tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78877842008-07-10T21:13:58.753-04:00Naughty & Girl Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14699978412544712524noreply@blogger.comBlogger720125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-52329397487191833482008-02-27T04:00:00.001-05:002008-02-27T04:00:53.494-05:00

I've made a reservation for this new restaurant on March 1st - to celebrate my return to the sweet life. A cocktail, wine, dessert. Yea! Actually, I'm not really even looking forward to it that much, I'm pretty neutral. So weird. I've been doing a mini renovation in the bathroom and am disappointed in the lack of fumes related fun. Are they making fumes less toxic these days? Trying to

Girl Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210330933900668362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-56724831029645331902008-02-23T03:40:00.003-05:002008-02-23T03:46:48.899-05:00

I have only just grown to accept that I have actually not eaten sugar for over 3 weeks. I actually did it. I have another week before I'm calling the experiment complete, but holy crap! 22 days almost completely sugar free. I haven't craved sugar at all - it's bizarre. If it were to be averaged out, I bet I've eaten at least a candy bar a day for my entire life. That's over 10000 candy bars

Girl Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210330933900668362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-10908883323116457482008-02-09T01:54:00.000-05:002008-02-09T03:02:50.396-05:00

Alright, nobody wants to say it, myself included, but I'm going to anyway: there are too many retarded people working at Walmart. It isn't a bad word, it's an accurate one. They're not 'slow', they're not 'alternatively abled', they're retarded, and they can all be found at Walmart. Maybe this is a good reflection on the local economy, that the only people left to work at the Walmart here are

Girl Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210330933900668362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-79168252889940861242008-02-06T01:12:00.000-05:002008-02-06T01:17:43.445-05:00

It's the end of day 4 and I haven't been craving sugar at all yet. Weird, eh? I thought I would be scratching at the wrong side of a locked door by now, having barricaded myself away from candy, but not at all. The first couple days I was really tired and lethargic, sleeping a ton. That's begun to subside but it was really unexpected. I had to pee more often than usual as well, but that

Girl Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210330933900668362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-74253631989993209612008-01-31T19:41:00.001-05:002008-01-31T19:41:35.727-05:00

This is it, my last day before the dreaded month long sugar abstention. I have cookies in the oven; I'll have to eat them all tonight. And finish the port and the open bottle of wine. And the ice cream. Have one last cup of hot chocolate. It's just sugar, it won't be horrendous. I can eat other snacks instead: fruits, chips, popcorn, nuts, peanut butter - oh wait, is there added sugar in

Girl Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210330933900668362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-91600300628424927922008-01-31T03:20:00.000-05:002008-01-31T03:24:15.677-05:00

Since what I've been thinking of as my 'colon incident' I've decided to experiment with my diet and see if I notice any changes in my colonic health. January saw me drinking ginger tea first thing in the morning and last thing at night. I didn't really notice any change in my colon, but I found that it did wonders for my metabolism. So anyone looking to lose a little weight, consider adding

Girl Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210330933900668362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-75060440294252785442008-01-23T21:31:00.000-05:002008-01-23T21:45:56.497-05:00

The Princess is presently doing everything he can to avoid taking a shower. It's 9:32pm. He's working early tomorrow so he'll be going to bed soon. Oh - and he hasn't brushed his teeth today. He said he'd have a shower after his news programme is finished - I agreed. Then of course he puts the programme on pause and plays on the computer instead. Finally the news is done, he heaves a great

Girl Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210330933900668362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-59293172397971910982008-01-15T00:55:00.001-05:002008-01-15T00:55:45.536-05:00

Alright, so I'm in bed with the Princess and we're chatting and then we both sort of pause. He asks me if I've farted. I say no, because I was busy thinking that it was him. He lifts the blankets and the worst smell wafts out. We're both sort of horrified and whoever produced this should be horribly embarrassed. Except, I don't think it was me, sure I had some colon problems, but honestly!

Girl Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210330933900668362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-46876258069443867862008-01-10T04:37:00.000-05:002008-01-10T04:43:16.229-05:00

So, I decide to make baba ghanoush. The oven stopped working for whatever reason, so I have to use the indoor grill. I hesitate for a moment when I see all the stuff in the grill pan: charred remains of previously grilled foods. I slice the eggplant and toss it on. I should mention here that our grill has a couple of melted downward loops caused by flare ups when cooking in the past. A

Girl Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210330933900668362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-89817209300726121442008-01-08T01:15:00.000-05:002008-01-08T01:19:15.677-05:00

When the Princess and I are together, we share a bed (obviously) and sleep nude. When I'm at my parents' house I sleep alone in my sister's old room, wearing a nightdress. When I'm at my sister's I share her bed and wear a pair of shorts and a tank top or a nightshirt. Preamble, I know, but it leads to something weird but hilarious - at least, to me. I'm here with the Princess and have been

Girl Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210330933900668362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-85981408847923812342008-01-05T22:42:00.001-05:002008-01-05T22:47:44.598-05:00

I suppose I should credit the Princess with helping keep the house clean. Granted I didn't expect his assistance to lead to my saying the following sentence, "Since your shower was so infrequently used this week, I guess we don't have to clean it. Great." That's right. The Princess has foregone showers for the week. Alright, not the whole week, but he had a shower just an hour ago and the

Girl Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210330933900668362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-43412343384138537482008-01-01T18:38:00.000-05:002008-01-01T18:39:44.672-05:00

Well, it's 2008 and I guess I've finished up my convalescing. Time to get back to having a life that doesn't revolve around food, my weight, and going to the bathroom. Nobody wants to hear about my poop anymore. I suppose I was done talking about it anyway. We're back. And we're ready to do this thing again. New graphics, getting rid of old graphics, blogging regularly. Having a life fun

Girl Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210330933900668362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-48797639537812821262007-11-21T21:14:00.000-05:002007-11-21T21:29:59.074-05:00

I've decided to do a little detox diet. This means No caffiene No alcohol No refined sugars No wheat No meat No junk food (obviously) It's day three. Originally I had planned to go for ten days. But then i remembered that i'm going home for the weekend. And I think it will be exhausting to have to continually explain this diet to my parents. So I may just go for five days instead. Which maybe

Naughtyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675058814038133833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-23083931228000189652007-11-08T20:38:00.001-05:002007-11-08T22:46:53.612-05:00

I'm so tired. This time change has done me in. It's only 8:30 and i want to go to sleep. And i've got work to do and i don't want to do it. I want to do anything but the work i'm supposed to do for a 10:00am meeting tomorrow. It was supposed to be at 4:00pm but they moved it up to 10:00am. Bastards. So to procrastinate I've been checking out some speed dating sites. Yes i'm thinking about speed

Naughtyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675058814038133833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-80061768926061616812007-10-27T17:44:00.000-04:002007-10-27T17:46:08.737-04:00

A couple of days ago I met some guy in a coffee shop. He chatted me up gave me his number and asked me to call him. He's not really my type, but I figured what the hell? Two days later, on Wednesday, I called, and left a message on his voice mail. He called me back at 11:30pm and leaves a message on my voice mail On Thursday the phone rang a few times. I had a lot of work to complete so I

Naughtyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675058814038133833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-82637076230614377492007-10-22T22:43:00.000-04:002007-10-22T22:45:06.461-04:00

Yesterday I went shopping at Winners and bought a few things: A pair of jeans, some Keds, a jacket and a red-hooded sweatshirt. I was wondering where the sweatshirt was made. I assumed it was made in China and wanted to confirm. It didn't surprise me that it was made in China. What surprised me was the materials label. I figured the sweatshirt was made of cotton, lycra or polyester, or something

Naughtyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675058814038133833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-52369896913346985012007-10-02T20:40:00.000-04:002007-10-02T20:41:17.862-04:00

I have an old but good, mattress. I want to get rid of it quickly so I'm giving it away for free. I put up a classified ad yesterday and five people responded right away. Now I'm in a conundrum - who do I give the mattress to? The person who responded first? The funny guy? The straightforward respondent? The really sweet person? The pleasant person who spelled everything correctly? Who would

Naughtyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675058814038133833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-51026150045627278852007-10-01T18:36:00.000-04:002007-10-01T18:41:21.671-04:00

It's been ages since I've blogged. I'd like to blame it on girlx being ill, or my new writing class I'm taking or because I've been in detox for a booze bender, but none of those reasons would be true. It's just because I'm ruthlessly undisciplined. Usually this isn't too big a deal, but today, this fault is annoying me I'd been thinking about going to NYC for months. Summer came and went.

Naughtyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675058814038133833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-16542905378830928402007-09-27T17:33:00.000-04:002007-09-28T02:21:50.481-04:00

How do you know if your doctor is any good? I can't quite tell. He isn't great, I know that. But he isn't bad enough that I can tell for sure. In any case, once whatever the hell is going on with me is over with and taken care of - it'll be time to find a new doctor. Whether my doctor sucks or not, there is no question that the nurses and receptionists in that office are not on top of things

Girl Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210330933900668362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-21356441968987205432007-09-12T04:01:00.000-04:002007-09-12T04:48:10.816-04:00

Our anniversary has passed and neither Naughty or I had any idea until now. Naughty probably won't know until she reads this post in fact, because she really has no idea when our anniversary is and indeed forgets it every year. I on the other hand, have been totally out of it for the last month and a half and am just glad I finally came to my senses for long enough to make a post. Long story

Girl Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210330933900668362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-52390939365102764892007-08-27T21:58:00.000-04:002007-08-27T22:09:25.543-04:00

I've decided that I need to rethink how I'm spending my money. I save some money. I pay my bills. But I feel that for the last two months I've been spending with absolutely no regard for my bank account. And if I were buying tangible things, then at least I'd have something to show for it. But I haven't. Sowhat have I spent my money on? Not clubs, I've been opting for the casual, cover-free,

Naughtyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675058814038133833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-31649930521426565272007-08-06T12:32:00.000-04:002007-08-06T12:35:46.627-04:00

I didn't plan on getting too stoned when I ate the hash granola bar. But when I found myself lying on the beach, topless, enjoying the feeling of the sun on my back, completely lost in my own thoughts, feeling waves of electricity coarse over my body - it hit me. I was stoned. At first it was ok. I figured I'd just enjoy it and ride it out. But it didn't subside. I just kept getting more and

Naughtyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675058814038133833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-59767434759332179282007-07-27T18:22:00.000-04:002007-07-27T18:24:03.175-04:00

I hate my iron pills. I really hate them. I sort of accidentally on purpose forgot to take them last night and this morning and I feel awesome. No more lethargy, no more weird spacey light-headedness, no more weird pink tint to my skin. As far as I can tell I have my full vocabulary waiting within easy reach. I haven't clicked ctrl+o even once and then sat looking and wondering what the hell

Girl Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14210330933900668362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-62804608996287591772007-07-26T20:10:00.000-04:002007-07-26T20:12:50.975-04:00

I've always heard that everyone has a twin but I've never seen anyone that really comes close to looking like me. Until today. I was out running this morning and saw a woman cross the road just ahead of me. I thought in passing. "Wow she's hot" Then I blinked and looked at her again. She was black, short, with short blonde hair. As I was examining her, she was checking me out. Then it was like

Naughtyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01675058814038133833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7887784.post-74953465530970464742007-07-19T05:04:00.001-04:002007-07-19T05:04:37.624-04:00

My poor Princess has a borderline phobia about birds. He can function around them, but damn does he hate them! They freak him out completely and having a bird in pecking distance has him breaking out in sweats and hurrying his pace. I don't know where it comes from, Alfred Hitchcock? Repressed childhood trauma? Post traumatic stress from some experience he has yet to relay to me? Who knows?

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