so i went out alone tonight for the first time. friend took way too long at this bar for a pub quiz tourney leaving me sitting at home for three hours with my make-up on, total downer moment. anyway, so i was like, "fuck it. I'm going out." i went to the closest bar and sat down at the bar stool drinking my gin and soda and decided to spark up a convo with the two nearest decent guys.

one was pretty cute, the other i wouldn't write home to momma. anyway, so we were chatty mcchats, making jokes, talking about innocuous topics, while i pretended that my friend would call me back (which she said she would). after the boys came back from their smoke break, i briskly left, tellin them to "have a good nite!" see, the guys didn't have the gumption to talk to me after they returned so i made a nice exit, leaving them standing there, stunned that i would go in such an abrupt fashion. hello?! i talked to yall first and yall need to get your shit together or drink a couple of more beers to get some cajones!

onto the next bar. i got a glass of wine (at a nice beer place) and sat down at a bench next to some cute pool players. chris introduced himself and called me his "good luck charm." after a few sentences, i gathered that he was gay, but then he told his friend that the friend was making him look like an ass in front of his new girly friend...so maybe he was closested or so close to gay that he was straight but sent out gay vibes. from afar he looked straight, from close he looked straight, when he opened his mouth, it was doubt-central. after a good 30minutes of banter and shouts and looks of disbelief from missing good pool shots, i said goodnight to another cute friend.

i say, tonight ended up being very interesting and effective towards my goal of world domination. ...and getting over ex-dreamlover.

its wrong that i have a thing for brody jenner. ...right? i'm ashamed.

remain my sexual slave. football will only ruin you.

so...guess who played bleeding love 405 times in the past month, according to itunes?...... not me?

you know what? i want to date james franco.

so, i was reminiscing the other day how I miss going to the library because my friends were there and it was easy and fun and free! when i sit at coffee shops, i feel pressured to drink my bladder to max capacity with unnecessary caffeine. plus, i like to pack my own lunch. anyway, so i traversed to the local public library. very close to me. one bart stop away. it has AC and it's very nice and clean and i can see how one side of the library is reserved for the homeless and the other side for studious beings. plus it has six floors. yay.

on another note, there was a cute guy at the gym and he headed to the water fountain in front of me. unfortunately, he was taking forever to drink a sip of water and i was like.. fine whatever. THEN, he proceeded to fill up a water bottle. Excuse me, but who in the hell drinks out of the fountain and then fills up the water bottle. what an ass. there's a line behind you. do one or the other or let people in front of you. tard bucket.

15 minutes to put back the key on the keyboard. damn you F key!

i had a dream about exlover...and i feel all sad right now. it consisted of him hugging me in front of all my friends and us standing there like lovebugs. and he was tall in the dream. interesting....sigh. no relapse. must move onward and upward!

so who knew that diet snapple had caffeine. the same amount as coke.....wide awake.....yay..fun.

one of my new goals for the summer: stopping the 12:30am and 7am rapper. there is a guy who thinks he is dmx, sounds a little bit like him, and has the passion to rap whenever he feels called by the musical gods to shower us with wonderous rapping at odd hours of the night and day. dmx brings out the boombox, sets it upon the hood of the nearest vehicle and pumps up the volume of a shiteous rap song.

he proceeds to sign along yelling "bitch...bitch...ya!" sometimes he sings the same song a couple of times, but i think he recently got a new rap-a-long cd. he stops after a few rounds and puts the boombox away. you don't want your fans to get too much of a good thing. just a little taste will do ya. a few minutes to a few hours later, our version of sinatra comes back with an encore. sweet. another teaser to last us till the next hour. the local dmx-er is the best hidden treasure of san francisco, living in the heart of the mission. who needs BET when he be clubbin' only a few sidewalk steps away.

He is going down!!!

Brett: You stay retired. You're too old to play. I have a bet with ex-dreamlover and i don't want it resurrected because you decided that you want to get back into the game. that's not how it works assnut. stay home, bake cookies (or make love to me).

and the scoring will be done after the relationship with surfer ends. he is too cute to rate... and in order to be funny, i have to be mean. he's too cute to be mean. like a little puppy.

omg. the kid i went on the date with tonight. the surfer. SO HOT. cute. all the gay guys were checking him out. he's tall dark and handsome. just what the doctor ordered. no, not the pervy doctor,...you know what i mean. i will update later... i want him.. mmmmm his parents are going out of town on tuesday. HAHAHHA

i am so livin the sex and the city episode when carrie dates that comic store owner guy....a harold to my college/high school youth.

my new goal for the summer and fall. i'm giving myself this year..and maybe next:

Goal 2008-2009..hopefully the summer