Hot Picks Of The Week

Sorry for the delay today My Eager Beaver Blog Readers. There was work that had to be done!

Ok - so these are the guys I've been dreaming about this week. Please note that Anthony Kiedis is in a recurring full-on set of (wet) dreams. (Ok so I'm pretty fucking cheesy. I'm should write for Teen Beat or something. This is just where my mind has been this week.)













And I best not forget to include him (he calls this one Letigre).

I think it's very interesting that Dan points the shower head so far out that it hits the opposite bath wall. Does anyone else have this problem? Because of this, water leaks out the side and onto the bathroom rug, which requires a drop in the spin cycle. Also, I was most curious this morning about the ring of water surrounding the toilet bowl base. Did someone piss on the floor? The Boys have only had one accident and that was our first day in the apartment when we left them alone to go buy a couch and they was scaaaaared. Anyway, I did drink two vodka and sodas last night. Might I have missed the bowl. Did Dan? If so, I could see him doing it purposely. Anyway, the imagination is getting the best of me. Probably just condensation.

A friend of mine just got a new gig so we all have to do a shot for him tonight. (REMEMBER , every Friday we're going to do a shot once the day is done?) Congrats to him for checking that all empowering fear of change and getting out of a dismal situation.

Stacy has requested that I write an Ode to Friends. Not some sappy shit, but a tribute to the TV show. She's very upset that it no longer airs at 11 on the WB--despite the 5-night a week Sex-er. No more Chanandaler Bong. No more Joey eating sandwiches. No more anal-retentive Monica. Though the Sex-er is by far a better show, I do feel amiss. It was good wind-down, in the bed TV. Anyway, our girl Stace is going through a tremendous loss, so let's also do a shot in her honor tonight.

These are some things that I don't like:

• paranoia
• Kevin Costner
• conventional in imagination (just stole this term from the Joyce carol Oates book I'm reading - i think it's gonna get lesbonic.)
• those who can't appreciate silence and insist on finding something to babble about
• unnecessary repitition, excludes people whose memories suck
• those who ask first and think later
• Coffee from the bottom of the pot
• Two long-term ex-boyfriends
• Rhode Island

OK so let's talk for a minute about living with a man. The stupid shit that comes out of his mouth is phenomenal. I wonder sometimes how he got into an Ivy League business school. Do most men spend their non-working time talking about their dicks, farting, tits, pooping, football, baseball, fantasy football and fantasy baseball, the dogs' bathroom activities, the dogs' nether regions, the dogs' anuses, his own anus, my anus, porn, sticking it in---and the latest and greatest..."if you dont' wear underwear to bed something is going to crawl into your snatch when you sleep."

So my brain is playing tricks on me. I've forgotten this week how to use my "were's". Someone please explain this to me again. I've got the wear down, but for some reason the other two forms are confusing the fuck outta me. I mean I know "where" is for location; however, if I'm using it in a sentence like, "I need to launch this product where there is a high concentration of X."

I also kept thinking of things like jumbo shrimp and vanilla fudge, but couldn't remember what the term was for them. It's oxymoron. But whatta blank I drew!

Taking the rest of the day off. Signing off.