Lamb Wrasslin'
Sidlicious,
Rawwrr! I am sleepy. It is 10:04 and i have committed to myself that I will go for a run at 10:30. That way I am in the shower by 11:30, so i have a good 45 mins to wrassle with my new ridanqulous hair cut. Then it will be off to school for the one lecture i plan on hittin' up before the oilers game. I do have a night class but unfortunately, it conflicts with flames vs. oilers and name that tune at Ratt. Wow, school life is hard.
Lately I wish that I could bypass Monday-Thursday and just live the rest of my life in a perpetual weekend loop. Weekends are just where its at! Take last weekend por exemplaire....
Friday: Wayners Bday!
I roused myself from an afternoon nap and fired up Snoop da' Coup and headed West in search of the Outback. I got a neat little look into Waynes life beyond the 13-13th penthouse... stories of the infamous "Ranch" and other past hijinx. I also got to meet BJ....a man who makes Nooman at 7:30 on a Friday night look like a lamb.
After a lovely dinner we said goodbye to Wayne's adorable mom and headed to the peelers. I was a first timer and it far exceeded my expectations yet also fell below them. The lesson i learned is: Strippers are only fun to look at if their hot. It also pretty much ruined any fantasies i might have previously held about becoming a stripper. But c'est la vie, there comes a time in every girl's life where she has to let go of those childhood dreams and embrace reality...Rye and I decided i could still become an escort if i wanted.
Then it was off to Rum, my first visit back since my glory days of being 18. I'm not sure what has changed more, Rum or Me. But i could hardly believe this was the same place where i first hookt up with Matt to the sweet sounds of Billy Jean. But it was a great night and I will never be able to remove the image of Rye stuffing a bill down Wayne's pants as he danced on the hooker platform....believe me I've tried. Once home, Wayne got Octagonal and I pulled a party foul and swiped....me so tired!
Saturday was working the Oilers game for Molson @ Hudsons, and Sunday was a perfect wholesome, weekend wind down starting off with breakfast on Whyte and perusing some shops. Like I said, school life is hard...on another note, judging by the flipflops in my stomach on Sunday, i think i might be getting my feelings back! Either that or it's indicative of Stomach Cancer.
Alas, it is 10:30 and responsibility calls...time for a Run and then it's off to SignLanguage 101. HaHa. I can't wait till u come back for christmas...been missin u like chicken-fried misses rice.
Love. Linny.
Rawwrr! I am sleepy. It is 10:04 and i have committed to myself that I will go for a run at 10:30. That way I am in the shower by 11:30, so i have a good 45 mins to wrassle with my new ridanqulous hair cut. Then it will be off to school for the one lecture i plan on hittin' up before the oilers game. I do have a night class but unfortunately, it conflicts with flames vs. oilers and name that tune at Ratt. Wow, school life is hard.
Lately I wish that I could bypass Monday-Thursday and just live the rest of my life in a perpetual weekend loop. Weekends are just where its at! Take last weekend por exemplaire....
Friday: Wayners Bday!
I roused myself from an afternoon nap and fired up Snoop da' Coup and headed West in search of the Outback. I got a neat little look into Waynes life beyond the 13-13th penthouse... stories of the infamous "Ranch" and other past hijinx. I also got to meet BJ....a man who makes Nooman at 7:30 on a Friday night look like a lamb.
After a lovely dinner we said goodbye to Wayne's adorable mom and headed to the peelers. I was a first timer and it far exceeded my expectations yet also fell below them. The lesson i learned is: Strippers are only fun to look at if their hot. It also pretty much ruined any fantasies i might have previously held about becoming a stripper. But c'est la vie, there comes a time in every girl's life where she has to let go of those childhood dreams and embrace reality...Rye and I decided i could still become an escort if i wanted.
Then it was off to Rum, my first visit back since my glory days of being 18. I'm not sure what has changed more, Rum or Me. But i could hardly believe this was the same place where i first hookt up with Matt to the sweet sounds of Billy Jean. But it was a great night and I will never be able to remove the image of Rye stuffing a bill down Wayne's pants as he danced on the hooker platform....believe me I've tried. Once home, Wayne got Octagonal and I pulled a party foul and swiped....me so tired!
Saturday was working the Oilers game for Molson @ Hudsons, and Sunday was a perfect wholesome, weekend wind down starting off with breakfast on Whyte and perusing some shops. Like I said, school life is hard...on another note, judging by the flipflops in my stomach on Sunday, i think i might be getting my feelings back! Either that or it's indicative of Stomach Cancer.
Alas, it is 10:30 and responsibility calls...time for a Run and then it's off to SignLanguage 101. HaHa. I can't wait till u come back for christmas...been missin u like chicken-fried misses rice.
Love. Linny.
posted by The Trailor Park Girlz @ 9:04 AM
1 Comments:
At 5:18 PM,
NMZ said…
i do not know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment. But seeing as i am old enough to remember the ranck, i will take it as a compliment. Next time ask BJ about Hockey Night in Canada
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