okay so today not only happens to be super tuesday, you know, with all the voting and stuff, but also the birthday of my two good friends, marianne and theresa.
today we say happy birthday and also, happy voting! for m’s birthday present, I voted for obama. cause she’s all on the obama happy train, with his slick fancy celebrity videos and positive uplifting messages and hope-filled future. my girlness balked at not voting for hillary and my deeply ingrained racism screamed as I picked obama. but what can you do. a birthday is a birthday is a birthday.
I love this election so much. It’s gonna be an interesting day, an interesting year, an interesting november. I think I might start weeping when Bush finally has to leave. I get misty just thinking about it. I have a vague worry that he might pull a crazy texan yosemite sam gun shooting fit in which something catastrophic “happens”, thereby “granting” him the “power” to stay in office. It’s only a slight worry. But I had a “slight worry” in 2000 that he might be elected, and an even slighter worry in 2004 that he’d be reelected. That “man” finds new ways to confound me every moment he continues to breathe.
Okay I’ll stop using quotes.
happy bday M & T. I love you bitches!
Go democrats!
my desktop
posting pictures of my desktop is one of my most favorite things in all the world. I love subjecting people to my lovely whimsies.
omg. I just got an email from the IT guy about the “acceptable use” policy for internet/network use at work and I about had a heart attack, as my use of internet lately has been extremely umm… well not very work-friendly let’s say. I thought I was about to get a lecture, a stern talking-to, a warning, that the email was specifically aimed at me, and I was scared, very scared.
But sigh, it’s okay. I read the email, it was company-wide, and telling people not to waste the bandwidth for streaming video/music, downloading movies, etc., things I do not do. I am just totally inappropriate with my use of language, and of course checking email and/or writing stupid posts to this stupid site of mine, but very minor bandwidth usage. whew. But I think I shall stop posting to loafe from work, it’s probably not such a great idea.
So, last post from work ever! hope it was as fun for you as it was for me. let’s share a cig, shall we?
my gym boyfriend
Okay, so there’s this guy at the gym that I love very much and who needs to have my babies and have them very soon, or else I might die.
I saw him last week as I was leaving, so I tried to sneak a few pictures of him from my cell phone, and these were the best I could do (getting caught taking cell phone pics of people at the gym is a bit skeevy and pervy…posting them on your website is okay though). This guy is so cute it should be illegal.
And his body…my god. I’m not a big “hot body” kind of girl. But he is just so yummy, I can’t resist. He isn’t like super huge or ripped, but he’s strong strong so very strong, and achingly sexy. who is sexy at the gym? no one. no one but him. Sometimes he’ll wear a sweatshirt with a hood, and he’ll lift with the hood up… so sexy. and when he takes it off? oy vey. illegal, I tell you (I’m big into sweatshirts what can I say).
I’m very creepy about the whole thing, too. I can’t just be normal and glance at him periodically, appreciatively, quietly. No I have to be a fucking weirdo and stare at him maniacally, with my black burning eyeballs, thinking unthinkable things (oh and taking secret pictures of him with my phone). He’s caught me staring at him as he walks the floor, and I feel stupid and embarrassed but I can’t help it, when he’s around my eyes are run by an unstoppable force outside of my body’s control.
You know what else? He can do pullups, unassisted, a lot of them. That it turns me on as much as it does is strange, no? A guy who can whip out a set of pullups like that? Should that be sexy to me? Well, it is what it is. I don’t question, I just accept.
Now that I think about, there is an exceptionally high rate of cute guys at my gym. Either I live in some weird intersection of cuteness and poverty or my old gym was just full of a lot of uglies.
okay fine, thin is NOT the new skinny.
I’ve decided against getting the macbook air, considering the considerable amount of derision I’ve received. apparently it’s not that great, not worth the money, and in fact isn’t even a computer, but just a little metal thing that opens and closes. apparently.
don’t be thinking I’ll use my money for good though. I’m still going to be horribly wasteful and ridiculous with it. My new project is to find what that will be.
I do need a new mac though as my current one is about to take flight, based upon the noise it emits and the fact that I’m going to launch it out the window any second now. you’d think my rather unsatisfactory experience with this mac (and my 2003-era ipod) would have turned me off from future purchases, but you don’t know me at all, do you?
And finally, for those of you who were concerned regarding my recent loafe downtime, it seems that these things they call “domains” have “expiration dates” and that the expiration date of my particular domain expired back in december. or so I thought. I quickly renewed, but loafe still wasn’t working. Hrm. I verified the whois data, and I saw the expiration date was now december of 2009, when really it should have been 2008, since I only renewed for one more year, see (2007 to 2008…) What this means is that my domain hadn’t actually expired, like I thought. Something else was wrong.
Well, it turns out I just had a bad rule in my htaccess file that suddenly went haywire. but my web host fixed it up real quick and now I just need to fix the whole default wordpress theme business, which I’m too lazy to do right now, even though it would only take me four or five clicks to do so.
I took Friday off from work, to help celebrate g’s birthday. We didn’t really do much but he did get a little bit of afternoon delight. You only turn 26 once, right? It’s been a nice three-day weekend.
one more thing before I go. I’ve discovered the precise time to stop letting your kid see you naked: Ry was in the room with me a few days ago when I was changing and he’s standing there watching me as I take off my shirt and then my bra. Then he looks at me and says, “Ooh, nice num-nums.” Thanks son. Thanks so much.