Means that Ive realised im broke, in debt up to my eyeballs, and dont know how i am ever going to break even...so i start looking into getting consolidation loans or new credit cards with lower limits...
It also means, sadly, Im in the mood to go shopping and buy a bunch of stuff i obviously cannot afford or really need. (Jer would prolly kill me if i bought stuff right now, our place is quelle disastre!)
I also think, as my $70.00 gym payment comes out of my account, that I should go to the gym more. Get back to the shape i was in when i was hitting the gym 5 times a week.
Luckily, by tomorrow I will have abandoned these lofty plans yet again. Whew.
The first of the month also means i am procrastinating big time at work right now. So here is a meme that Cindy "nudged" me to do....
Seven things I want to do before I die:
1. Learn how to Surf
2. Get high on Haight and Ashbury
3. Eat a hot dog in Times Square
4. Kiss the Blarney Stone
5. High-Five the Sphinx
6. Attend Carnivale in Rio
7. Go on a Hello Kitty Shopping Spree in Japan
Seven things I can do [aka My "skills"]:
1. Hump
2. Masturbate
3. Bake cakes, cupcakes, pastries, pies etc. [ I useda work in a bakery...]
4. Dance [im an ex raver]
5. Parallel park like a super star
6. Be very diplomatic [ like tell people they are full of shit in a way that they think im actually complimenting them...]
7. Drink Heavily
Seven things I cannot do:
1. Stop orgasms once they've started
2. Roll my tongue [its a genetic thing... i read it somewhere]
3. Not answer out loud to Jeopardy
4. Nap for more than an hour [ i get cranky]
5. Live without sex [ i get cranky]
6. Live on a budget [stole this one from Cindy...but its so true]
7. Stay quiet when i see pro-life protesters.
Seven things I say a lot:
1. Dude!
2. What?
3. Totally [ i sound like a valley girl all the time]
4. Motherfucker! [ usually combined with another word like Motherfucking Asshole! Motherfucking Cunt! Motherfucking Motherfuck! etc etc]
5. I need a drink
6. You people are making me bonkers!
7. What doing?
[ED Note:I just asked my assistant about things i often say and she added that i often say FUCK! FUCK! FAAAAAAAAAAAACK! very loudly while Im working... apparently i have tourettes.]
Seven things I find attractive in the opposite sex:
1. Dark hair and eyes
2. broad shoulders
3. calf muscles
4. a goofy sense of humour
5. geeky-ness [ knowing alot about comic books, video games, Homestar Runner, etc. is HOT!]
6. being snuggly
7. cleverness
Seven celebrity crushes:
1. Dave Mirra
2. Vince Vaughn { im my mind, Jennifer Aniston has moved up in the world..]
3. Johnny Knoxville
4. Zack Braff
5. David Duchovny
6. Bill Clinton [ yes, im serious.]
7. Ewen McGregor
Seven people who have to do this next:
1. who
2. ever
3. wants
4. to
5. do
6. this
7. dude
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Monday, October 31, 2005
Happy Halloween
Fuck Im tired.
Moving sucks... and the cleaning of the apartment following moving sucks even more. I have dishwater hands, vacuuming elbow, and housemaids back [ i dont think those actually are medically certified ailments, but its my way of saying my body fucking hurts].
The Intersection of 13 and 13 is mine only in cyberspace. The actual apartment now belongs to some chick named Chelsea. Sigh. A lot of crazy shit happened in that place.
Its Halloween! Woot. Im not going to any parties or any thing, but Jer and I are dressing up as Wilma and Fred Flintstone to hand out candy. Ill try to get a picture, [although im not sure how i will download it with all my computer and camera stuff somewher in a box in my room...]
Typing this hurts my hands. [yes, im serious. sad, huh?] So Im going to do some work. Should be more relaxing.
Here is something keeping in the holiday spirit... horror movies acted out by bunnies
The Shining
The Exorcist
and my personal fave...
Rocky Horror Picture Show
Moving sucks... and the cleaning of the apartment following moving sucks even more. I have dishwater hands, vacuuming elbow, and housemaids back [ i dont think those actually are medically certified ailments, but its my way of saying my body fucking hurts].
The Intersection of 13 and 13 is mine only in cyberspace. The actual apartment now belongs to some chick named Chelsea. Sigh. A lot of crazy shit happened in that place.
Its Halloween! Woot. Im not going to any parties or any thing, but Jer and I are dressing up as Wilma and Fred Flintstone to hand out candy. Ill try to get a picture, [although im not sure how i will download it with all my computer and camera stuff somewher in a box in my room...]
Typing this hurts my hands. [yes, im serious. sad, huh?] So Im going to do some work. Should be more relaxing.
Here is something keeping in the holiday spirit... horror movies acted out by bunnies
The Shining
The Exorcist
and my personal fave...
Rocky Horror Picture Show
Friday, October 28, 2005
Crazy? Need a Lawyer? Call 1-800-Juicy!
Wow, 49 comments... colour me impressed. I assumed it was long coming, but my beloved Jer was not too happy about people on the interweb looking at my panties. So just when the HNT-ing was getting saucy, it will likely need to go tame again.
Work has been very weird again lately. A lot of nutbars calling looking for legal representation. Yesterday, one dude called and asked how many trials i had won...because he needs a winner and he will only retain a "winner". I explained that although i have had many clients, i usually settle out of court on civil matters, so i have, technically never "won" a trial.... well. to this guy, this meant i was, in fact, a loser. I encouraged him to call lawyer referral and to request a winner there.
There has also been a lot of people who have been calling with really stupid lawsuits they plan to start. Like against the cable company because their cable was out and they missed a Flames game [Personally, I think the cable company should be rewarded for that. Boo Flames!]...so they want 10,000 in damages for mental anguish. Yeah. Thats going to happen. People seriously injured in car accidents dont get 10,000 for mental anguish... not losers who have to get off their fat asses and go to a neighbourhood pub to watch their crappy hockey team.
My number one favourite crazy guy right now is this dude who came in with an Intellectual Property issue with patents [ i dont do that type of law BTW, so there alone i wasnt interested] but quickly went from his legal issues....to the fact that hes a "numerical logic" expert and that he predicted 9-11, the Bali bombings, the bombing in the London tube and also a bombing that was supposed to happen in Calgary last week, but the bombers knew he was on to them, so they changed their plans. He claims to be on a first name basis with Condoleeza Rice, George Bush Sr. [ but not Jr. because they had a falling out] and the Canadian Prime Minister.
So while this dude is going on and on and on about this... im just sitting there with a dumb grin on my face trying to get him out of the office. I tell him that the consultation is over and that i have another appointment, and Im sorry that i cant continue to listen to his story. Oh, no worries. He pulls out a 100 page document and tosses it on my desk. He has the whole story here with him in this paper... the government doesnt need this copy, so i can keep it.
Yes, Ive read it. The first page begins by explaining how everything that has the number 10 in it, somehow explains George Bush Sr. Everything with a 3, revolves around terrorists. He had to move because his address had two "3s" in it.... [and yes, it goes on from there]
So, back to trying to be a somewhat professional person, i tell him i dont do patent law so i cant help him. He seems to understand and accept this answer and leaves. Since Tuesday, he has called about 15 times to check to see if i changed my mind. Yesterday, he "stopped by" twice to see me.
I think im going to tell him that i live at the intersection of 13 and 13... those 3s will label me as a terrorist for sure and he may leave me alone.
However, it may also let him know where he could 'stop by' to see me on the weekend.
Speaking of such, Im almost all moved out of my apartment. The final moving will happen Sunday... likely when hung over [although i think i always move hung over, stoned on pot, or on a big comedown from a coke binge].
Alright, back to work. The crazies of Calgary need me.
PS: To the guy who said i wasnt a winner.... check it out!
Work has been very weird again lately. A lot of nutbars calling looking for legal representation. Yesterday, one dude called and asked how many trials i had won...because he needs a winner and he will only retain a "winner". I explained that although i have had many clients, i usually settle out of court on civil matters, so i have, technically never "won" a trial.... well. to this guy, this meant i was, in fact, a loser. I encouraged him to call lawyer referral and to request a winner there.
There has also been a lot of people who have been calling with really stupid lawsuits they plan to start. Like against the cable company because their cable was out and they missed a Flames game [Personally, I think the cable company should be rewarded for that. Boo Flames!]...so they want 10,000 in damages for mental anguish. Yeah. Thats going to happen. People seriously injured in car accidents dont get 10,000 for mental anguish... not losers who have to get off their fat asses and go to a neighbourhood pub to watch their crappy hockey team.
My number one favourite crazy guy right now is this dude who came in with an Intellectual Property issue with patents [ i dont do that type of law BTW, so there alone i wasnt interested] but quickly went from his legal issues....to the fact that hes a "numerical logic" expert and that he predicted 9-11, the Bali bombings, the bombing in the London tube and also a bombing that was supposed to happen in Calgary last week, but the bombers knew he was on to them, so they changed their plans. He claims to be on a first name basis with Condoleeza Rice, George Bush Sr. [ but not Jr. because they had a falling out] and the Canadian Prime Minister.
So while this dude is going on and on and on about this... im just sitting there with a dumb grin on my face trying to get him out of the office. I tell him that the consultation is over and that i have another appointment, and Im sorry that i cant continue to listen to his story. Oh, no worries. He pulls out a 100 page document and tosses it on my desk. He has the whole story here with him in this paper... the government doesnt need this copy, so i can keep it.
Yes, Ive read it. The first page begins by explaining how everything that has the number 10 in it, somehow explains George Bush Sr. Everything with a 3, revolves around terrorists. He had to move because his address had two "3s" in it.... [and yes, it goes on from there]
So, back to trying to be a somewhat professional person, i tell him i dont do patent law so i cant help him. He seems to understand and accept this answer and leaves. Since Tuesday, he has called about 15 times to check to see if i changed my mind. Yesterday, he "stopped by" twice to see me.
I think im going to tell him that i live at the intersection of 13 and 13... those 3s will label me as a terrorist for sure and he may leave me alone.
However, it may also let him know where he could 'stop by' to see me on the weekend.
Speaking of such, Im almost all moved out of my apartment. The final moving will happen Sunday... likely when hung over [although i think i always move hung over, stoned on pot, or on a big comedown from a coke binge].
Alright, back to work. The crazies of Calgary need me.
PS: To the guy who said i wasnt a winner.... check it out!
Thursday, October 27, 2005
HNT# 6-- Thigh high Gemini
Im early posting [but changing the date bc im a cheater] because Im not sure if Ill be able to make it to a computer until like 1 pm tomorrow...and by then, there will already be like 300 posters...
Yes...
- Im a Gemini. Anyone who has seen me in the midst of one of my near bi-polar moodswings could likely attest to this. There are 2 sides of me...however, neither are reasonable.
- Im into Astrology. A lot of people think its bunk. I dont.
- I know it looks like a big roman numeral 2.
This concludes the "Juicy's Ink" series on HNT. I could start a "Juicy's piercings" section next week, but i really really really do not like to show those to the public.
For more half-nekkidness... go see the man
Yes...
- Im a Gemini. Anyone who has seen me in the midst of one of my near bi-polar moodswings could likely attest to this. There are 2 sides of me...however, neither are reasonable.
- Im into Astrology. A lot of people think its bunk. I dont.
- I know it looks like a big roman numeral 2.
This concludes the "Juicy's Ink" series on HNT. I could start a "Juicy's piercings" section next week, but i really really really do not like to show those to the public.
For more half-nekkidness... go see the man
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
A post about nothing and everything all at once
Still reeling from the blognhottie thing....my sis called me last night to congratulate me, one of my ex bf's [mila-- and i still cant remember why i dubbed you that on here...] had "i dated a blognhottie" as his msn name yesterday, and i didnt look at my body with too much scorn in the mirror last night.
The headache which has been lodged behind my left eye for the last week is getting progressively worse. I believe it corresponds directly to how close my moving day is...which also corresponds directly to how messy my apartment has become. I hate living out of boxes and with meager supplies. Especially when they are somehow spread across the whole of my apartment.
However, the headache got much much much worse after i watched the Oilers game last night. I know I know... I shouldnt take their 7 game losing streak so personally...but I do. Its like im in an abusive relationship. Oh Oilers, why do you hurt me so...and why do i keep coming back from more? Maybe its more of an S and M thing. I keep cheering cuz they cause me so much pain.
Work is also pretty stressful. Im in court this afternoon [ this post has been drawn out over an hour now as i write a sentence or 2 every few minutes of solitude] and again tomorrow.
Now Im going to give some props to some blog buddies. Congrats to:
Lulu, who won a Kareoke contest
CBK, who has had 10,000 visitors
Camo Girl, whose Blog is worth $19,758.90. [which is approx 19,758.90 more than what mine is worth]
Cindy, who has a continuing mission to remind us of the dos and donts of gas station etiquette and
Carrie, who is regularily "gettin some" .
The headache which has been lodged behind my left eye for the last week is getting progressively worse. I believe it corresponds directly to how close my moving day is...which also corresponds directly to how messy my apartment has become. I hate living out of boxes and with meager supplies. Especially when they are somehow spread across the whole of my apartment.
However, the headache got much much much worse after i watched the Oilers game last night. I know I know... I shouldnt take their 7 game losing streak so personally...but I do. Its like im in an abusive relationship. Oh Oilers, why do you hurt me so...and why do i keep coming back from more? Maybe its more of an S and M thing. I keep cheering cuz they cause me so much pain.
Work is also pretty stressful. Im in court this afternoon [ this post has been drawn out over an hour now as i write a sentence or 2 every few minutes of solitude] and again tomorrow.
Now Im going to give some props to some blog buddies. Congrats to:
Lulu, who won a Kareoke contest
CBK, who has had 10,000 visitors
Camo Girl, whose Blog is worth $19,758.90. [which is approx 19,758.90 more than what mine is worth]
Cindy, who has a continuing mission to remind us of the dos and donts of gas station etiquette and
Carrie, who is regularily "gettin some" .
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Say What?!
http://blognhotties.blogspot.com
Apparently i am a blogging hottie.
I just wish they put up pictures of me that were more flattering... the one where i was body surfing and was bleeding? yeah, i really dont think is that sexy at all.
I guess im pretty honored. Mostly cuz I have never at any time felt that i was a hottie. [despite the fact that my 7 yr old nephew assures me that i am all the time]
Apparently i am a blogging hottie.
I just wish they put up pictures of me that were more flattering... the one where i was body surfing and was bleeding? yeah, i really dont think is that sexy at all.
I guess im pretty honored. Mostly cuz I have never at any time felt that i was a hottie. [despite the fact that my 7 yr old nephew assures me that i am all the time]
Monday, October 24, 2005
Someone's Got a case of the Mondays
The only thing worse than spending all Friday vomiting, is coming to work on Monday and seeing the huge pile of work on your desk that you were supposed to do on Friday. Its like every single one of my clients needed me on Friday or Thursday night...called and left strange crytic messages with my assistant and then faxed or emailed me something equally odd. Weird.
My weekend pretty much sucked. I actually think i enjoyed Friday's pukefest more than Saturday's pack-fest. Yes. I would rathe retch my guts than organize and pack my shit into boxes.
Thats all i have to say for now. Too busy and crabby....and Im not even going into the 7 -1 loss of the Oilers on Friday to the Avs.
My weekend pretty much sucked. I actually think i enjoyed Friday's pukefest more than Saturday's pack-fest. Yes. I would rathe retch my guts than organize and pack my shit into boxes.
Thats all i have to say for now. Too busy and crabby....and Im not even going into the 7 -1 loss of the Oilers on Friday to the Avs.
Friday, October 21, 2005
there are few things more humbling
than waking up in a pile of your own vomit...
except now, i see that i decided to blog while wasted. and write that i had sex.
good golly. im going back to bed.
except now, i see that i decided to blog while wasted. and write that i had sex.
good golly. im going back to bed.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
THISIS JUST2 SAY
FUCK
Im W=ASTED
[withougt csps lock 0
seriouisly why did my oileers lose? so suclky
juict needs a dwrink
AFTER all shre drank alaredy
Im W=ASTED
[withougt csps lock 0
seriouisly why did my oileers lose? so suclky
juict needs a dwrink
AFTER all shre drank alaredy
Half- Nekkid Thursday Numero 5
I never realised that I look like a 12 yr old boy from the back until now.
I originally planed to post this last week...but i decided last minute not to post 2 shots of my tattoos back to back [haha 'back'...get it. shit.] on HNT.
This tattoo, alike the last, had something to do with a boy. The symbol for infinity has many different interpretations... here are some of the ones i have used to 'explain' it in the past:
- that I had moved on from my one ex, that life had gone on, etc. etc. and now i was happy with Dumbass, the guy i was with at the time i got it. [mental note: stop getting tats with boys]
- after Dumbass and I not so pleasantly parted ways, I decided that it meant that i was stuck in a continuous loop of getting stomped on by guys that i fell in love with. [melodramatic little fucker, aint i?]
- Two years later, and following my newer, 'que sera sera' attitude, it represents that I should just keep on keepin on cuz life just keeps moving along. [whoa that rhymes] If things are bad...just wait. It will pass.
Of course, if someone asks me, I just say that 8 is my lucky number and they drew it on sideways.
For all things half- nekkid, go here
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Its been 24 hrs...
Who wants to go for cocktails?! I'm buying! Im sure there is a place that has 'happy hour' at 930 am....
Monday, October 17, 2005
Fuck I need a drink!
I never realised how much i loved drinking until it was taken away.
I have been taking this medication for the past week in which i am not able to drink alcohol. And its not one of those "suggested" things either: its the bloody law. The drug is the same shit they give to recovering alcoholics to prevent them from sneaking in a drink or 2... within minutes of having alcohol in your bloodstream you become evilly physically ill. And, gentle readers, if you have been following along with me in your books, I can usually drink myself to vomiting, but at the 15- 18 drink stage. NOT at one.
Normally, I just like drinking...however, right now we are totally in NEED a drink stage. Why?:
- brutal loss of my beloved Oilers to those cocksucking, stupid motherfucker Flames. In fact, a fucking shut out.
- stress of moving. I really really hate moving. Im uber happy to be moving in with Jer, but i still hate the process.
- Ikea furniture. Alan keys are not my friends. Nuff Said.
- did i mention the Flames thing. GRRR!
Well, I have 2 days left on my prescription... then its 24 hrs to get it out of my system... then its fucking go time. I should make sure i dont have any Thursday morning appointments. I have a feeling i may be a little hungover.
As a side note, here are some other "fun" side effects of that drug:
They forgot "desire to drink heavily". Although that "mood or other mental changes " may explain a lot.
I have been taking this medication for the past week in which i am not able to drink alcohol. And its not one of those "suggested" things either: its the bloody law. The drug is the same shit they give to recovering alcoholics to prevent them from sneaking in a drink or 2... within minutes of having alcohol in your bloodstream you become evilly physically ill. And, gentle readers, if you have been following along with me in your books, I can usually drink myself to vomiting, but at the 15- 18 drink stage. NOT at one.
Normally, I just like drinking...however, right now we are totally in NEED a drink stage. Why?:
- brutal loss of my beloved Oilers to those cocksucking, stupid motherfucker Flames. In fact, a fucking shut out.
- stress of moving. I really really hate moving. Im uber happy to be moving in with Jer, but i still hate the process.
- Ikea furniture. Alan keys are not my friends. Nuff Said.
- did i mention the Flames thing. GRRR!
Well, I have 2 days left on my prescription... then its 24 hrs to get it out of my system... then its fucking go time. I should make sure i dont have any Thursday morning appointments. I have a feeling i may be a little hungover.
As a side note, here are some other "fun" side effects of that drug:
vaginal irritation, discharge, or dryness not present before use of this medicine; black, tarry stools; blood in urine or stools; clumsiness or unsteadiness; frequent or painful urination; inability to control urine flow; mood or other mental changes ; nausea and vomiting; pinpoint red spots on skin ; sense of pelvic pressure; skin rash, hives, redness, or itching; sore throat and fever; stomach and back pain (severe); unusual bleeding or bruising
They forgot "desire to drink heavily". Although that "mood or other mental changes " may explain a lot.
Friday, October 14, 2005
All Juicy all the time!
I saw that people had those '100 things about me' pages [or how Cindy who just did a really big survey] and decided to do one myself.
However, not wanting to only pick 100 things about myself [or to be more honest, to find 100 things about me that i decided to disclose], i just decided to do an "about" page.
Beyond the Intersection: About Juicy A
I'll prolly add to it now and then... just check it out on my sidebar thingy --> feel free to comment and ask more questions. Its like an interview with Juicy that you control. All interactives like.
Woot.
However, not wanting to only pick 100 things about myself [or to be more honest, to find 100 things about me that i decided to disclose], i just decided to do an "about" page.
Beyond the Intersection: About Juicy A
I'll prolly add to it now and then... just check it out on my sidebar thingy --> feel free to comment and ask more questions. Its like an interview with Juicy that you control. All interactives like.
Woot.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Ready to ride into the sunset on my wedding stallion...
You are LaFawnduh. Why are you so sweaty?
Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
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I totally got busted on the internet by my assistant because this made me laugh so hard.
HNT#4-- Eye Spy
I actually am more than half nekkid in this picture... you just cant see it all... [hee hee]
I know its a pretty tame pic compared to others', but the fact is, I need to unveil my body piece by piece slowly, or, knowing me, Ill just get it all over with and post a full frontal nudie shot.
My eyes are hazel, which is a fancy term for browny-greeny-yellowy. Not having a regular old 'normal' eye colour used to annoy me when i was a kid. There is no crayon that easily colours hazel. You never see dolls or Barbies with hazel eyes [ just good old brown green and blue]. No singer has sung about having a hazel eyed girl [ although Kelly Clarkson, who obviously shares my sorrow, has recently somewhat changed this...]
But, mostly, because no one ever correctly guessed my eye colour-- boys in grade 4 telling me i have such pretty green eyes, teachers correcting my autobiography in grade 6 because obviously my eyes are brown... I have now come to grips with the fact that they change according to what im wearing, my mood, and [ so i think] my menstrual cycle.
Here, I think my red wig makes them look really green.
You can also see my eyebrow ring scar, caused when it was unceremoniously ripped out by some overzealous dork pushing my cowboy hat down at a rave. Thats another story for another day...
Visit all things half nekkid here.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
My evil Twin
Have you ever been in the mood where you just want to smoke cigarettes, drink gin, blare punk rock, and kick over some furniture? And its only 10 am? And you are at work? Im totally in that mood right now.
Its not that im angry or in a pissy mood... i just want to create some chaos. Start some havoc. Rip shit up.
Maybe its because i straightened my hair for the first time in about 6 months last night. I am my own evil twin bent on destruction, mayhem, and with no frizzies.
When I dated the super-ex [approx. 6 million years ago], whenever i went out alone or when he was out of town, I would back comb my hair, buy a pack of Benson and Hedges Ultra lights and go out on a drunken rampage. My friends referred to this character as "Lola". I never really did anything bad as Lola... but i was pretty restricted in my activities with him and by simply getting drunk and boisterous i woulda been pissing him off.
Im not restricted at all with Jer and he [ i think] likes when I get silly and drunk. Maybe Lola is lashing out on the fact that i have a pretty square job and she wants me to mix it up. Or maybe i just miss having straight hair.
Anyways, Im going to go raise some hell with the receptionist... maybe have a boot party on the copier...start a fire in the recycle bin. Or not.
Its not that im angry or in a pissy mood... i just want to create some chaos. Start some havoc. Rip shit up.
Maybe its because i straightened my hair for the first time in about 6 months last night. I am my own evil twin bent on destruction, mayhem, and with no frizzies.
When I dated the super-ex [approx. 6 million years ago], whenever i went out alone or when he was out of town, I would back comb my hair, buy a pack of Benson and Hedges Ultra lights and go out on a drunken rampage. My friends referred to this character as "Lola". I never really did anything bad as Lola... but i was pretty restricted in my activities with him and by simply getting drunk and boisterous i woulda been pissing him off.
Im not restricted at all with Jer and he [ i think] likes when I get silly and drunk. Maybe Lola is lashing out on the fact that i have a pretty square job and she wants me to mix it up. Or maybe i just miss having straight hair.
Anyways, Im going to go raise some hell with the receptionist... maybe have a boot party on the copier...start a fire in the recycle bin. Or not.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
I may need it...but do i neccesarily want it?
I stole this from Lulu, mostly cuz it made me laugh so much that coffee just came flying outta my nose:
1. Go to Google
2. Type in "[your name] needs" -- and make sure you remember the quotes
3. Inform your blogging public what 5 things you need.
Ug.
Apparently Juicy needs:
1. Juicy Needs, This Horny Teen Loves Playing With Her Shaved Pussy At Night
2. Juicy Needs, Amateur Big Tit Teen Soaks Her White Cotton Panties
3. Juicy, needs to rest off the fire at least five minutes to finish cooking and absorb liquid.
4. juicy. Needs good fertility for consistent quality and cluster size. Ripens midseason.
5. juicy needs a spanking? a nice big dirty one
Umm. Actually. Juicy needs a shower. She is kinda creeped out.
1. Go to Google
2. Type in "[your name] needs" -- and make sure you remember the quotes
3. Inform your blogging public what 5 things you need.
Ug.
Apparently Juicy needs:
1. Juicy Needs, This Horny Teen Loves Playing With Her Shaved Pussy At Night
2. Juicy Needs, Amateur Big Tit Teen Soaks Her White Cotton Panties
3. Juicy, needs to rest off the fire at least five minutes to finish cooking and absorb liquid.
4. juicy. Needs good fertility for consistent quality and cluster size. Ripens midseason.
5. juicy needs a spanking? a nice big dirty one
Umm. Actually. Juicy needs a shower. She is kinda creeped out.
Juicy A beyond Turkey Day
Back at the grind after a blissful day off from work. Not that it was a relaxing weekend or anything... the highlights:
1. Drunk on Friday... not super puke-on-the-bar drunk, but more of a happy drunk where i just want to dance and be the life of the party. On returning to the Bar Named Sue in a less drunken state, I am surprised I didnt catch Hep A from that place.
2. Paiting on Saturday... I dont know if its just my boy, or all boys in general, but man oh man are they messy! After 6 hrs of painting, I had a few drops on my hands and a couple of blotches of paint on my pants. Jer, on the other hand, was COVERED in paint. In his ears, his face, under all his fingernails and his clothes were caked with the stuff. I guess, to be fair, I should say that i was painting the delicate little trellis and he was roller painting. Still, though, it was pretty crazy.
3. Turkey on Sunday... at the parents house. Parents did their best to embarrass me as much as possible again. Topics of coversation included how bad my hair looks, how flat chested i am, how bad my clothes are, then switched into commenting how my dad thinks my best friend is 'hot' and wants to get pictures of her naked and something about how cartoon breasts are just as hot as real breasts. I left the table when he started talking about how mormons have it all right because they fuck a different woman every night. Yeesh.
4. Galaxyland Monday... I hate West Edmonton Mall. Its because Im local and its a big tourist trap. There are the same stores all over Edmonton [and Calgary too] just they arent stuck in the same building with a waterpark, aquarium, ice rink, bowling alleys, amusement park, etc. etc. That being said, I really love the amusement park. [which used to be called Fantasyland until Disney sued them over the name...what the fuck?] Anyways, I took my nephews and my Jer on the rides there-- although i dont think my beloved enjoyed the triple loop rollercoaster as much as i did.
Other than that, I am happy to report that my Oilers have won all three games they have so far played...and are looking rather impressive if i may say. The Flames have lost all 3. [ i could so rub this fact in, but i aint like that]. Even my Bills managed to pull off a win.
1. Drunk on Friday... not super puke-on-the-bar drunk, but more of a happy drunk where i just want to dance and be the life of the party. On returning to the Bar Named Sue in a less drunken state, I am surprised I didnt catch Hep A from that place.
2. Paiting on Saturday... I dont know if its just my boy, or all boys in general, but man oh man are they messy! After 6 hrs of painting, I had a few drops on my hands and a couple of blotches of paint on my pants. Jer, on the other hand, was COVERED in paint. In his ears, his face, under all his fingernails and his clothes were caked with the stuff. I guess, to be fair, I should say that i was painting the delicate little trellis and he was roller painting. Still, though, it was pretty crazy.
3. Turkey on Sunday... at the parents house. Parents did their best to embarrass me as much as possible again. Topics of coversation included how bad my hair looks, how flat chested i am, how bad my clothes are, then switched into commenting how my dad thinks my best friend is 'hot' and wants to get pictures of her naked and something about how cartoon breasts are just as hot as real breasts. I left the table when he started talking about how mormons have it all right because they fuck a different woman every night. Yeesh.
4. Galaxyland Monday... I hate West Edmonton Mall. Its because Im local and its a big tourist trap. There are the same stores all over Edmonton [and Calgary too] just they arent stuck in the same building with a waterpark, aquarium, ice rink, bowling alleys, amusement park, etc. etc. That being said, I really love the amusement park. [which used to be called Fantasyland until Disney sued them over the name...what the fuck?] Anyways, I took my nephews and my Jer on the rides there-- although i dont think my beloved enjoyed the triple loop rollercoaster as much as i did.
Other than that, I am happy to report that my Oilers have won all three games they have so far played...and are looking rather impressive if i may say. The Flames have lost all 3. [ i could so rub this fact in, but i aint like that]. Even my Bills managed to pull off a win.
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