I Kissed a Girl

I just finished kicking Phil's ass--again, yawn--in our game of the moment, Blokus. I can't help that I keep trumping him so soundly. It's a gift. However, as long as Colburn lives, I shall not rest until I bring that focker down! Seriously though, this game is more addictive than crack. And pretty much as bad for you. People get verbally abusive when they're losing.

Somebody explain why she's trying to lick my fo'head?!

I have to post these new pics before they disappear into the depths of my laziness. I still haven't posted the ones from Vegas, and that was back in July! These are from last weekend at Blue Velvet. Five minutes after arriving, a very nice young man bought me one shot of chilled Grey Goose, from which proceeded heavy inebriation and blotchy purple skin for the rest of the night. No joke. I drove home five hours later with an alcohol-induced headache.

Trang and me: five years later, nothing changes.

Seriously, looking at that pic reminds me that my hair is too effin long and gross. I'm so done with this horse-weave. All I want for Christmas from B is his permission to chop that shit off.

Yeah, I know, this isn't a very informative post or anything; I've been exhausted from my full schedule lately. Playing Blokus five hours a day just wears you out! Haha. I'm going to bed. With my gorgeous pit bull. And I get free pizza from Pizza Hut tomorrow. Yeah, top that!

Lolli Lolli

YES! I finally found my camera charger, so I was able to upload some new/old pix. I think we all agree it's time to retire this one from Myspace, because I'm freaking 25 years old and, let's face it, publicly whoring it up just ain't cute anymore. I will, however, leave it here along with some details. This was taken October of 2006, during Nancy's 25th birthday bash at Tao in Vegas. I had one shot of Grey Goose, half a mimosa, and I was tossed. Since I rarely get shitfaced, Bernard used it fully to his advantage, and eagerly snapped pics of me and Nance making out. Soon after, she began hurling into the champagne bucket. I took one look, desperately attempted to gulp down the bile, then shoved her aside to project my own vomit into the mix. Yeah, boy! I've got the sexiest stories on the street! Don't make me break out my baby bathtub shots!

I should also take down those hoochie pix on my Friendster from baaaack in the day. Dude, I should just shut down that account. I haven't checked it in years. I'll do that later. My sleeping schedule has been effed lately. It's starting to have an effect on my disposition. I had to play with myself twice today just to get some homework done! (Jaime Pressly's softcore stint in the Poison Ivy series never lets me down. Oomf!) But I have a good excuse for being so nocturnal, seriously! I don't want to talk about it too much though, because I'm afraid to jinx it. Let's just wait and see what happens; it's at that beginning stage where it could go either way. But I really haven't felt this giddy in quite some time now. >_<

Photobooth

I was unpacking my shoes from my overnight bag from NYE, and found this pic. Dre, Myles and me, all posing in the free instant photo booth. I have to see if Colburn can find the other one, so I can post it too! UPDATED at 8:17PM--Colburn hooked it up!

It's Just Another New Year's Eve

I have to blog now before I make excuses. The pics are up, so BOOM, baby!

For NYE, 07/08, I joined Dre and the boys in San Diego for Soom's brother's wedding. Held on the beautiful property of Le Costa Resort and Spa in Carlsbad, it boasted a sumptuous Indian buffet and an open bar. I had resolved not to drink, as usual, until Myles told me off in one rapid dictum: "I did not drive 130 miles so that you could be sober all night!"

So, I drank. (Refer to pics of alcohol and me, on the left. Else no one would believe me!) I had my first drink, a diluted Kamikaze on the rocks, and felt this cozy, gentle glow. Surely, I thought, I must be building a tolerance for the stuff! So I paced myself, then grabbed another one. All too suddenly, that soothing, vibrant warmth spiraled into a pulsating headache, crimson skin, and wobbly legs.

Despite my inebriated state from 1.5 drinks, I managed to snatch Dre's camera and take plenty of decent shots to immortalize the evening. You can see them all on her Picasa. Occasionally, people managed to take the camera back and get a picture of me, hence the shot of me pitifully trying to fondle Dre's breast and missing. That's my first time ever flubbing a tit-grope, and it better be the last!

Overall, it was a great night, with amazing people. Thanks, Dre, for curling my hair (the last time I can recall doing that was senior year prom, and now I want to go buy a hair curler badly!), and thanks Dre and Drea for taking care of me when I was THISCLOSE to hurling. Thanks to Tim for offering to carry me out on the makeshift stretcher. Thank you Soom, for letting me crash your brother's wedding, thanks to Myles for driving and forcing an innocent girl to drink (although your wicked hangover was karma enough), and Colburn rocks for keeping me warm when it was effin freezing outside!