Wonky Wednesday

It's like Random Tuesdayness but not as lame as the one yesterday with me bitching incessantly. I'll only bitch a bit today, and of course include pics of Mr. Hottness. It just occurred to me I'm PMSing. Great. Just great. It explains a lot.

Why is that when you ovulate your libido skyrockets for about four days and then like three days later you turn into a bitch from hell? It makes no sense. Maybe it's an evolutionary thing where you become all lovey and horny and want more sex than you can handle... and then your body figures you did what you were supposed to do (because sex is for procreation only, not for pleasure) and then you are forced fight off all the rest of the males who want to try and impregnate you because you're already pregnant?! So you fend them off because ... oh hell, I don't know. It was just a thought.

You guys will love this... here is the text conversation I had with Joe the Drummer today.

Me - I'm done
Joe - With what
Me - My meetings
Joe - Wanna get together today
Me - I don't think so
Joe - Why
Joe - Hello... why
Me - Because I'm not sure you've been 100% honest with me
Joe - Oh really... what don't you think I've not been honest about (great grammar, huh)
Me - A lot of things don't seem to fit. Like your past. And where you're at right now.
Joe - Well you can choose to believe me or not i am who i am... im honest but blunt so its up to you i know who i am

I didn't respond....

Then he sends: So you can choose to be with me because i'm a fantastic man with a lot to offer or you can not too. It will be sad but your loss take your pick

And another: But when you decide of whether your gonna stick around or walk away at least let me know so i'm not left guessin

I didn't respond

Two hours later:
Me: Is Dimmick really your last name?
Joe: Yes
Me: Be honest with me. Is there anything you've told me that isn't the truth?
Joe: Ah no where would you get that...
Me: Just answer my question please
Joe: Everything is the truth

Why can't all men just be like Edward?

As of tomorrow, the countdown to San Fran is officially down to three weeks. Do you know what that means? It means I'll be in San Francisco in three weeks from tomorrow. Actually that's a lie. But I'll be very near San Fran, so that's all that matters right? Why do I ask you guys so many questions? Why do I refer to "you guys" at all? Oh, because I adore the fact that you take the time to read my rambling... that's why. I'm having an insecure day today. Can you tell? So then, if we extrapolate the date as of Friday and venture forward by 4 weeks, you'll find that I'll be in San Diego. I'm pretty full of shit today, too, apparently. But seriously, I'm excited for my trips.

Oh, I almost forgot. I made dinner last night...

I'll wait while you get up off the floor..

It was actually really good. I made Spring Stroganoff a la Rachael Ray. I saw it on her show last week. Think stroganoff without meat but lots of veggies. I grilled some chicky boobies to go with it b/c I figured my dad would want some protein. Except for the fact that the effing BBQ wouldn't stay lit, so they got half-grilled/half-oven-broiled chicky boobies. Oh well, it still tasted good. Now I have to figure out what I'm making next week.

Ooh, I just got a major craving for a Mrs. Fields chocolate chip cookie. Or 10. I think I'll be stopping my the mall for some cookies on my way home. Just found out my parentals are going to O'Falafel for dinner and I'm gonna meet them down there. Being that my dad is Middle Eastern, I'm not always excited to eat Arabic food. This place is pretty good though. It's owned by some friends of the family. I'm just a picky bitch.

Well, I just got the call that the fam is on the way so that means it's time to pack up my shit and go. Hope y'all have had a fantabulous day and I'll catch you on the flip side, bitches!

I don't know where my potty mouth has come from today...