Hi-ya!

So I went out last night....I NEVER go out during the week. Well, for that matter, I never go out ever but week nights especially. However, special occasion: Cute boy asked if I wanted to join him for drinks. Now....I have had little to no interest in dating since...oh...two years ago (something like that, trace it back to when Voldemort and I broke up...). There have been spurts where I'll attempt to date but nothing life shattering...so the fact that I kinda like Cute Boy and I'm kinda getting the vibe that he might like me back...well, these are good things - I think.
So, it ended with me being ridiculously drunk (but hiding it well I like to think) and him being...maybe drunk? He said it was fun and he was out of town this weekend but we should do it again next week. So...those are good signs, right? Maybe next week we can do something without all the alcohol though because I was definitely not feeling good all day long...and work today? ha...not one of my best days!

OH! Hello...

I know you probably thought I have forgotten all about this blog...well...I did. Not really forgot but just put it on the back burner. I'll come back to it in a couple weeks...but I'm still here, just hanging in.

PU! ER! TO! Rico!

I'm leaving in 3 days for Puerto Rico...well, 4 but it's close enough to Tuesday that I can say 3! I am so so so so so so so so so excited. I've been walking around work singing PU! ER! TO! Rico! *fist pump* all day. Pretty sure my coworkers want to trip me.
You'll be able to find me at the free form pool...
I'm not really sure what that means, unless it just means not oval or circular because if there are walls to the pool...then it has a form. Right? And if there are no walls...well...that's an ocean. Which I'll be a half block from.

I also am going to try my hand at some slots because it's the only gambling I know how to do. But I'm only going to spend like $20 doing that because I'll go broke quickly trying to master slots.

So everybody say it with me: PU! ER! TO! Rico!

he's so cute!

Alright, so the above guy is Justin Bieber...and yes I know, he's like 12. But, seriously, he is so adorable. If I were 15...I'd totally be in love with him. I'm 27 and not a fan of jail time...but isn't he so cute?

I fake a smile....

cheating death one noodle at a time...

Here I am, eating my lunch, sitting at the computer wondering how many calories I should be taking in a day. Also, how many extra calories should I be consuming if I want to keep up my "Gain 40 lbs" resolution. Anyways, so I'm surfing away and shoveling away...and uh oh! A noodle gets stuck, halfway up my nose and halfway down my throat. It was fettuccine...long, stringy, tricky things. I keep trying to swallow but my nose won't let it go. I try blowing my nose but my throat won't let it go. I was really worried it might get stuck there and start growing mold or fungus or something if I didn't get it out. Good news is, my body took over and made me puke...think I'll be passing on eating fettuccine for awhile.

GIVE IT TO ME!

Alright so I came home, all ready to eat something at home and now I'm really pissed off. Don't worry about what I'm mad about, it's not important. What is important is that only fried food can fix it. But I can't go out for it! What am I to do? Stupid people making me stupid mad. I hate you.