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Damn I’ve been busy… and not so busy, but just away from the freaking computer. So here’s a quick recap of my weekend in random order.

I’ve already talked about the trip to the club with Porn Star, so… go re-read that post if you need it.

Operation DVD is just an absolute BUST. I shall re-name it to Operation Judy Is A Chicken Shit. I returned the DVD’s with the intent of borrowing more and doing a little flirting then borrowing more just so I’d have an excuse to go over there. What I did was return the DVD’s and babble like an IDIOT and THEN be too much of a chicken shit to borrow more or to even flirt. I might as well have stuck my finger up my nose and drooled down my chin, I was being such a ‘Tard. The next day I was discussing it all with K and saying how it was giving me bad déjà vu to early high school days and having a crush on a certain guy and that in light of that I probably needed to have one of my girl friends go up and tell DVD guy that I ‘like’ him or better yet, I need to write his name encircled with a heart on my book cover then giggle and blush if he sees it. Tonight a guy friend of mine suggested that I take a direct approach and ask the guy out to lunch then slip my hand in his lap to ‘check out the package’, when I suggested that I ask him to lunch then slip my panties into his lap he told me that was far to subtle and would get me nowhere. Hehehe… I know he’s right! I’ve done the hand in the lap thing before (and it’s worked just fine), but I just CAN’T do that with DVD guy! I mean doing it on a date just moves things along a little quicker – it’s a great way to skip boring conversation and get right to the naked twister game – and it’s easy to do then, I mean if I’m on a date, I kind of KNOW that this guy is INTO me and baring a serious case of morals and ethics, his purpose is the naked twister game. I’m just not sure with DVD guy, he may not want to play naked twister with me (as hard as that is to believe) and he might just be OFFENDED by my blatant and unabashed groping. Then again, he might just be a GUY and he hasn’t yet figured out that I’m HITTING on him (albeit in a VERY VERY LAME way). Maybe I just need to give him a shake and say “Why the HELL do you think I keep wearing low cut shirts over here? It’s not like I display my boobicles for just EVERYONE!” Okay, that’s a lie, I do display the boobage whenever I can, but I wouldn’t go through the trouble to make sure one of my low cut slutty club shirts was clean every time I was over there. Eh, I’m so lame.

The State Fair was soooo much fun. The Tiny Terrorists were NOT happy with the wait (2 + hours) to see Paul Teutles Sr. and his boys. He’s so hot. I’m surprised D didn’t need to wear a Depends she was so hot for him. She did buy me a most excellent red OCC tank top to wear and I must say, I was looking pretty slutty in it. Oh yeah! I got a photo of me leaning over the table towards Paul Teutles Jr. but poor D did not as I’m truly a ‘tard and didn’t realize her camera was OFF. I’m so sorry D.

Jewish New Year

Woohoo! It’s here. Monday night ushered in the first night of Rosh Hashanah. Unlike last year, I didn’t do a whole lot of cooking in preparation and instead spent Monday at the fair with D and the kids. It rocked!
DayQuil Sucks!
This morning I started to have a sinus headache and took some DayQuil only to be smacked down and knocked out. That shit put me to SLEEP. I’m thankful that Cabbage Patch is such a good child as to just watch a movie and play with her Polly Pockets while I was asleep on the couch like some crack whore sleeping it off after a hard night. Damn that sucked!
Speaking of sleeping, I need to go do that now.

*double posting fixed now, hell I figured if ya'll liked reading it once, you'd love it the second time around!