The Be Weetabix For A Day entries have been posted and this is the real schlameal (as opposed to the very artificial schlamozzle) once more. I think each of the four Faux Weet’s did a fabulous job and all of them made me laugh. You can vote (by saying ‘I vote for this one’ and […]
A late entry to the Be Weetabix For A Day contest… Some of you may be wondering why I have stayed with Esteban despite all the charming offers from the Bad Bar boys. “But Weetabix,” you say, “what about all those hot drunk boys who put stickers in your cleavage? Wouldn’t it be romantic to […]
Final Entry in the Be Weetabix For A Day challenge… Dear Diary: Operation Takeover of the Humans’ Territory is a smashing success, thanks to the aid of the humans’ feline counterpart (code name Tilly) and another human (code name Golf Widow) who was kind enough to provide us with a computer (and appropriate accessories; see […]
Round two of Be Weetabix For A Day… I had seen a circular in the paper Sunday announcing this huge underwear sale over at the mall. Buy two bras and/or pairs of underwear and get a pair free. By mail. Who can resist things in the mail? Especially if it’s new underwear, which I am […]
The first of the Be Weetabix For A Day entries. So, I get up for work this morning and brush the remnants of the Bad Bar from my skanky mouth. Ick…that is the worst thing about the Bad Bar, the tobacco-alcohol, morning-after, reminicent of a cess-pool after taste. Shear nastiness in the very essence of […]
History is the greatest thing. I love my own personal history. Sometimes, I just look back at it and go ‘Wow, look at that. Isn’t that just a thing?’ Because you know, it happened and now it’s gone and you’re here right now because of it. That probably made no sense at all. Sometimes, there […]
Mangus gave me an early birthday present. Damn, he’s good. He’s the best gay boyfriend EVER. Especially to give me such a sexilicious body like that. Heeee! It makes me giggle every time I look at it. Saturday night, Penny, Carissa and I embarked on our much anticipated road trip to see the live action […]
Once upon a time (two years ago, which is eons in internet years) I got the impression somewhere along the way that my beloved Diaryland was a piece of spinach on the teeth of a diarist’s url. The mood of the journaling community then seemed to be that if you weren’t Dubya Dubya Dubya Dot […]
Drunkeness. Bad bar. Four (FOUR!!!) bottles of Boone’s Farm at once. Or maybe five. I don’t remember. Wait’ melon, red, peach, another red’. Yes’ four. Girls love me. They really do. I don’t know what it is. Some girls gave me pictures of their boobs. Another girl told me I had nice boobs. Another […]
Sometimes I suspect that there are cramps and then there are Cramps. And then there are the things I’m having right now, which might just be Cramps of Mass Destruction. Esteban sent me a dozen roses, though, which was lovely. They are apparently ‘Sorry You Have To Be A Girl’ flowers. He also fetched me […]
