You have a hellish day of work that makes you want to scream and cry and burn the mother _______ office to the ground. When you get home you want to have a tall, strong drink and a cigarette. You want to punch people in the face who look at you the wrong way, you want a football team to accidentally show up looking for directions and you want the night to turn into an adventure that'll make Harold and Kumar jealous for months. Drugs and mayhem, sex and bloodlust. Vulgarity and no remorse.
But instead you make some pasta and have a nap. Maybe tomorrow.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Resolve This
In the past I've scoffed at New Years resoultions, but int he past three years have found them quite successful. I have vowed to better my career; and have. I have clinked glasses on New Years Eve towards health and have taken on a healthier lifestyle, etc. So this year when the clock struck twelve and the new year began it gots me a thinking about what I wanted to work on this year.
My theory, since I cannot find one concrete resolution that feels right is I'm gonna throw a whole buncha halfass ones in the pot and see what sticks. Such as....
1.) Drink less. There's nothing I love more than drinking beer at rock trivia or when watching a game and pounding back a couple ceasars after a hard days work. I'll find any ol excuse to drink wine and think hot chocolate and baileys go hand in hand. So a hard one to pull off. But over the last year I've drank a few times to the point of being completely out of my comfort and control and that makes me uneasy. (losing panties?!? i gave my wallet to whom?! who's bed am i in?). Now I love a shit show as much as the next but think it's time to start to hang up the party girl crown. That;'s not to say I won't be picking it up off the shelf and dusting it off from time to time.
1 week, so far so good (of course the fact that I'm sick as a dog and can't drink doesn't hurt)
2.) Stop smoking. Technically I wuit smoking three years ago after going from a pack a day smoker to having a puff when I drink. The only problem is I crave drinking sometimes just to justify that sweet sweet nicotiney goodness. It is still about a pack a month, but there's nothing sexy about waking up after a night of drinking with a stuffy nose and clothes that reek. Also I was just recently kissing a boy who complained that my hair smelled like smoke and it was mortifying. Screw health, I'll quit for vanity.
1 week, so far so good (of course the fact that I haven't drank this past week doesn't hurt)
3.) Become healthier. This one sucks as genetically I'm very slim and look in shape....until I run up a flight of stairs and you see I have the lungs of an 80 year old smoker. Seriously, if I tried to run you'd find me ten metres past the start like wheezing and crying. Sooo sad. But I hate exercise so this year I want to find a form of exercise that is enjoyable that will allow me to get healthy and fit. Also less poutine, more leafy greens.
1 week, well I have to move stuff around at work this week so a good start. And if tea and soup are healthy then I'm on my way.
4.) Learn to say no. I'm trying to outgrow the people pleaser stage in my life where I have troubles saying no. And even worse are the people that know this and take advantage of it. Grrrrr. This year I'm gonna get over the whole sick feeling in the stomach, guilt inducing, cringe worthy factor of just saying NO.
5.) Fuck number five. That's plenty enough. I was gonna have another one about how I should try to be classier, but then I wouldn't be true to who I am really.
So lets see how it goes, maybe it'll work and maybe it won't but you gotta give it a shot, right?
My theory, since I cannot find one concrete resolution that feels right is I'm gonna throw a whole buncha halfass ones in the pot and see what sticks. Such as....
1.) Drink less. There's nothing I love more than drinking beer at rock trivia or when watching a game and pounding back a couple ceasars after a hard days work. I'll find any ol excuse to drink wine and think hot chocolate and baileys go hand in hand. So a hard one to pull off. But over the last year I've drank a few times to the point of being completely out of my comfort and control and that makes me uneasy. (losing panties?!? i gave my wallet to whom?! who's bed am i in?). Now I love a shit show as much as the next but think it's time to start to hang up the party girl crown. That;'s not to say I won't be picking it up off the shelf and dusting it off from time to time.
1 week, so far so good (of course the fact that I'm sick as a dog and can't drink doesn't hurt)
2.) Stop smoking. Technically I wuit smoking three years ago after going from a pack a day smoker to having a puff when I drink. The only problem is I crave drinking sometimes just to justify that sweet sweet nicotiney goodness. It is still about a pack a month, but there's nothing sexy about waking up after a night of drinking with a stuffy nose and clothes that reek. Also I was just recently kissing a boy who complained that my hair smelled like smoke and it was mortifying. Screw health, I'll quit for vanity.
1 week, so far so good (of course the fact that I haven't drank this past week doesn't hurt)
3.) Become healthier. This one sucks as genetically I'm very slim and look in shape....until I run up a flight of stairs and you see I have the lungs of an 80 year old smoker. Seriously, if I tried to run you'd find me ten metres past the start like wheezing and crying. Sooo sad. But I hate exercise so this year I want to find a form of exercise that is enjoyable that will allow me to get healthy and fit. Also less poutine, more leafy greens.
1 week, well I have to move stuff around at work this week so a good start. And if tea and soup are healthy then I'm on my way.
4.) Learn to say no. I'm trying to outgrow the people pleaser stage in my life where I have troubles saying no. And even worse are the people that know this and take advantage of it. Grrrrr. This year I'm gonna get over the whole sick feeling in the stomach, guilt inducing, cringe worthy factor of just saying NO.
5.) Fuck number five. That's plenty enough. I was gonna have another one about how I should try to be classier, but then I wouldn't be true to who I am really.
So lets see how it goes, maybe it'll work and maybe it won't but you gotta give it a shot, right?
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Not a New Years Post
That is yet to come as I don't have the energy for it tonight.
Right now I have a cold from hell which is leading to a bad ass case of the sleepies all the time. Not the best way to ring in the new year. OR Leanne gave me mono after molesting my face on NYE.
Right now the campus is getting completely renovated. Meaning I get to breath in gyprock dust and paint fumes all day. And adding insult to the cold ickyness is having to spent all day long at work crawling under desks/moving heavy stuff/sweating grossly. When I said I wanted more exercise in the new year it's not exactly what I meant.
One of my best's may be leaving me for four months on Saturday in search of better work and I can't blame her. She's just dead to me. I kid I kid. But I think it's gonna be a quiet four months without my partner in drunken crime/road trip buddy/sushi date. Sigh.
On a positive note however, my comrades at Starbucks started a new program where they have a customer of the week. And not only does the customer get their drinks FREE for the week but I got my name(spelled right!) and fav drink on the chalk board. Free shit and attention? Solid gold. It made my week. And it doesn't even start until Monday. One week of free Starbucks drinks, well that means I can practically afford the new Beamer I want.
I think this is going to be a year of transition. I can feel it. More about that later.
Right now I have a cold from hell which is leading to a bad ass case of the sleepies all the time. Not the best way to ring in the new year. OR Leanne gave me mono after molesting my face on NYE.
Right now the campus is getting completely renovated. Meaning I get to breath in gyprock dust and paint fumes all day. And adding insult to the cold ickyness is having to spent all day long at work crawling under desks/moving heavy stuff/sweating grossly. When I said I wanted more exercise in the new year it's not exactly what I meant.
One of my best's may be leaving me for four months on Saturday in search of better work and I can't blame her. She's just dead to me. I kid I kid. But I think it's gonna be a quiet four months without my partner in drunken crime/road trip buddy/sushi date. Sigh.
On a positive note however, my comrades at Starbucks started a new program where they have a customer of the week. And not only does the customer get their drinks FREE for the week but I got my name(spelled right!) and fav drink on the chalk board. Free shit and attention? Solid gold. It made my week. And it doesn't even start until Monday. One week of free Starbucks drinks, well that means I can practically afford the new Beamer I want.
I think this is going to be a year of transition. I can feel it. More about that later.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Tales from a Coal Miner's Daughter
Captain's Log, Tumbler Ridge, Day Five.
Christmas has come and gone and another turkey has bit the dust. Not too much to report from TR other than I'm really happy to spend time with the family and really bored out of my tree. Prezzies did me well with gift certificates to stores I like, body butters, and enough Starbucks cards to last me a month.
While bored I've watched more movies than ever before, which is always nice to catch up on. I love visiitng Ma and Pa, the only thing is that since they move roughly every two years I've never been able to make friends in places they live before moving onto the next spot (boohoo, I have tons of friends at home and am not complaining, just observing). But it's still worth the visit to get a chance to spend time with them, eat real food and have mom do my laundry (yes I'm spoiled).
A few odd points to mention of TR-there's more traffic on the side roads for snowmobiles than on the actual roads. When going into the general store, people knew who I was even when I didn't know who they were. I've heard "you must be Ivan or Linda's daughter" by more than one random stranger. I debated picking up an economy pack of condoms and rollies to get the town talking about what Ivan's daughter is upto. The highspeed internet is as slow as dial up internet, but it's still a welcome portal to the outside world.
Moose and wolf tracks are akin to footprints up here and not having cell reception is not all bad, though I havespent a large portion of the time on the phone with friends. All in all, TR is not that bad and is even an upgrade from Stewart, having one stoplight AND a golfcourse. But seriously, next year Mom and Dad can come down for Christmas. I'll even make the turkey.
Christmas has come and gone and another turkey has bit the dust. Not too much to report from TR other than I'm really happy to spend time with the family and really bored out of my tree. Prezzies did me well with gift certificates to stores I like, body butters, and enough Starbucks cards to last me a month.
While bored I've watched more movies than ever before, which is always nice to catch up on. I love visiitng Ma and Pa, the only thing is that since they move roughly every two years I've never been able to make friends in places they live before moving onto the next spot (boohoo, I have tons of friends at home and am not complaining, just observing). But it's still worth the visit to get a chance to spend time with them, eat real food and have mom do my laundry (yes I'm spoiled).
A few odd points to mention of TR-there's more traffic on the side roads for snowmobiles than on the actual roads. When going into the general store, people knew who I was even when I didn't know who they were. I've heard "you must be Ivan or Linda's daughter" by more than one random stranger. I debated picking up an economy pack of condoms and rollies to get the town talking about what Ivan's daughter is upto. The highspeed internet is as slow as dial up internet, but it's still a welcome portal to the outside world.
Moose and wolf tracks are akin to footprints up here and not having cell reception is not all bad, though I havespent a large portion of the time on the phone with friends. All in all, TR is not that bad and is even an upgrade from Stewart, having one stoplight AND a golfcourse. But seriously, next year Mom and Dad can come down for Christmas. I'll even make the turkey.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Merry Emo Christmas
First off I want to start the post just by saying that everything in life although busy and frantic and a bit overwhelming is great.
The staff party went off without a hitch, Jess's birthday was awesome and in general activities have been good times. At work they are even painting the office that Josh and I share from a hideous pee yellow to a nice taupe with chocolate trim. Sooo much nicer to work in.
The late night shoppers make me wanna jab a candycane up someone's ass sideways but really that's no different from any other shopper on any given year. People have been nicer during this season, goodies have been abound and cheer is in the air.
That being said I'm not sure if it has anything to do with Christmas at all, or maybe the stress-busy-travelling etc factor....but I wanna bawl. And it made me think. Do you ever have one of those days where you just feel overwhelmed and like crying, but you don't have good or even logical reason to cry. So you hold it in. You can feel it in the back of your throat when you hear a sad song or a friend says the wrong thing.
And I'm not a big crier. I can probably count on one hand the times that I cry in a calender year. I will wipe away a tear when watching a sad movie or when angry and feeling like I'm not being taken seriously. But those are few and spotty. But when there's no specific reason? It just seems very emo. cAnd yet I would gladly welcome the tears tonight if they were able to come. Have a big ol' hiccuping sobfest, but logic won't make it possible as I realize that I do not have enough reason to shed tears. B eing overwhelmed with a million things during the season is normal. Does anyone else ever have a similar sentiment?
On a lighter note...worse gift; fruitcake, cheap ol candle or chlamydia?
The staff party went off without a hitch, Jess's birthday was awesome and in general activities have been good times. At work they are even painting the office that Josh and I share from a hideous pee yellow to a nice taupe with chocolate trim. Sooo much nicer to work in.
The late night shoppers make me wanna jab a candycane up someone's ass sideways but really that's no different from any other shopper on any given year. People have been nicer during this season, goodies have been abound and cheer is in the air.
That being said I'm not sure if it has anything to do with Christmas at all, or maybe the stress-busy-travelling etc factor....but I wanna bawl. And it made me think. Do you ever have one of those days where you just feel overwhelmed and like crying, but you don't have good or even logical reason to cry. So you hold it in. You can feel it in the back of your throat when you hear a sad song or a friend says the wrong thing.
And I'm not a big crier. I can probably count on one hand the times that I cry in a calender year. I will wipe away a tear when watching a sad movie or when angry and feeling like I'm not being taken seriously. But those are few and spotty. But when there's no specific reason? It just seems very emo. cAnd yet I would gladly welcome the tears tonight if they were able to come. Have a big ol' hiccuping sobfest, but logic won't make it possible as I realize that I do not have enough reason to shed tears. B eing overwhelmed with a million things during the season is normal. Does anyone else ever have a similar sentiment?
On a lighter note...worse gift; fruitcake, cheap ol candle or chlamydia?
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Don't Hate the Chef, Hate the Recipe
So last week in the staff room when asked if wanting to volunteer as a part of the staff bake swap, my answer should have been a resounding "Faaaack no!" as baking is an art I have never mastered. In fact it's something I'm downright awful at. But I found my prelobotomized mind thinking 'This could be a fun chance to learn!' so I signed up with gusto.
What was I thinking?
The first attempt was Friday. Chocolate chip cookies are easy, right? Not when you put baking soda in them, in lieu of baking powder to ensure they won't rise. Then you use whole wheat flour instead of white flour to try to make them healthy. And then you eyeball the vanilla rather than using a measuring spoon to make them mmm,mmmm good. Those are mistakes I can take credit for.
The part of the recipe that gets me is the 'preheat the oven' part. Now, not once does it give you an exact timeframe to start preheating. Twenty minutes? Two hours? Who knows. I decided that more preheating would be better to ensure that they were cooked through and it would make the apartment warm and cozy for guests. Also, spraying the pan with pam to ensure non sticking is easy as can be. Nopers! I doused, feeling quite pleased there would be no sticky cookies. They did not stick to the pan, as they were too busy swimming in oil. The cookies that came out of the pan were one large melted cookie with blackened edges and no resemblance to anything cookie like.
With a cheerleading squad of friends drinking the vino at the kitchen table I took on the cookies and failed miserably. The kitchen and myself were coated in floor. There were at least 2 eggs dropped on the floor and one on the counter. The smoke billowed and the apartment was a million degrees. The cookies were not going to make it to the bake swap amongst the delicate truffles and layered bars of the baking friendly staff.
Attempt number two. Also not my fault. The recipe calls for oil to go into the cake mix for, well I don't honestly know what for but I'm sure that it has some purpose to be there. But the recipe did not ensure what sort of oil to use. Canola? Sunflower? Motor? Who knows. The only oil I have in the house is olive oils so I figured that would do. WRONG. Apparently olive oil is a heavier oil than say canola so rather than having nice fluffy cupcakes to serve to the staff I have lead bricks in cupcake liners. Not bad, but more brownie-esque than cupcakey.
So now I am onto attempt three. The cupcakes smell good in the oven, but I already know that it could be a trick. They have the right sort of ingredients, the right measurements, the right oven temperature. All the stars are lined up for the cupcakes to be awesome, and so with crossed finger I am off to check on them.
If this doesn't work I'm off to the store to buy something that would have a recipe to go with it to try to pawn off as my own. Nothing too complex or people will know I didn't do it. Do they sell Rice Krispie squares in bulk?
What was I thinking?
The first attempt was Friday. Chocolate chip cookies are easy, right? Not when you put baking soda in them, in lieu of baking powder to ensure they won't rise. Then you use whole wheat flour instead of white flour to try to make them healthy. And then you eyeball the vanilla rather than using a measuring spoon to make them mmm,mmmm good. Those are mistakes I can take credit for.
The part of the recipe that gets me is the 'preheat the oven' part. Now, not once does it give you an exact timeframe to start preheating. Twenty minutes? Two hours? Who knows. I decided that more preheating would be better to ensure that they were cooked through and it would make the apartment warm and cozy for guests. Also, spraying the pan with pam to ensure non sticking is easy as can be. Nopers! I doused, feeling quite pleased there would be no sticky cookies. They did not stick to the pan, as they were too busy swimming in oil. The cookies that came out of the pan were one large melted cookie with blackened edges and no resemblance to anything cookie like.
With a cheerleading squad of friends drinking the vino at the kitchen table I took on the cookies and failed miserably. The kitchen and myself were coated in floor. There were at least 2 eggs dropped on the floor and one on the counter. The smoke billowed and the apartment was a million degrees. The cookies were not going to make it to the bake swap amongst the delicate truffles and layered bars of the baking friendly staff.
Attempt number two. Also not my fault. The recipe calls for oil to go into the cake mix for, well I don't honestly know what for but I'm sure that it has some purpose to be there. But the recipe did not ensure what sort of oil to use. Canola? Sunflower? Motor? Who knows. The only oil I have in the house is olive oils so I figured that would do. WRONG. Apparently olive oil is a heavier oil than say canola so rather than having nice fluffy cupcakes to serve to the staff I have lead bricks in cupcake liners. Not bad, but more brownie-esque than cupcakey.
So now I am onto attempt three. The cupcakes smell good in the oven, but I already know that it could be a trick. They have the right sort of ingredients, the right measurements, the right oven temperature. All the stars are lined up for the cupcakes to be awesome, and so with crossed finger I am off to check on them.
If this doesn't work I'm off to the store to buy something that would have a recipe to go with it to try to pawn off as my own. Nothing too complex or people will know I didn't do it. Do they sell Rice Krispie squares in bulk?
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Leanne's Chrissy Pressy
Don't anyone else think of getting Leanne the John Deere cookie jar set. I'm calling it now. Best. Present. Ever,
Thursday, November 29, 2007
This is Why We All Get Along
"Still no internet. How primitive. We might as well get tin cans and string to talk to each other." Jessica, showing her distaste for the internet being down at work all day long.
"Why do you have a tire, rollerskates and a home pregnancy test in the back seat of your car, Meghan?" Sarah (through speculated coversation).
"He's emo, but doesn't look like he'd be emo. It's weird." Me
"He's emo in disguise. He's incognEMO." Sarah
"Lets go test drive a truck and use it to haul shit around today and take some trips out to the dump. " Leanne.
"So she got banned from the one bar for nudity, banned from another one for fighting, took my shoes and has passed out in a hallway. WTF. Ummm, are you seriously gonna go on a second date with this girl?" Me
"Probably." Lorne
"Why do you have a tire, rollerskates and a home pregnancy test in the back seat of your car, Meghan?" Sarah (through speculated coversation).
"He's emo, but doesn't look like he'd be emo. It's weird." Me
"He's emo in disguise. He's incognEMO." Sarah
"Lets go test drive a truck and use it to haul shit around today and take some trips out to the dump. " Leanne.
"So she got banned from the one bar for nudity, banned from another one for fighting, took my shoes and has passed out in a hallway. WTF. Ummm, are you seriously gonna go on a second date with this girl?" Me
"Probably." Lorne
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
You Can't Always Get What You Want
When I was nineteen I had a friend named Adam. We worked together at the same mine and we spent every break and evening together. He had a crush on me, and I knew it but it was one of those situations where neither of us brought it up. I would go to him with guy problems (not being most sensitive person around) and we would smoke cigarettes (his) and discuss love and life and how much we thought we knew about the world but obviously didn't. He was older, 24 and was one of the sweetest guys I'd ever met. He was smart and non judgemental and worldly. Of course I was interested in the tattooed biker who was playing every girl within 50 metres. Not much has changed sadly as I'm still chasing those boys.
At the end of the summer he took me aside and with a shaking voice told me he had fallen in love with me. I was surprised. I had known he had feelings for me but not to that extent. I'd never even had a guy profess feelings towards me before that point. It was weird. He told me he didn't expect me to feel the same way but just had to say it anyways. I stared with my mouth hanging open on the end of his camp bed. It was his last night and I wouldn't see him in the morning. He kissed me, and we parted way.
Two years later after I had travelled and grown slightly ( but was still full of the arrogance and ignorance of my early twenties) I ended up moving to his home town. I didn't expect to run into him but it wasn't a large city so I was not surprised when I did. He looked the same and I hugged him as if nothing had changed. It felt really nice to see him again as he was someone who was comfortable. We went to the movies together and chatted and caught up and it was just like old times; then he dropped the bomb. He had a girlfriend. It was serious. It was two seconds after he said that when it kicked in- I'm an idiot and I lost my chance to be with him. We tried to maintain a friendship after that but the awkwardness had set in. He was happy and I had to deal with that. I learned a valuable lesson...or not.
Years later I find myself in similar predicaments. Not once or twice but a few times. I had a friend who has been interested for months. I dabbled with the idea but have been too preoccupied with kissing and dating a plethora of men to consider settling down with one. Why have spagetti every day when you can have a buffet. We flirt and everything but I keep it carefree enough that I cannot find myself in any trouble for my behavior as "we're just friends". But then the attention started dwindling. Less phone calls and text messages. They're still there and flirty and fun, but without the same gusto. The spark he had for me was gone and moved elsewhere and I felt sad. I have to admit a part of it was due to the attention and admiration of someone. Selfish as it is, it feels good to have that ego boost in your life. Not enough to feed fuel to the fire of ther attraction, but enough that it makes you feel wanted or at the least attractive. But part of it was more.
Now I know that this is a mind game and I am guilty as charged. It goes hand in hand with the saying how you can't find someone when you're single but when you're taken people flock to you. I'm the person that doesn't realize I want the person until the person is no longer into me. I don't neccesarily think it's "cause I'm a woman" as I've seen many men do this as well. In fact many cheesy 90's teen flicks were based on it. The grass is always greener on the other side is I guess is the point I am making and often we don't realize it until it's too late. I've scolded friends for leading someone on when "all you have to do is say you're not interested and it's that simple". But my own medicine tastes pretty bitter and I'm getting pretty damn tired of taking it. Is there a way to outgrow this behavior or is it just a fact of not always getting what you want.
At the end of the summer he took me aside and with a shaking voice told me he had fallen in love with me. I was surprised. I had known he had feelings for me but not to that extent. I'd never even had a guy profess feelings towards me before that point. It was weird. He told me he didn't expect me to feel the same way but just had to say it anyways. I stared with my mouth hanging open on the end of his camp bed. It was his last night and I wouldn't see him in the morning. He kissed me, and we parted way.
Two years later after I had travelled and grown slightly ( but was still full of the arrogance and ignorance of my early twenties) I ended up moving to his home town. I didn't expect to run into him but it wasn't a large city so I was not surprised when I did. He looked the same and I hugged him as if nothing had changed. It felt really nice to see him again as he was someone who was comfortable. We went to the movies together and chatted and caught up and it was just like old times; then he dropped the bomb. He had a girlfriend. It was serious. It was two seconds after he said that when it kicked in- I'm an idiot and I lost my chance to be with him. We tried to maintain a friendship after that but the awkwardness had set in. He was happy and I had to deal with that. I learned a valuable lesson...or not.
Years later I find myself in similar predicaments. Not once or twice but a few times. I had a friend who has been interested for months. I dabbled with the idea but have been too preoccupied with kissing and dating a plethora of men to consider settling down with one. Why have spagetti every day when you can have a buffet. We flirt and everything but I keep it carefree enough that I cannot find myself in any trouble for my behavior as "we're just friends". But then the attention started dwindling. Less phone calls and text messages. They're still there and flirty and fun, but without the same gusto. The spark he had for me was gone and moved elsewhere and I felt sad. I have to admit a part of it was due to the attention and admiration of someone. Selfish as it is, it feels good to have that ego boost in your life. Not enough to feed fuel to the fire of ther attraction, but enough that it makes you feel wanted or at the least attractive. But part of it was more.
Now I know that this is a mind game and I am guilty as charged. It goes hand in hand with the saying how you can't find someone when you're single but when you're taken people flock to you. I'm the person that doesn't realize I want the person until the person is no longer into me. I don't neccesarily think it's "cause I'm a woman" as I've seen many men do this as well. In fact many cheesy 90's teen flicks were based on it. The grass is always greener on the other side is I guess is the point I am making and often we don't realize it until it's too late. I've scolded friends for leading someone on when "all you have to do is say you're not interested and it's that simple". But my own medicine tastes pretty bitter and I'm getting pretty damn tired of taking it. Is there a way to outgrow this behavior or is it just a fact of not always getting what you want.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
If flirting is an artform, Facebook is my canvas
Poke.
Poke back?
We hooked up and it was ____________
We dated from ____ to ____ and now ___________
Facebook messages are the new email messages.
Not only is facebooking great for getting in touch with old coworkers, classmates, birthday reminders, and to see who will be at which event to see if you'd like to go, but it's also a great forum for flirting.
Search out the cute boy from that night out (and if you're extra facebook stalky like me) see if you have any mutual friends. Facebook messaging each other when both are online pokes tongue in cheek at msn messaging. The random poke here and there for a giggle. Right now my facebook page is a plethora of men I have dated, am dating, or want to date. Screw lavalife or plenty-of-fish, this way is easier and plus I'm already on it 20 hrs a day anyways. It's great to rekindle flirtations with past boys (why? why do i do that to myself?) and to see a little bit about the guys you are into. Ex) First date "sooo my friend facebook tells me your fav band is...."Why not take advantage of the largest social networking site right now.
I can't help but wonder if others have the same sort of facebook encounters or if I'm just progressive enough to take it to a creepy sexual level.
Poke back?
We hooked up and it was ____________
We dated from ____ to ____ and now ___________
Facebook messages are the new email messages.
Not only is facebooking great for getting in touch with old coworkers, classmates, birthday reminders, and to see who will be at which event to see if you'd like to go, but it's also a great forum for flirting.
Search out the cute boy from that night out (and if you're extra facebook stalky like me) see if you have any mutual friends. Facebook messaging each other when both are online pokes tongue in cheek at msn messaging. The random poke here and there for a giggle. Right now my facebook page is a plethora of men I have dated, am dating, or want to date. Screw lavalife or plenty-of-fish, this way is easier and plus I'm already on it 20 hrs a day anyways. It's great to rekindle flirtations with past boys (why? why do i do that to myself?) and to see a little bit about the guys you are into. Ex) First date "sooo my friend facebook tells me your fav band is...."Why not take advantage of the largest social networking site right now.
I can't help but wonder if others have the same sort of facebook encounters or if I'm just progressive enough to take it to a creepy sexual level.
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