hard penis, you might find yourself getting responses.

This lady was boss, though. She had dates, times, locations. She was like a private investigator.

This is the same guy (posting here daily for the two years I've been single)
he also posts
Mother-Daughter Hook-up
Natural Bush Man
Seeking Quality Woman For Vacation to the Hill Country
I'm Bi and want to Share You with Other Men
Lets Share A Home and Live near Arboretum/Domain
and the Latest!!!!
May I have a Drumroll please...
I'll trim that Bush For Free!!!
And he's the Outdoor Sex Guy, always mentioning that pulloff on 360 where he wants outdoor sex with a view of the downtown.

Just how weird is this guy anyway?
As long as he is around, he makes the other guys look almost promising.
Well, almost.

He also posts his age as anywhere between 44-50
He insists on a photo but won't send his
Loves to call you a whore if you admit to going out with anyone you met on cl
Peppers his posts with the faggiest of language, trying to sound smarter than he is
Always uses Truly, tightly bonding, recent and true photo,
Always insists he is handsome, and VERY CLEAN (as in anal)
Mentions hygiene since he finally learned how to spell it
Says he is smooth skinned what a wus
And my guess is he can't get it up with normal women.
So he is the resident weirdo here on cl.
Date him girls, then tell us how he is!

You know me, I'm Suzy Q, Investigative Reporter, so I *had* to find out what this ad said, but everyone kept flagging him before I could read it. I was bored with nothing better to do, but eventually, I finally got to read it before the flaggers got him again and all I can say is he took an idea that I have seen in numerous porn movies and just ran with it.

Natural Bush Man (Austin)

This is FREE at no charge whatsoever to you! READ ON......

Ladies, I have professional cutting salon sheers and sissors.
I have lots of experience shaping a lady's 'private area hair' for her.
Growing a beautiful shaped bush is in hot demand now for many women and the men love it! There are many shapes, lengths, and styles that many women are now demanding for their hair growth in the private area and it's making a strong come-back.

Allow me to give you an opinion and tell you what looks best for you!
It's very sexy and thrilling to be a woman with a very attractive and appealing bush!This is becoming so popular in many of the major trendy cities, I can easily foresee that there will be shops opening all around called, "Hair, Nails, and Bush" salons! ha-ha

There will be a charge in the near future for all of this type of 'specialized treatment' so take advantage of me doing it FREE for you now!

Grow it, show it, and flaunt it!
Total waxing is fast become past history! That empty bald spot look is boring.
Women of the new age now know what real men want and desire!
If you have good protein genetics, you will most likely be capable and growing a very attractive and sex appealing bush!

I can shape it for you, cut it to the most desirable and appealing length, etc.
Again, total waxing in the private area is now considered obsolete.

Many of the top European models shave their 'lips' area but then have a nice triangle above. Younger to middle-aged American women are now turning forward to this personal hair design also. Having that very empty missing triangle look in your private area is past history for the 1990's.
Having that 'empty bald' spot in your triangle area is so plain, ordinary, and boring looking without any personality or character.

A nice bush gives that area lots of pizzazz and personality!

Having that very thin, tiny 'landing strip' above the clitoris or that 'hitler mustache' look are also past history. That never looked good anyway.

You can still cut along the thigh area and lip area and look good in panties.
Even if you have very little hair growth established at this moment, we can still start early of giving you a shape and then later determine the most desirable length that you prefer than that we think any mate you might be with intimately will enjoy!

I can offer you real and experienced opinions for bush hair designs.
We can do this in the total privacy of your home or mine!

Thank you!

Now I, personally, think that he's doing the world a public service because I'm sure there's a whole bunch of furry wildebeests running around (especially in tree-hugging, mother earth Austin) but people get so *sensitive* about genitalia maintenance. I say let the old, pervy bastard get his kicks in. No woman in her right mind would let a complete stranger at her cooter with scissors, so it's not like he's going to get an replies from anyone but spammers and trannies, but whatevs. I guess it's the principle of it.

*Shrugs her shoulders*

State of the Union: Amused
Listening to: Call and Answer by Barenaked Ladies

If you'd have told me three years ago that I'd still be working at this job, I would have slapped you and called you a big, fat liar. The trainer told me on my third day that I wouldn't last a month. I'm the last one out of my training class still here. Part of me thinks I stay here to spite him. Part of it is to spite one of the dummy supervisors. She's tried to get me fired like three times and I almost went ghetto-fab on her one day and beat her ass on the call center floor. I can't stand that whore and it ruins her day whenever she sees me, so that *always* brightens up my day immensely,

My job required hardly any thought. I can do it in my sleep. I could probably do it drunk (not that I would *ever* drink at work. I mean, really. What kind of girl do you think I am????) hehehehehe. I deal with ridiculously stupid people all day long that have their heads firmly ensconced up their asses and I'm not even talking about the customers.

This job pays for my shoes. This job pays for all my XOXO purses. It pays for the mountain of clothes. It pays for the pimp pad and the Gray Ghost (my car). It pays for all the cool gadgety things that I love to buy and it pays for all my vacations. It pays my tuition and it keeps me from having to be under my father's thumb, having to justify everything I buy and having to account down to the nickel for everything I spent his money on.

I was going to start this out as a rant, but I guess I don't have a lot to complain about. There are so many people that don't have jobs at all. There are so many people that would probably kill to be bored out of their skulls the way I am. So, I guess I can be grateful. I mean, it's not like my job is demanding or mentally taxing. I have my own office. I can have a t.v. if I want, and I have wireless internet. I take calls while I'm painting my nails. I take calls while I'm reading TMZ and The Hollywood Gossip. I take calls while I'm watching General Hospital on You Tube. I take calls while I'm doing homework and studying for tests. I could have one of those crappy jobs where I would have to do manual labor or one of those crappy jobs where I'd actually have to use my intelligence.

Where would the fun be in any of that?

State of the Union: Bored!
Listening to: Some lady whining in my ear about being charged for dirty movies that her kids ordered while she was at work.

This one is fairly short. I pose a question for the men and for the ladies.

Ladies: Would you date a guy that weighed less than you?
Men: Would you date a woman that weighed more than you?

State of the Union: Curious
Listening to: If You Seek Amy by Britney Spears