Still Tippin'

One of these days, sometime in the (near?) future, I shall begin a sentence with "So, I was driving in my GT-R today..."

Nissan GT-R PROTO

Ok, so right now it's a concept car, but I can still conceptualize the idea, right? Save up for now and wait for it to come to Canada.

The car is a nice performance car, has good aerodynamics, blah, blah, blah. Guys, don't ask me about that bullshit. I don't care what's under the hood. It's just pretty, okay?

*mentally adds to Christmas/Birthday/whatever-strikes-my-fancy Wishlist*

Daughter, Sister, Friend, Superhero

I am but one person but I am many things to other people. Daughter, sister, student, fashion critic, stubborn, annoying, loud, life adviser, fabulous, relationship therapist, bank, lover, leader, a lender of stuff. Now, I can add superhero to the list. A couple nights ago, I inadvertantly saved my good friend Devlin from a possible mugging, assault, or possibly a worse fate. However, thanks to my long blog entries and ever-so interesting life, I prevented Devlin from leaving his work 10 minutes earlier than he did because he was reading my blog. Whilst engrossed in my raving of my shoes and mesmerized by that awful picture from Russia, some unfortunate (and apparently stupid) soul got mugged at the ATM outside his work at 3 am. You're welcome, Dev. We're even now. Years of you taxiing me around, chartering our asses to clubbing, pool, bowling, Mississauga and beyond... We're cool now. ^_~ Besides saving lives, I'm also a plant-deliverer and networker extraordinare. Today I went downtown with a thank you note and a lucky bamboo plant to see the lawyer I met with last week. A little ass-kissing, yes. But it only cost me $4.50. A $5 dollar ass-kissing can go along way if you want to get ahead in life, I'm sure. From what I've learned from her, the field is not as simple as it seems and it's fucking cutthroat. But as I walked down Bay St., walking amongst the lawyers and business people during rush hour, I realized there are two words that are actually enticing, no, luring me to join them: disposable income. Can you imagine being single and living on the income of someone working on Bay St.? Seems like heaven to me. Fuck me, it's blocks away from the Prada, Hermes and Louis Vuitton stores! Money-hungry bitch? Well, not exactly. I think I just enjoy the thought of not having to worry about money when I'm on my own and being able to get a grande chocolate chip mint frap from Starbucks without thinking twice. Because as my parents have taught me, money is not important unless you need it, and I don't intend on being one of those money-hungry types who forgets to appreciate the finer things in life. Like a gorgeous pair of Manolo Blahnik Mary Janes. I know my dream is a little far-fetched, but dammit, it's viable. All I need is a little hardwork, a little flirting and sweet-talking, do the assignments and pass the exams. I should be good, right? Speaking of which, back to homework...

From Russia, with Love.

Can someone please explain to me what this is:

I notice the URL in the picture ends in ".ru", so I'm looking at my Russian friends Alex or Iljya for help with this one.

I don't even have words to try and guess what that is.

Notproud.com

For many, many years, I've vistited this site and it has kept me occupied on the internet for hours on end. This site features random confessions from random people who I guess post whenever they just can't hold it inside. Why do I like reading stranger's confessions? Mostly for the comical factor, that's why! Some people question whether half these confessions are even legit but I like to think they are because it makes my world seem less dysfunctional and a bit more boring... (warning: some of the following confessions may be a bit explicit, but that's what makes them fun!)

09/29/2005 at 16:30:25

I knew this girl for years but always thought she was too shy and way too skinny. She invited me over and fed me great filippino food and beer and then said "and for dessert... " and the got on her knees and blew me excellently. It turns out she was a total freak, with very prominent and permanently hard nipples and the ability to take my cock in her mouth or pussy and grip me like a strong hand. For weeks we fucked like mad, so much so she got a rug burn at the base of her spine. Then she called to tell me she had to tell her boyfriend about us because I had given her genital warts and she gave them to him. I felt bad because it was injury on top of insult for him. And because she was going to set me up with her friend who wanted rough sex and with her very hot sister and now was not because of the warts.

06/06/2005 at 13:21:01 My wife and I have two really beautiful friends who are girls. Sometimes they come into town and stay at our place. I've gone into the shower after them and collected the hair I've found in the drain. I sort through it for the curly pubic hair. Then I store it away wrapped in kleenex.

02/29/2004 at 11:06:48 I've lost 85 pounds in the last 3 months. But they're still calling me 'elephant chic'. I only weigh 363 pounds now. I'm starting to get very depressed again. And when I get depressed I eat. I'm thinking about firingup the amc pacer and heading to mcdonalds' for a small snack before lunchtime. I think I'll get 3 or 4 quarterpounder combos supersized, a couple large chocolateshakes and possibly 2 or 3 big mac combos supersized for the ride back home. It's about 12 blocks to home, don't want to have hunger pains before I get back home.You know what? Hell I'm depressed. The hell with all of it. The hell with the 85 pounds I lost. I'm going to mcdonalds for that small snack and I hope it holdsme over 2 hours until lunch time in which time I will probably be going to one of those 'all you can eat' places.

09/30/2005 at 01:01:33 I am ridiculously jealous of every single person that is having sex, or has had sex, and knows what it is like.

Just when you think your life is screwed up, there's always someone out there who can top it, folks. Never give up!

"When life gives you lemons, you clone those lemons to make superlemons"

^Loves it. (Versace S/S 2006)

Life has started up again for me. In fact, it has started up a bit too fast and a bit too much, especially school-wise. I have 6 assignments (three case comments, one essay, two reports) due in one week (school gods, why do you hate me so?). Unfortunately it is the week after the Thanksgiving weekend, where I had hoped to party it up like a bloody mofo. On Friday, I hope to have an evening out with the "Posse" and we'll probably end up going out for dinner since cooking is too barbaric for them. Haha, and the usual bar-hopping after, I guess. Same ol', same ol', but I haven't seen them since the summer and it's been about due time. On Saturday, it's the annual Thanksgiving dinner at Dev's. Mmm, home-cooked meal! I can't wait to see the "Orients" again. I look forward to seeing what witty limerick or anecdote Cuong has for us this year. It's been about three weeks since we all did something, but dammit we just have too much fun. This year I will attempt to help with the cooking. Hopefully after dinner we'll go out to the lake and do some fishing or sit around a bonfire. We haven't done that in awhile. Either way, I predict a great evening. Jon wants to go clubbing on Sunday night because his friend is promoting at a club or something (therefore, hookups). I haven't gone clubbing nor have I seen Jon in a long while either, so I look forward to hopefully doing that as well. Monday night looks like the usual dinner with the family, probably a feast with my faves like crab (mmm) and hopefully hopefully I'd have finished at least 3/4 of my assignments! Wishful thinking, eh eh. Just thinking about next weekend makes me greatful for everything I have in my life so far. How cliche that I think of that now, around Thanksgiving. My philosophy teacher said the state of happiness is "the feeling of not lacking" anything in your life. I think it's safe to say I'm truly happy.

P.S. I'm really loving Frankie J's remake of "More Than Words". Dig it.