filter requests

I have several things to discuss, however I'm going to be a complete twat and make separate entries regarding them. Just to be a pain in the ass.

The first topic of discussion is this:

Tonight marks my last night of freedom.
Tomorrow I am going to jump on the bandwagon that several of my friends are currently crowing about. This means I will be starting the Atkins diet. I plan on making a topic specific filter for this; all the posts will be filtered within this group.

What I would like to know is who would like to be included on this filter? I don't want people who are nosy and if I decide that you are just being nosy, your request will be denied. I would like the people who have either a.) experience with this b.) help they can offer me or c.) their own weight problems.

Also: before anyone jumps up with their opinion on this diet plan, allow me to say that I have been researching this quite thoroughly. I know all the pitfalls. I know the dangers of doing it incorrectly. I know all the myths (and most of the bad things you hear about it are indeed myths from people who haven't a clue what they're talking about). I have put a great deal of thought into this. I am not disregarding anyone's opinion. What I am doing is stating that I've heard it ALL before, so please do not waste your breath. This is very important to me.

So, let me know.

I gave my ice cream to a shark

I'm a lazy bum, so you only get one photo and then a link to someone else's page regarding the day I spent at the ocean with The Engineer, Miss Janette, and Miss Robin.


The Engineer and I.

Zombie beach party a go-go!

hello, takeout?

It's been a good weekend, I would venture to say.

Miss Janette arrived safely, though a bit late (and that was my fault because I fucked up the directions). We had been planning on going to the movies, but things just did not work out quite as we expected.

The Engineer, Miss Robin, Miss Janette, and I were all a bit rammy and disjointed. Everyone was running late, so it was decided that the movies just would not be happening for us. Instead, we were going to find somewhere to feed ourselves, then hit the party at my friends' house I had been invited to.

The diner, not being any of our usual haunts, was sub-par. The food was kind of icky, the waitress was nice but not around very much, and the rest of the clientele was more then a bit scary. We still managed a good time and the best quote from that part of the evening was Could you please not point your dick at my friends?

The party was the typical Justin and Stef party, which I always find myself amused at. A ton of wasted techno kids running around and giggling, loud ass BANGING tracks being played, and free inebriation sources for myself. We also had the added bonus of within five minutes of arriving, having one of the partygoers tell Miss Robin that they could see her aura and how they thought she was so cool. It was late when we arrived however, so we couldn't stay very long.

The wee hours of the morning found Miss Janette and I sitting up in The Engineer's apartment, talking a whole boatload of smack. For some reason whenever we get together, we get like this. And I enjoy every fucking second. I cringed, however, every time I looked at the clock. We were planning on driving to Cape May in the morning and the hours creeped up on us quite swiftly. I finally peeled myself from my chair and staggered to bed at about half past seven in the morning. eeek.

Our beach trip, as detailed by Miss Robin, can be found linked in my previous entry. However, a most notable quote from that experience would be Holy shit! That fucking whore gave me a screeching case of the dolphins! Also, had Carrie been with us, she probably would have assisted me in building the sand cock (of which photos can be found in a link in my previous entry). I miss me some Carrie.

We made it home in one piece, despite me being about ready to drop from all the fucking driving I had done. It was only about eight o'clock at night when we got back and after about an hour of sitting around, I caught my second wind. The night was young! We still had to stalk Halloween swag at Target and go grocery shopping! The Engineer was abandoned; Miss J, Miss R, and I piled back into the car for another excursion.

The end of that evening found us all half conked out in my living room, wondering what the fuck sweetfish were, and cackling. At about two thirty am, I woke up Miss R by whispering in her face, "Miss Robin, very very sleeping!" until she jolted awake. She blearily staggered off to her car, the Engineer went to bed, while Miss J and I geared up for another round of "Bitch please!" This time, we lasted until about six am. With a small break at one point to move upstairs to the Engineer's apartment.

The original plan had been to drive her back to the train station around seven, but neither of us were feeling it. We wanted to accomplish something remotely resembling sleep, so I informed the Engineer to wake me up at noon. He tried, I made noises at him. This is a usual occurance when one attempts to awaken me when I do not want to be woken.

I finally crawled out of bed around one or two. heh.

Notable quote from this time frame is a tie between:

I want to grow! up to be! be a DEGREASER! deeegreeeaserr!"

and

Did you really say, 'look motherfucker, blah blah blah blah!'?


To wrap things up, I loves me some Miss J and Miss R. Weekends spent with my friends are the fucking best thing in the world. I'm tired enough to sleep for a week. And I miss my Carrie. :(