WAY-O WAY-O, WAAAAAYYYY-O WAY-O! Walk like an Egyptian!

I want an Aidan... For those of you who don't know, I'm referring to Aidan Shaw, the character played by John Corbett in Sex and the City. He doesn't have to look like John Corbett, although that would be a bonus because he's kinda hot. But anyway, he's earthy and sweet, and that's all I really want! A sweet, earthy, all-american boy, either that or a boy who will sing to me... not so much to ask? Is it? Apparently it is. (Gentlemen, please take notes... if you need further information, please refer to roughly the fourth season of Sex and the City.) I'm going to stop whining about my man-less-ness now, before it sends me into the throes of a deep depression. This is only worsened by people I know having up away messages like this "Sometimes I wish that I had married the first guy who proposed to me... or at least taken him up on his offer to protect me from the world. I still love that kid." Now I've had a couple of pseudo-proposals... the kind given when a boy first tries my home made chocolate chip cookies the first time, or something of that nature... but nothing that ever stuck... Wait, I thought I said I wasn't talking about this anymore...

Yeah, so I went to work today, and since the Black Eyed Peas were playing a show on campus, they had taken over the gym as their personal lair until showtime. Actually, I should be more specific. They were slated to go on stage at 9:30, the venue doors were slated to open at 7, and they didn't even show up to the gym /"dressing room" area /my place of business until roughly 7:10... so it was actually the C.L.U.B. Nazis who took over the gym... and one girl tried to give me the glare when I was roasting on them for freaking out about ice and placing directional signs no further than 7 feet apart. (She obviously had NO idea who she was dealing with, since I invented the glare, and I practically live at the facility she was conveniently taking over for the night.) And apparently those people who escort the Black Eyed Peas everywhere they go are going to get lost if there's not another sign directing them to the stage or dressing room within a 5 foot radius. (Or if there is no ice... Teresa knows where I'm going with this, so I apologize to the rest of you if you're feeling left out.)

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... And I was totally serious about those 8 things I want to do before I die.

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Side note: We all know that Murda did it right, and SOMEONE else didn't... and that is totally horseshit! There is something to be said for holding EVERYONE to the same standards.

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Small rant: I had a plant that my mom gave me last year when I first moved out on my own... and since it wasn't getting enough sunshine in my apartment, I moved it out to the back just outside my back door... and some bitchass stole it today! SON OF A BITCH! They stole King Roy! (Who does that?)