sex on tap

what is love?

is it good sex?
is it great sex?
is it sex on tap?

is it all three?

in the name of science

there was once a smart person
this person decided to mix H2O and carbon together
then another smart person came along
this next smart person decided to mix the mixture of H20 + carbon with some sugar
then another smart person came along
this next smart person decided to mix the mixture of H20 + carbon + sugar with artificial lemon flavour

i am now gonna test the theory out that eating/drinking stuff like the above mixture before going to bed gives you weird dreams

i will also brush my teeth after drinking the above mixture

results are pending

grovel pie

YES PEOPLE. WE'RE A CYNICAL BUNCH OVER HERE. GET USED TO IT.

now onto my latest rant. TRUST.

Webster's dictionary defines it as: "assured reliance on the character, ability, strength or truth of someone or something...a charge or duty imposed in faith or confidence or as a condition of some relationship"

Wikipedia defines it as: "the belief in the good character of one"

another cynical viker (ohhh guess which one!) said that to earn it you must proove that you are trustworthy in the first place. since when was it a sure thing that trust is automatically given between people? can you love someone and not trust them at the same time?

ahhh such a fickle world we live in. if only we were robots. it would make heartbreak easier to deal with.

you got-ta try, try a little tenderness

when one is in a horrifically bad mood, nothing soothes one's soul like driving with angry angry music turned up full ball.

oh. and ice cream.

and cursing the person who made you mad in the first place.

...and finally...singing loudly and dramatically at the top of your lungs to whatever bad bad chart song is playing on the radio.

single rule #72

never date a guy with a single bed
it shows they're not into commitment

i'm depressed

when is paranoia justified?
can you trust someone but at the same time not?

stupid little seed of doubt.

call me when you get this

i love corinne! her music makes me float...
all is right with the world.
nothing to complain about. not even public transport.
now i'm determined to skate around on ice.
and keep floating through second semester.

float ON!

one is a pom, two are pom poms

ever saw something that just makes you go "PLEASE TELL ME NO?!?!"
i just did
i saw myself as a cheerleader
i saw what i would look like cheering
i saw what i would look like cheering with school spirit
i saw what i would look like jumping in a coordinated, matching mini-skirt uniform
i saw myself with pom poms

this is many a guy's fantasy. wish hard. i know someone's birthday is coming up around the corner.

tap me out hughie

ever had one of those conversations where you just mention innocent observations or topics of conversations and all of a sudden it takes on a whole new meaning because the companion you're having the conversation with takes it to a whole new level? i just did.

example:

i just mentioned how there in some strange way guys like harry connick jr and jon bon jovi are in their own way kinda sexy. i mean they're not your typical blond, blue eyed dreamboat ala matthew mcconaughey or tall, dark and handsome ala (*sigh*) jake gyllenhaal. but still in their own way, sexy.

friend's conclusion? i like men with hair. not hair...but like HAIR. an abundance of it. we're also talking about hair on the head. not chest, not err...nether regions. hair. on. head.

hey, it's all down to science baby! lotsa hair = sure sign of a man's virility status. i'm aiming for the top and the best. it's nice to have something to grab onto. go jon bon jovi.

i didn't mention the smelling thing. not too sure i wanted to know what level she would've taken that to.

do-dec-a-he-dron

we had a fascinating conversation at lunch today about the many sides of your personality you show to the people in your social circles. albeit i had more fun with this than everyone else, but you know...that's just me.

so? it leads me to the dodecahedron theory. thanks to my good friend jane for the simpsons reference and the use of the word. my theory is that the average person has at least five sides to their personality. i'm sure there's people out there who have say...twenty sides to their personality, but that's a completely different story. that was reserved for the lunch conversation. hehe.

please, anyone correct me if i'm wrong, but i think it's impossible to project the same way to everyone. i also think it would be exhausting to maintain lots of different sides...because it's just too much work and then it becomes a game of pretend. and in the end, which is the real you? which has just led me to another thought which i will finish on.

so the side of your personality with the quirks, the secrets, the ambitions, the embarrassing thoughts and dreams, the fears, the everything...can anyone ever really know all of that? in other words, can anyone ever really know the real you?

chicken is evil

a thought occurred to me whilst i read back on my previous post and watching discovery health. science really does come up with an explanation for everything. it's up to you to believe the validity of the theories, the hypothesis, the reasonings behind what it is trying to explain in non layman's terms.

so what has science dipped it's hands into this time? the science of LURVE. that's right babies. LURVE. the gooey, mushy, feeling that even exists in hard core vikers with (organs resembling) hearts of coal.

let's say there is a freaky crowd where all the guys are gorgeous, hot, available and lusting after you. what is that one left of centre feature that would separate the ones without a chance from the guy who's captured your heart? mine is the way a guy smells. the wrong cologne and a guy can go from hero to zero in...well zero.

that's as best as i can describe it. it's not like i'm gonna list down some colognes out there specifically and go wear this and you've got me body and soul. the guy just has to get it right. and when he does, bada bing! bada boom! and when he gets it wrong. oh bada bad...very, very bad. don't ask me why. there's just something so incredibly sexy when a guy smells so nice. i just have to learn to be more subtle with my sniffing skills!

so what's your left of centre turn on in the opposite sex?

go spicy men! yum...

how high? too high!

maybe we women have too high expectations of what we desire in men.
maybe we should scale down abit.
maybe it should be a step by step process.
maybe once he's cleared level 1, then expectations can go up a level.

maybe we should just start with wishing for a freshly laundered man to open a door for us. yeah i like that idea. a freshly laundered man. ohhh now that's sexy.

booster club

roll up! roll up!

the booster club is holding a charity fundraising fashion show this weekend. good food, good charity and we're gonna be models. all is welcome. cindy lauper may just also be played.

welcome burt. we've missed you too.

it's a bird! it's a plane! it's...

just me.

i am on day 2 of my placement and loving it. at the risk of sounding geeky...it feels good to actually be using my brain again...rather rocking up to work and selling clothes. although let me tell you, retail is a lot trickier than some of you might think.

sniffle. although feeling left out at the fact that everyone else is still on holiday and i'm at placement fulltime. i guess this is how everyone working fulltime feels. it doesn't seem so bad. well it's goodbye social life...working 6 days a week doesn't seem so bad, right?

anyway, i just wanted to put my two cents in.

oooo...and song of the week? by your side [sade]

peeing man

there's a few things i want to say in this post of mine. depending on how distracted i get it may be short, it may be long. bear with me.

moochos gracios duck nazi. firstly the duck was beautiful. DELICIOUS. YUMMY-ILIOUS. RUB MY TUMMY COS I ATE WAY TOO MUCH OF IT. it was good. it was worth the wait.

moochos gracios wonderful people who came on the night. not only was the food great. but the company was even better.

so what does this prove? that good food can only take you so far, but great company can make the night a memorable one. and possibly a debate about karma sutra. we may not have gotten our peeing man, and you guys would've surely left me there if i didn't tip the duck nazi, but hell i had a great night.

and people, OLD KINGDOM down on smith st is a fantastic place. the duck nazi is a crack up, the duck is fantabulouso and even the waiters add their own sense of humor to the night. judging by the great reviews that the place gets, and the many, many people that walk in and out of those doors happy, just proves that the place is a gem. go try it for yourself (even you vegetarian olga).