Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Sample conversation

Nerd "I love you"

(hugging commences)

Me "You're sweaty"

Nerd "You have to live with me for the rest of your life"

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Monday, August 15, 2005

Shit yo, keeping it real, getting engaged and the like






So Mattastic and I are engaged! Holy fucking engaged!!!!
I can't believe it, but I'm too distracted by my shiny finger...
Matt's blog is much better articulated, so check out this link, but I'm going to answer some FAQ.
http://www.smooshspace.com/weblog/archive/000623.html#000623

  1. I'm not pregnant
  2. We're thinking October 2006
  3. I like Nutella
  4. Matt was not drunk or have a shotgun pointed at him
  5. Matt is BRAVE (my mom says so)
  6. I've rediscovered hotdogs (the hoofs and lips kind, not the ass and foreskin kind)
  7. I'm beyond excited and ever so happy
  8. Our children will have freakishly large heads
  9. I'm not pregnant, it's a pot belly I swear
  10. I couldn't be spending my life with a more understanding, generous, smart, beautiful, smart, smells like warm butter and has the softest skin ever!!!! man. I could however learn a fucking lot from him.
  11. The top picture is us running from cover from Mothra.

Matt, you fucking rock some serious ass. Word.


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Wednesday, August 10, 2005

man alive in tucson AZ

GUESS WHAT BLOODY SONG I HEARD THIS MORNING BEFORE WORK?

GUESS WHAT SONG IS STUCK IN MY HEAD, AND IT DOES NOT SOUND BETTER THAN IT DID YESTERDAY?

GREAT WILLIAMS CORN COB PIPE- I'M FAIRLY CERTAIN IT'S GOING TO MAKE ME POOP MY SELF IN (LET'S PRETEND I ALREADY DON'T.)

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Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Two post's in one day.

I know some people who aren’t so much into the greeting hug, they will accept the goodbye hug, but only if it’s initiated by the other person. I thought it would be a good idea for this person to shove the greeter hugger down to the floor and force them to stay there (with kicks if you please). I do believe she’s seriously considering it, the stress of greeting people who may or may not touch her is really getting to her. I don’t really care, I’ve never been much for hugging or invasions of my precious personal space, but I’ll take a hug if I must. A few friends are just so lovely I have to. However there are a few persons I would body slam to the ground with out even blinking.

Well! Last night I got a greeting hug and kiss from Browntastic (which wasn’t too huge surprise because last time I saw him I was super drunk and amused him to no end so he was showing that he was pleased with me, I’m thinking [DANCE MONKEY]).

I so desperately wish my non-hugging pal had seen it, because just for show, I would’ve pile drived him into the beach. You know, just for show. It’s weird though, he always hugs me hello, and I’m always surprised, but the kiss on the cheek didn’t faze me one bit!

This weekend I was so tired, took Grammy to get her head stapled and it took a while, that at one point on the weekend, I tried to make the sound of two balls, as in testicles, rattling back and forth, and it more sounded like dominion’s falling than a good old fashioned rattling. It made me laugh for about 20 minutes straight. I was laughing so hard at the bizarre sound I made, that was so way off from what possibly should have sounded like two bolts rattling in a coffee tin, it hurt my tummy and tears were pouring out of my eyes. I am, however, fairly certain that I would have laughed just as hard if I wasn’t going on 3 hours of sleep in a 48 hour period.

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I have the worst song stuck in my head. I’m fairly certain that it may cause me to swerve into on coming traffic. I daren’t speak its poison name-however in hopes of getting it out of my head- I’m spewing it out like the contemptible bile that it is.

“Having a Party” by Shania Twain and Mark McGraff.

Oh, it did no good; it’s still looping along with visuals of the video with Shania’s weird mullet and McGraff’s stupid face.

Last night I played volleyball, and didn’t get a ticket, nor smash in stupid Foul Face’s face. We had a lot of people show up (so I could avoid Foul Face), including the adorable Lester (Whose boyfriend is Earp, and I thought he called today, but he didn’t, it was just weird ol’, soon to be dad Goliath).

Lester made a friend.

Lester made a friend that scared us and invited himself out to drinks with us after our game.

Lester will pay.

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Monday, August 01, 2005

Oh TLC

Simcoe Day and I'm watching TLC, second chances, and it's so creepy- and uncomfortable and weird.
Meeting the bearded lady for lunch, and then off to buy pillows.
Fuck, this entry sucks, and the lady on TLC is wearing a horrible fur wrap-in the desert...

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