i send my SOS to the world- this is my message in a bottle. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Big Pimpin'. OOOOh. Well, first off, I'm so amped even though I'm so tired. Open up north, close downtown. Somethings wrong when you leave for work early in the morning with everyone else, and than get home from work at nearly 11:30PM. I'm just in the door right now, sitting down blogging because I've got to gush. OOohkay. I love being busy, and at the clubhouse we're closing so it was much busyness packing everything away, putting everything on sale, etc. I left around 2:30 and rode downtown with Angel. So Michael was there today. A heh. A heh. This I think is the total highlight of my existence right now because I'm grinning like a total idiot and giggling like a dork. I love it. Anyways, guess whatttt? He told me I was pretty :) AAAAAH. I should just have all these man's babies or at least attempt to. ::::happy dance::::. I so just played it off, but I walked away trying to supress myself, and after I walked out the door, I was grinning like a jack-o-lantern. He has this baritone voice like butter. And these eyes, and this just vibe that says, "come with me into the back room and do something very very bad". Or is that my imagination? Or is that my libido? I don't know, I don't care. A heh. A heh. Hey now, hey now- I'm a good girl. But man oh man, does this one make me want to act up. Oh yes, and remember that guy I mentioned that said he'd come back to leave his number? He actually came back. Two days in a row after the day I met him, because I think I wasn't there the first time. He corralled me outside the bathroom, paper and number in hand. I lied and told him I had a man, but I took the paper. A heeeeh. This is so great. What is this? There really is no explanation for this sudden turn of events that I can explain. Am I just noticing it now or paying attention to it? I have no idea. What's up with this? I have no objection but it's kinda nice and different considering how down I was a little while ago. I needed this. I don't think I'm that great (okay, sometimes I do of myself, but that's more a personal thing- I don't really think about whether or not other people do.) This is just incredibly weird- I feel kind of like I'm a different person. Are they seeing something I'm totally missing? Anyway, downtown is the HUB at the moment. There are people everywhere, and NFL players everywhere. Fricking Angel got asked to party with two Green Bay Packers and someone from the Bucs came in to the clubhouse. There are all sorts of NFL players swarming. Even Ashanti and Ja Rule are staying like, 300 feet from where I'm working. Tomorrow is Friday: and it's all about location. I gotta get in somewhere GOOD tomorrow. Friday night downtown...a heh. a heh. Am I deviant or what? 11:26 p.m. - Thursday, Jan. 23, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bobcat Pretzel OOOOOkie dokie. More double shifting at work. Cold. Early. Late. Cold. Enough said. Anyways, on to the bright spot of my day: Michael. Ho-ly Hell. Okay. I'm sorry, but I cannot help it if this boy is so fiiine. I can't. I can't. I was gonna try not to gush, but I can't help it. I'm going to. He's half black, half white, 25, his skin is like cool mocha coffee and his voice is so frickin sexy. I'm dying. Dying. This boy makes me think naughty thoughts. I cannot help it! I'm trying to WORK here, yaknow? Must focus. Fold merchandise. Sell. Sell. Sell. Focus! I am focused. But my gooodness. I'm just thinking things I should NOT be thinking about at work, at least. Chant to myself: Regis Philbin, Regish Philbin. He better watch his back, or I just may molest him. Keep your back to the wall, kid. This girl's got some bobcat pretzel ready to emerge. 11:56 p.m. - Wednesday, Jan. 22, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's Raining Men! (all-lay-loo-yah) OOOOOOH. Adrenaline. I love a good challenge- and I'm so in the middle of one right now. Well, now I'm working downtown too. So I'm working like every single superbowl location everyday. 65+ hours in this week alone, and no days off for more than two weeks. I LOVE it. Bring it on, I so can do this. Go me, go me. Hehehehe. I love the vibe downtown- it's absolutely crazy, and it's only gonna get crazier as it gets closer. And it's GUYS UP THE YANG. I am soooo in the thick of it it's not even funny. I feel like Gloria Estefan, "Coming out of the dark!" up in here. I don't know where these guys were hiding or where I was hiding, but I got asked for my number twice today in the short time I was there, one of which said he was actually going to come back again tomorrow when I didn't give it to him. And I saw Michael again today....oooh man he is such a hottie. It's SERIOUS. We chatted for a little bit....oooooh I can't even breathe. Whenever we're done talking and he walks away, I laugh in my head like a little dirty old man. And I'm gonna be around him for the next 3 days. OOOOOh. I am so good right now it's not even funny. AND Art called! I am living high on the hog, and I don't even know why it's raining and pouring. Is it pheremones? Is it in the air? Is it the fact that it's a sporting event and maybe everyone just has more testosterone? I have no idea- BUT i'm so LOVING this. This is so GREAT. 10:54 p.m. - Tuesday, Jan. 21, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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