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5/29/2008

Catching Up

Ok... whew... finally I have some time to sit down and blah blog about me. I've been locking myself in my room in the past week to watch Keanu Faria on Bel Ami's French Kiss. He has to be one of the prettiest boys I've ever seen.

I am only kidding. I didn't lock myself in my room watching him, although he IS one of the prettiest boys I've seen. I've actually been sick and busy. Last Wednesday, I woke up feeling dizzy. I thought it was just because I didn't have enough sleep. I debated whether to go to work, and I decided to go. I took a shower, got dressed, put on one sock, and as I was about to put on the second one, I had this uncontrollable sensation that something's coming out of my stomach. Yup! I puked. My stomach cramped and it hurt like someone sticks a knife into your guts and stirs everything up. I said to myself, that's it, I am not going to work today, and therefore I took my very first sick day. The good news is that it just came and went like that, and I felt much better after I threw up 6 times that day.

But being sick did not excuse me from what was coming up. We actually moved on the Memorial Day weekend. I spent Thursday and Friday packing up all my stuff. I never liked moving. It's hard labor and not fun at all. I also realized how much clothes I had. I gave 3 bags away to charity and stored 4 16-gallon tubs of clothes in the garage, and my closet is still full. If I mention anything about buying clothes for myself on this blog in the next month, somebody please spank slap me. Oh harder, mister, harder!!

After we moved, then there's the endless unpacking and rearranging. Gosh it feels so boring and repetitive... you put everything is a box, move it, open it, and take everything out. My arsonist personality wanted to light everything on fire and just start over at the new place so I wouldn't have to move it. (Oh no, I don't mean you, Wii Wii. Daddy loves you!) I do love the new place a lot though. It's in a good neighborhood with a nice pool, and it's close to everything. It's also close to a high school so I should be seeing some hot 18-year-old football jocks or 18-year-old swimmers. Note I did bold 18-year-old.


Oh, I forgot to mention that I had a dream a couple nights ago that I was having oral sex with a fellow blogger, who shall remain unnamed forever. It was pretty hot. ;p

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow I didn't know I was in your dreams! :) Only kidding.

That porn star does look pretty cute, but then again most of them do. That's why they are stars.

Hope your all settled in from 'the move' and that you don't get sick again any time soon.

I've missed your updates!

Take care.

dit said...

Glad you are feeling better and that you are liking your new home.

Dreams are awesome. lol

Anonymous said...

it felt good.