does anyone read my blog anymore? just curious cause i'm noticing that as i'm starting to get my bloggin mojo back, then comments have gone from flourishing to slim to none. and my friends at sitemeter (which i really don't know how to read) seem to be telling me i have at least 3 readers or more, discluding your mom.
anyone wanna come clean? even attention whores may want a spotlight, but i'll settle for a flashlight of readers....
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
1+1=?
There's one thing my friends don't know about me. My family sure doesn't. My boyfriends haven't, and my lov-ah's won't. Period. My sexual number.
To me it's not relevant for anyone to know. Sex is personal involving two (or sometimes if you're a kinky bitch...not like me) or more people. I don't tell because of the judgement involved with teling 'the number'. And don't act as if you don't judge as everyone does it. I have.
I remember being virginal and nineteen (yes I was a late bloomer into the sex world) and talking with a coworker. She flippantly mentioned how she had sex with seven people in her life. I gasped audibly as to how someone could have so little self respect as to have more than one or even two partners in their sexual life. I also have associated a thought pattern of judging a person based on the number. Aka "Hi Meghan!" "Hi Anonymous person!" (all you can think about screaming in your head is "they've had sex with 56 people gross!")
I remember when starting to have sex holding a bar to others. Well I may have had ______ partners but this person has had _____. I'll never be as bad as they are!
Wow, I've been a judgemental bitch.
Maybe it's a cop out not telling people my number. My best friends don't know and they won't. It doesn't matter. I have a don't ask don't tell policy when dating. I don't care what a guy's number is. I don't care if it's the second time he's had sex or he's been with an entire swedish cheerleading squad. The point is as long as he is safe, then it doesn't matter. He's with me at that point and it's what counts. The same goes as far as myself. A guy shouldn't care about who I've been with, he should be secure enough to know that I'm with him exclusively and that's what matters.
Also in the same vein of topic, does a number define promiscuity/sluttiness or is that best left elsewhere. Ex.) I have known people that have had a lot of sex with multiple partners I would not consider slutty. And I've met virgins who I have sneered at and found to be sexually deviant. To myself sluttiness is not defined by a number. Promiscuity maybe but not sluttiness. Sluttiness in my definition is having sexual encounters that are disrespectful to yourself or others.
For example a virgin who makes a play for another girl's boyfriend is sluttier in my eyes than someone who is enjoying casual sex and is making their intentions clear to all involved. Cheating, lying, going for someone taken, manipulation are all stronger forms of sluttiness to me than a sexual number.
Not that you're going to know mine....
What's your food for thought on the topic?
To me it's not relevant for anyone to know. Sex is personal involving two (or sometimes if you're a kinky bitch...not like me) or more people. I don't tell because of the judgement involved with teling 'the number'. And don't act as if you don't judge as everyone does it. I have.
I remember being virginal and nineteen (yes I was a late bloomer into the sex world) and talking with a coworker. She flippantly mentioned how she had sex with seven people in her life. I gasped audibly as to how someone could have so little self respect as to have more than one or even two partners in their sexual life. I also have associated a thought pattern of judging a person based on the number. Aka "Hi Meghan!" "Hi Anonymous person!" (all you can think about screaming in your head is "they've had sex with 56 people gross!")
I remember when starting to have sex holding a bar to others. Well I may have had ______ partners but this person has had _____. I'll never be as bad as they are!
Wow, I've been a judgemental bitch.
Maybe it's a cop out not telling people my number. My best friends don't know and they won't. It doesn't matter. I have a don't ask don't tell policy when dating. I don't care what a guy's number is. I don't care if it's the second time he's had sex or he's been with an entire swedish cheerleading squad. The point is as long as he is safe, then it doesn't matter. He's with me at that point and it's what counts. The same goes as far as myself. A guy shouldn't care about who I've been with, he should be secure enough to know that I'm with him exclusively and that's what matters.
Also in the same vein of topic, does a number define promiscuity/sluttiness or is that best left elsewhere. Ex.) I have known people that have had a lot of sex with multiple partners I would not consider slutty. And I've met virgins who I have sneered at and found to be sexually deviant. To myself sluttiness is not defined by a number. Promiscuity maybe but not sluttiness. Sluttiness in my definition is having sexual encounters that are disrespectful to yourself or others.
For example a virgin who makes a play for another girl's boyfriend is sluttier in my eyes than someone who is enjoying casual sex and is making their intentions clear to all involved. Cheating, lying, going for someone taken, manipulation are all stronger forms of sluttiness to me than a sexual number.
Not that you're going to know mine....
What's your food for thought on the topic?
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Do Over
Do you ever have one of those weeks that starts out shitty and continues to get even shittier?
-death of someone I know, check (suicide is NEVER the answer)
-family problems, check
-cancer diagnosis for someone I'm really close with, check
-friend mad at me, check
-having technical difficulties with another friendship, check
-coming to terms that you may like someone, but now it's too little too late, check
-2 parking tickets, check
-fucking up at work big enough to have to admit to your new boss you fucked up.
-finding out that your insurance renewal is going to cost you roughly a rent cheque monthly, check
I think that we should be able to have one week a year that we can have a "do over" to. This would obviously be mine.
-death of someone I know, check (suicide is NEVER the answer)
-family problems, check
-cancer diagnosis for someone I'm really close with, check
-friend mad at me, check
-having technical difficulties with another friendship, check
-coming to terms that you may like someone, but now it's too little too late, check
-2 parking tickets, check
-fucking up at work big enough to have to admit to your new boss you fucked up.
-finding out that your insurance renewal is going to cost you roughly a rent cheque monthly, check
I think that we should be able to have one week a year that we can have a "do over" to. This would obviously be mine.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Howling at the Full Moon
It's a full moon tonight. Thank god, cause at least it could explain some of the weirdness that has been happening lately.
*Work place scenarios that scream WTF. Right now when someone comes upto me with a effed up question or scenario rather than giving my best PR face and a "I'll work with you on fixing this" I'm just sighing and getting people to take a number
*Going through my teen stages in my later twenties. What I mean is while everyone else around me is in relationships and seeking more serious solace through members of the opposite sex, my divide is getting stronger. From the time I was twenty to twenty five I was in three of my most serious relationships to date and had the "L" word escape once or twice. Even the dreaded "M" word which is what I wanted more than anything....
Now at twenty seven I'm relishing in making out with different guys. A different guy every weekend. Enough to quench my attention defecit libido without having to worry about syhigonneherpilleas. I flirt, I tease, I taunt and I'm loving it. And what's different than being a tease in my younger years is this time it's guilt free. I'm single and I'm honest about what I'm doing. I'm not being wreckless with people's feelings or breaking hearts and I'm not spreading lies. Why not have some fun. If a cute accent or tattoos or nice set of eyes comes across my path or my bed, who sez I can't have a little fun
*Almost in the same vein of romance I got an add on facebook last week and was surprised by the facebook appearance of my first boyfriend. We were fifteen and too shy to know what we were doing and he moved later that year. We didn't stay in touch but twelve years later suddenly tada, here he is. And he may be moving from Winnepeg to Kelowna aka two hours away. How funnily random.
*I came up with how to get my blogging mojo back. It came in a fit of insomnia as like much of my bad choices/good ideas. One of the last times I had a blast writing was when I was a sex columnist for the Omega. So weekly I am going to start posting about my sexcapades/thoughts/ or lack of both on here. While in full on having fun mode, I might as well cause well if the shoe fits...
That's it for now but expect a good halloween post coming up. And pictures if I can ever learn to work this thing.
*Work place scenarios that scream WTF. Right now when someone comes upto me with a effed up question or scenario rather than giving my best PR face and a "I'll work with you on fixing this" I'm just sighing and getting people to take a number
*Going through my teen stages in my later twenties. What I mean is while everyone else around me is in relationships and seeking more serious solace through members of the opposite sex, my divide is getting stronger. From the time I was twenty to twenty five I was in three of my most serious relationships to date and had the "L" word escape once or twice. Even the dreaded "M" word which is what I wanted more than anything....
Now at twenty seven I'm relishing in making out with different guys. A different guy every weekend. Enough to quench my attention defecit libido without having to worry about syhigonneherpilleas. I flirt, I tease, I taunt and I'm loving it. And what's different than being a tease in my younger years is this time it's guilt free. I'm single and I'm honest about what I'm doing. I'm not being wreckless with people's feelings or breaking hearts and I'm not spreading lies. Why not have some fun. If a cute accent or tattoos or nice set of eyes comes across my path or my bed, who sez I can't have a little fun
*Almost in the same vein of romance I got an add on facebook last week and was surprised by the facebook appearance of my first boyfriend. We were fifteen and too shy to know what we were doing and he moved later that year. We didn't stay in touch but twelve years later suddenly tada, here he is. And he may be moving from Winnepeg to Kelowna aka two hours away. How funnily random.
*I came up with how to get my blogging mojo back. It came in a fit of insomnia as like much of my bad choices/good ideas. One of the last times I had a blast writing was when I was a sex columnist for the Omega. So weekly I am going to start posting about my sexcapades/thoughts/ or lack of both on here. While in full on having fun mode, I might as well cause well if the shoe fits...
That's it for now but expect a good halloween post coming up. And pictures if I can ever learn to work this thing.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Is This Thing Still On?
I'm a douche and have been tooo busy (aka lazy) to blog lately. I'm trying my damdest to get back into bloggety world as I do love writing. But it's the actual doing it that's the problem. Thinking I may revert to
a) blogging when drunk. so that people can try to decipher what "whooooot. thsa sooo much funz, i looooooooooove me beerz. my peopples rocks stuff" means.
b) blogging daily to forcefeed the habit. much akin to forcing myself to not scream at other drivers daily but with better results.
c) If i ever learn to put pictures on here (this is where we all have a chuckle at the fact that I teach college level computer courses) I can skip the writing all together and just make a nice little picture book of my week being that my celly cam is such a clever little moment grabber.
Verdict is out for now so instead you get an overtired highly caffeinated bloggy post.
Updates:
So being that I only work about 50-55 hrs a week at my one job I have decided that's definately not enough time being stressed during the week. So what would add to that?.....Another job! Yes along with being a College Instructor/Student Services Rep (or TILF as lovingly known by Leannimal) I've also partnered with my friend Tony in starting up a business. I want others to join in the venture but sowly but surely will grab others into the cult of Usana. Come on, try the koolaid. Not gonna pimp too much out on this blog post but maybe in more to come. For now check out
www.meghanlo.usana.com
Going to go see Joey's comedy show tonight. Soooo excited. Went and saw Clay's band last weekend and it was pretty nice to try something different on for size. Melissa J. is coming to town. I don't think she's been back here since the Canada Day/birthday festivities. Long overdue. Thinking I am going to go see State of Shock with Jenn next week at CJ's. Should be a grand ol time.
Random question of the day- has anyone been in a car accident, and if so how long was it before you felt comfortable driving? Kind of personal I know but it's been coming up three months now and I still have panic attacks when driving and the thought of going on the highway scares the bejeebers out of me. I've been debating selling the new car and just scootering my way around town, but realize that it's much harder to scream at others on the road effectively when you have no horn. And what about rain? The plus side is I'd pimp out my scooter. Can you get a Louis Vuitton monogrammmed scooter? Or a helmet with Swarovski crystals?
Now while highly caffeinated I'm off to plan out me Hallow's eve costume. Rollergirl or princess...
a) blogging when drunk. so that people can try to decipher what "whooooot. thsa sooo much funz, i looooooooooove me beerz. my peopples rocks stuff" means.
b) blogging daily to forcefeed the habit. much akin to forcing myself to not scream at other drivers daily but with better results.
c) If i ever learn to put pictures on here (this is where we all have a chuckle at the fact that I teach college level computer courses) I can skip the writing all together and just make a nice little picture book of my week being that my celly cam is such a clever little moment grabber.
Verdict is out for now so instead you get an overtired highly caffeinated bloggy post.
Updates:
So being that I only work about 50-55 hrs a week at my one job I have decided that's definately not enough time being stressed during the week. So what would add to that?.....Another job! Yes along with being a College Instructor/Student Services Rep (or TILF as lovingly known by Leannimal) I've also partnered with my friend Tony in starting up a business. I want others to join in the venture but sowly but surely will grab others into the cult of Usana. Come on, try the koolaid. Not gonna pimp too much out on this blog post but maybe in more to come. For now check out
www.meghanlo.usana.com
Going to go see Joey's comedy show tonight. Soooo excited. Went and saw Clay's band last weekend and it was pretty nice to try something different on for size. Melissa J. is coming to town. I don't think she's been back here since the Canada Day/birthday festivities. Long overdue. Thinking I am going to go see State of Shock with Jenn next week at CJ's. Should be a grand ol time.
Random question of the day- has anyone been in a car accident, and if so how long was it before you felt comfortable driving? Kind of personal I know but it's been coming up three months now and I still have panic attacks when driving and the thought of going on the highway scares the bejeebers out of me. I've been debating selling the new car and just scootering my way around town, but realize that it's much harder to scream at others on the road effectively when you have no horn. And what about rain? The plus side is I'd pimp out my scooter. Can you get a Louis Vuitton monogrammmed scooter? Or a helmet with Swarovski crystals?
Now while highly caffeinated I'm off to plan out me Hallow's eve costume. Rollergirl or princess...
Sunday, September 16, 2007
swoon
I'm 27. And yet there's something to be said about making out with a boy so handsome he makes you blush every time you look him in the eye. I'm giggling like a schoolgirl today and can't help it. Hehehehehe. Hehe. He could have any girl in the world to kiss. And he kissed me. Soooo grade seven and innocent and blissful.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
That's So Going on the Blog...
Rather than summarize the end of the summer season with a poignant post about past events, I figured it would be best done with some of the better quotes of summer. Here goes!
"I'm not drunk. I'm just stupid." Lorne
"My kitty hates me it's been so long...I keep saying I'm going to shove things in her just to shut her up." Leanne (who doesn't have a cat needless to say).
"My name is Leanne Thompson and I own this fucking River!" Leanne's excuse when facing the possibility of a police encounter tubing down the Thompson River.
"Quick, head for international waters!" Matt. Same expedition.
"TGI Friday has now been renamed T G I Trainwreck day courtesy of my friend alcohol." Me
"Jeep jeep." Everyone. Nuff said.
"I don't eat meat. I just fuck it." My words apparently screamed to a hotdog vender in the middle of the night after finding there were no veggie dogs. I put the ass in class.
"I'm not drunk. I'm just stupid." Lorne
"My kitty hates me it's been so long...I keep saying I'm going to shove things in her just to shut her up." Leanne (who doesn't have a cat needless to say).
"My name is Leanne Thompson and I own this fucking River!" Leanne's excuse when facing the possibility of a police encounter tubing down the Thompson River.
"Quick, head for international waters!" Matt. Same expedition.
"TGI Friday has now been renamed T G I Trainwreck day courtesy of my friend alcohol." Me
"Jeep jeep." Everyone. Nuff said.
"I don't eat meat. I just fuck it." My words apparently screamed to a hotdog vender in the middle of the night after finding there were no veggie dogs. I put the ass in class.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Piece of' Sheeet
Why has my blogger friend turned into my blogger foe. I am trying to create a nice little picture book of last week's wedding adventures for all to see (ok, mostly myself. and your mom.) and I am having more difficulty with it than humanely possible. This shit is supposed to be easy like Sunday morning and I'm fighting with it like fractions in grade six.
Bah. I will get the best of you blogger, just you wait and see...
Bah. I will get the best of you blogger, just you wait and see...
Monday, August 27, 2007
The Do's and Don't of Getting Completely Shittered
Do start off the night calmly to trick others into thinking you're civilized and can have conversations
Do eat corn and veggie burgers to help soak up any alcohol beforehand.
Do slam about three doubles in roughly an hour
Don't turn down the chance to have seventy five dollar lip plumper put on. It looks fabulous and I'm going to start making payments.
Do look into collagen for your lips after seeing the lovely Steve (my fav new makeup artist) has it done and it looks great
Don't hesitate to make out with said boy (he's gay so it doesn't count) to see if his lips feel as pillowy soft as they look. They do. Also don't let the fact that the host's parents are in the room discourage such behavior.
Do go with strangers in a car you hope will bring you downtown.
Don't spill the entire content of your purse on the driveway. A black driveway in the middle of the night. Your phone will get lost in a puddle of water and won't work properly after and it'll be an adventure to find it.
Do try to convince a bouncer you're sober enough to get into the bar. Don't do it while your friend is standing there with her underwear tucked into her skirt.
Do go to the next bar that'll let you in. Do make out with said panty-showing friend. Don't be surprised when guys stare at you afterwards.
Do have shots of liquid you have no idea what they are or how they were paid for.
Do go to a friend's place to drink more. Lose your jacket there. Do decide that hottubbing would be fun. Clothing optional. Do at this point lose your socks and knickers.
Do wake up the next day to find you're still completely hammered until 3 in the afternoon. Do attempt to steamrool your friend only to realize that would mean possibly getting sick.
Do go to the mall. Do get a friend to chauffeur your drunk asses. Do get poutine. Don't lay on your couch or you'll be stuck there all night willing yourself not to be so lazy.
*Bonus points if your memory of the night becomes intermittant after 12pm.
*I've since recovered half the lost items
Do eat corn and veggie burgers to help soak up any alcohol beforehand.
Do slam about three doubles in roughly an hour
Don't turn down the chance to have seventy five dollar lip plumper put on. It looks fabulous and I'm going to start making payments.
Do look into collagen for your lips after seeing the lovely Steve (my fav new makeup artist) has it done and it looks great
Don't hesitate to make out with said boy (he's gay so it doesn't count) to see if his lips feel as pillowy soft as they look. They do. Also don't let the fact that the host's parents are in the room discourage such behavior.
Do go with strangers in a car you hope will bring you downtown.
Don't spill the entire content of your purse on the driveway. A black driveway in the middle of the night. Your phone will get lost in a puddle of water and won't work properly after and it'll be an adventure to find it.
Do try to convince a bouncer you're sober enough to get into the bar. Don't do it while your friend is standing there with her underwear tucked into her skirt.
Do go to the next bar that'll let you in. Do make out with said panty-showing friend. Don't be surprised when guys stare at you afterwards.
Do have shots of liquid you have no idea what they are or how they were paid for.
Do go to a friend's place to drink more. Lose your jacket there. Do decide that hottubbing would be fun. Clothing optional. Do at this point lose your socks and knickers.
Do wake up the next day to find you're still completely hammered until 3 in the afternoon. Do attempt to steamrool your friend only to realize that would mean possibly getting sick.
Do go to the mall. Do get a friend to chauffeur your drunk asses. Do get poutine. Don't lay on your couch or you'll be stuck there all night willing yourself not to be so lazy.
*Bonus points if your memory of the night becomes intermittant after 12pm.
*I've since recovered half the lost items
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Yeah yeah, it's been forever...
But apparently crashing a car is time consuming. You'd think I'd have the routine down by now but nopers!
Lawyers and doctors and ICBC oh my! What fun it's been wading through the paperwork. but when the dust has cleared I have me a new car. Or newish. A 1999 Oldsmobile Alero with tint and a spoiler. So this one looks nicer than the last one. Being that driving now scares the living bejeebers out of me now methinks this one may actually stay on the road for awhile (knock on wood).
So as if having scars everywhere from impaled glass wasn't enough now I have an effed up back. Which makes me feel about 80. But a fine looking 80. So extreme dance offs and fights to the death will have to be put off for at least a few weeks.
I was all gearing to post but was just reminded by my hungover ass that i have a hot date with the couch for some spooning action...
expect more later
Lawyers and doctors and ICBC oh my! What fun it's been wading through the paperwork. but when the dust has cleared I have me a new car. Or newish. A 1999 Oldsmobile Alero with tint and a spoiler. So this one looks nicer than the last one. Being that driving now scares the living bejeebers out of me now methinks this one may actually stay on the road for awhile (knock on wood).
So as if having scars everywhere from impaled glass wasn't enough now I have an effed up back. Which makes me feel about 80. But a fine looking 80. So extreme dance offs and fights to the death will have to be put off for at least a few weeks.
I was all gearing to post but was just reminded by my hungover ass that i have a hot date with the couch for some spooning action...
expect more later
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