Props to Evil Woobie for turning me on to this. A blogger in the Philippines asked a blogger chick out on a date. She insisted he pay 10,000 Entrecard credits for the date. No shit, you just read that correctly. I don’t even know where to start with this one. The date never happened because the guy posted about the potential date on the Entrecard forums here, she found out about it, got her panties in a twist and dropped the guy. Via SMS. I love it. Geek dating. And you people bitch about going to bars and clubs?
Archive for June, 2008
Marrieds, listen up!! See this article here, where Doug and Annie Brown had sex for 101 days straight. Yeah, that’s right, every single day for over three months. Hell, that puts me to shame. Big time. The couple have been married for 14 years, have two kids, and predictably enough their sex life sucked ass until they embarked on their carnal experiment. Then they wrote a book about it.
So, in case you didn’t know, I won the First Date contest over on Dad’s House! Check out DM’s original post with the contest parameters (plus all the awesome comments left by his readers) as well as his follow-up post with an analysis of all the fabulous entries (plus links, of course).
I enjoy the writing, the sarcasm, and the brutal honesty of DM’s blog, and I’m totally stoked to win a $25 Amazon eCard (which I will probably spend on the next books in George R.R. Martin’s Song of Ice and Fire series, as I just read the first two of the series as part of my vow to the BF to Make The Most Of My Unemployment). Yes, you heard right, I read fantasy novels. What of it?
Even if you’re not unemployed with scads of free time like me (that is, when I’m not driving my boyfriend to the Emergency Room because he has kidney stones), check out all of the entries, linked in his follow-up post. They range from the practical to the laugh-out-loud hilarious, especially my fine entry, here. Okay, okay, check out Lance’s entry while you’re at it. Any post that contains the phrase “fuck like wildebeasts” is worth the read, even if he did spell wildebeest wrong.
Is 5:30 in the afternoon too early for a beer? Not if it’s a self-congratulatory beer!!! Peace out, peeps.
The BF has been overworked lately–lots of projects due, it’s his first year at the company so he’s everyone’s bitch, etc. He had recently apologized for this and vowed to spend the weekend relaxing with me, especially after he came home at 8:30 p.m. on Thursday and fell straight asleep (I had been walking the dog, usually his job, for several days). Unfortunately, it was not to be.
Friday he came home, again after 8 p.m., and fell asleep. He woke up much later and we walked the dog together, but by then it was after midnight and I was ready for bed (he’s an insomniac normally so with his nap he was wide awake). I was getting irritated because this was the second night in a row I’d been watching tv by myself downstairs (thanks to no friends in New City) while he slept, and then going to bed alone (no sex!) while he watched tv till the early hours.
Then he woke me up at 5:30 a.m. Saturday morning and asked me to take him to the Emergency Room. Continued
Well so I went to a wedding of a good friend of mine this weekend and had a blast. It was a gorgeous day, the ceremony was beautiful (not too long), and the reception afterwards was fun. I spent time catching up with friends and meeting some nice new people. Yup, I drank free booze and macked on the chicks, although unfortunately everyone was married or in serious LTR’s. Not a target rich environment, as they say.