I know it's been awhile.
I suck like that.
I've been busy busting my ass trying (unsuccessfully thus far) to get a job.

However, a nice company in Florida wants to fly me out there in a week or two. Nice!
I feel like I've been sucked into a porn movie.
The President of North American sales is flying the recent college graduate with great jugs to a place right near the beach. Someone named Fredrico is going to pick me up at the airport, which is driving distance from my gorgeous ex boyfriend's house.

I'm pretty sure I've seen a porn with that exact same story line.

Other than that, it's the same old shit, trying to survive on the 8 hours a week at work. My parents think it would be a great idea to make me move to Indianapolis, but there is nothing for me there. And I'd rather not have to hear their constant bitching in person.

Everyone cross their fingers for me!

I'm an excited little girl. Maxson is posting again. And not soon enough.

I also waste a lot of my internet time at this site. As much as I hate celebrity gossip, Perez Hilton holds my attention. It's like reading trashy tabloids with my gay friends. I just want to hug and kiss him all over.

As much as I hate RIBCO... I find myself going back there June 16th (This friday for those of you without calenders).
The boys from Swizzle Tree are going to be there with Pomeroy, and then partying their asses off for their guitarist's birthday.
It's always a fun time to go hear em, and then get completely fucking tore up.

I'll be the one at the bar doing shots of Patron, trying to keep my clothes on.

Romance is dead and the internet killed it.

I'm almost positive.

I was clicking through my email, most of which was general bullshit from people who wanted to help me enlarge my penis, when I came across this little gem.

Subject: OMG.

you are so hot!! I want to strip you naked,

eat your pussy until you come all over my face,

stroke your black hair while you wrap your sweet mouth

around my dick, then spread you open,

push my dick into you and fuck you until we both cum.

Now, as nice as it is that people think of me, how romantic is that? I know that I'm a girl with somewhat questionable morals, but come on.
Don't I atleast deserve a first name, maybe dinner, before you start sending me random email about fucking me six ways from Sunday?

I guess that's one way to cut through the crap in relationships?
Cut straight through the shit and get down the bottom line.
And they say romance is dead.