It was totally a high school reunion the other weekend at the club ... There were no less than 12 Mouat Alumni present that night at Vanilla Room... the night when I met this guy who we will call "binder." He had gone to my high school and college (and as I was surprised to find out my elementary school too,) but we had never really talked. I knew who he was, but that was it.
We started talking and hit it off. He gave me his number and I texted him when I got home from the club (I had to call a taxi because my asshole friends left me there alone!) He phoned me and we've been talking since.
On Tuesday we went on a date and totally clicked. I had fun talking and flirting with him and there was tonnes of chemistry. He told me he liked me and I told him I liked him too. At the end of the night we made plans to hang out again and I left him with a little bit of kissing.
So, on Thursday night (when we were supposed to hang out) I came home from work, got changed and called him, to which I recieved a "You have reached the mailbox of Binder" etc etc... so I left him a message (which went unanswered) and stayed home to watch a couple episodes of 90210. As much as I'm seriously loving the 90's flashbacks, I was seriously pissed. If you can't come out ok, just gimme a damn phone call! Strike 1 Binder Boy!
I caught up to him the next day; he gave me some lame excuse and I gave him a lecture. We made plans to hang out Saturday night after I volunteered at my work's annual golf tournament.
We talked a few times during the day, and I was tired so we were going to just chill and watch a movie that night. Then he called me saying that his friend really wanted him to go downtown with them so did I want to do that instead. I just wanted to relax but told him that he could do whatever he wanted. I was just glad that he had learned his lesson and called me instead of leaving me hanging again.
I missed his next call, but I got quite a surprise when I checked my messages... He had decided to go out and was just meeting up with his buddy (that's fine... ok) but his ex-girlfriend had called him and wanted to have "a talk" with him, and she was coming out too (maybe not ok.) He said that he told me the truth because he wanted to be honest with me (ok... that's good, he must respect me) but now today is Sunday and I haven't heard from him at all (maybe not so good after all.)
So I'm thinking that either:
A) they talked and decided to get back together
B) that they were never broken up in the first place and that's why he sold me out, or
C) she's pregnant.
Any one of these equals STRIKE 2 BIG GUY!!
More info to follow (when I finally get a friggin' phone call!)
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Friday, September 1, 2006
Pimpin Aint Easy ... Or is it?
For some reason that is beyond me I have been very popular with the male part of the species lately... Actually it's not beyond me, I don't blame them. I'm damn sexy... Anyways here are the juicy details:
I was out with my friend the other night and met two of her boyfriend's friends One is not my usual type, he's brown and lives downtown. The other is TOTALLY my type: tall, big lips, a few tattoos ... YUM. Both of them asked her for my number and started texting me. I sorta blew off one but still text the other once in a while...You know, telling him about how I got new 400 thread count sheets.
Well as it turns out I think that the one I like is turning into a bit of a player. He was in a serious relationship for a looong time and I think he's rebeling now. Too much of a bad boy for me ... Big sis doesn't approve.
A little bit after that my other friend hooked me up with this guy on a double date. He was in town on vacation from working the oil rigs in Alberta. Yes, that means big moola! He was actually cute and we ended up making out a couple times, but of course he had to go back to the praries. He thinks that if he lived here that I would date him, but I dunno... I think he's a smooth talker. He's been texting me too though, telling me how he misses me and sending X's and O's.
If only I could find a guy that lives here, isn't a player, and will actually phone me and ask me out instead of just texting me. Come on guys, I'm not THAT intimidating!
I was out with my friend the other night and met two of her boyfriend's friends One is not my usual type, he's brown and lives downtown. The other is TOTALLY my type: tall, big lips, a few tattoos ... YUM. Both of them asked her for my number and started texting me. I sorta blew off one but still text the other once in a while...You know, telling him about how I got new 400 thread count sheets.
Well as it turns out I think that the one I like is turning into a bit of a player. He was in a serious relationship for a looong time and I think he's rebeling now. Too much of a bad boy for me ... Big sis doesn't approve.
A little bit after that my other friend hooked me up with this guy on a double date. He was in town on vacation from working the oil rigs in Alberta. Yes, that means big moola! He was actually cute and we ended up making out a couple times, but of course he had to go back to the praries. He thinks that if he lived here that I would date him, but I dunno... I think he's a smooth talker. He's been texting me too though, telling me how he misses me and sending X's and O's.
If only I could find a guy that lives here, isn't a player, and will actually phone me and ask me out instead of just texting me. Come on guys, I'm not THAT intimidating!
Office Hottie
I entered this contest on the radio. You had to send in three hot pics of yourself at your office. If you were in the top ten then you got to compete in a fashion show to be Vancouver's "Office Hottie 2006."
Well I entered, and I was top ten and I got to be in a fashion show out on the street in downtown Vancouver! That's right, me up there on stage on Burrard and Robson struttin my stuff in a black corset, a mini skirt, fishnets and stilettos. It was hot. I didn't win... that honour went to a nasty girl with 3-inch long brown roots in her bleach blonde hair. She was a total butter-face, she looked pretty good until you looked up.
I did take home some free loot though. Along with the typical pen and magnet I got a shower radio and even a robe! (Note the theme ... robe=shower=naked.)
My sister and a bunch of people from my work all came out to watch ... One girl even made me a sign that said: "Hot Danielle Have My BABY!" Hell ya she did.
That night all the girls from work went out on the town. Two words: Gong and Show. We went to Republic, across to Caprice, back to Republic, then got kicked out of there because one of the girls puked(somehow managing to get it on my foot and my friend's foot at the same time,) then back in, then home. It was quite the night.
PS. After we put barfing girl in the cab the driver had to pull over 5 time to let her throw up ... I know niiiice.
Well I entered, and I was top ten and I got to be in a fashion show out on the street in downtown Vancouver! That's right, me up there on stage on Burrard and Robson struttin my stuff in a black corset, a mini skirt, fishnets and stilettos. It was hot. I didn't win... that honour went to a nasty girl with 3-inch long brown roots in her bleach blonde hair. She was a total butter-face, she looked pretty good until you looked up.
I did take home some free loot though. Along with the typical pen and magnet I got a shower radio and even a robe! (Note the theme ... robe=shower=naked.)
My sister and a bunch of people from my work all came out to watch ... One girl even made me a sign that said: "Hot Danielle Have My BABY!" Hell ya she did.
That night all the girls from work went out on the town. Two words: Gong and Show. We went to Republic, across to Caprice, back to Republic, then got kicked out of there because one of the girls puked(somehow managing to get it on my foot and my friend's foot at the same time,) then back in, then home. It was quite the night.
PS. After we put barfing girl in the cab the driver had to pull over 5 time to let her throw up ... I know niiiice.
Sunday, August 6, 2006
nothing like getting set up by your dad!
I was sitting at work on Friday when my dad called telling me that him and my mom are going on a yacht to watch the fireworks that weekend, and a guy at his worked had his date cancel on him, so did I want to go in her plaece? Well, why not?
I went on the boat cruise. The food was great, the drinks were free, the guy is ok. I think he was trying to ask me out again but I changed the subject.
The highlight of the trip was probably the skytrain ride home. Unlike last Saturday no one puked in front of me, so that made it 100% better right away. My dad was being the "weird drunk guy" on the skytrain, and chatting up ramdoms. He got into a pretty good convo with some kid that had a skinboard.
Also on the Skytrain was these two fat Japanese guys on a bench. One started saying to his friend that he didn't know who the president of Canada is. He said that he asked his mom and she didn't know either. So he asks his friend, "Who is the president of Canada?" and his friend is like "Stephen Harper," and I'm thinking "Buddy, it's not a PRESIDENT, It's a PRIME MINISTER!" I don't know why he didn't know that, he wasn't even fresh off the boat.
Then this guy started talking about Hitler, who he classified as "that little skinhead guy," and starts doing that Nazi thing where you stick your arm out... And he kept on doing it for a long time. After that he started talking about how Germany and Japan are such good friends and were in the war together until they got bombed. Ka-POW!!!
I went on the boat cruise. The food was great, the drinks were free, the guy is ok. I think he was trying to ask me out again but I changed the subject.
The highlight of the trip was probably the skytrain ride home. Unlike last Saturday no one puked in front of me, so that made it 100% better right away. My dad was being the "weird drunk guy" on the skytrain, and chatting up ramdoms. He got into a pretty good convo with some kid that had a skinboard.
Also on the Skytrain was these two fat Japanese guys on a bench. One started saying to his friend that he didn't know who the president of Canada is. He said that he asked his mom and she didn't know either. So he asks his friend, "Who is the president of Canada?" and his friend is like "Stephen Harper," and I'm thinking "Buddy, it's not a PRESIDENT, It's a PRIME MINISTER!" I don't know why he didn't know that, he wasn't even fresh off the boat.
Then this guy started talking about Hitler, who he classified as "that little skinhead guy," and starts doing that Nazi thing where you stick your arm out... And he kept on doing it for a long time. After that he started talking about how Germany and Japan are such good friends and were in the war together until they got bombed. Ka-POW!!!
couldn't have put it better myself
Life Is Precious - So Is My Bodily Discharge
(Taken from T-Shirt Hell Newsletter, Early August... Used without permission, sorry)
Banning the use of stem cells in medical research is a big step in the right direction, but it doesn't go nearly far enough. If you truly wish to protect life in all of its forms you are going to have to get just a little crazier and laugh in the face of scientific fact just a little more. I have just a few suggestions on how we can accomplish this.
The first thing we need to do is ban the wasting of sperm in any way, shape or form. Here is a brief list of things that will no longer be permitted under this rule. No contraceptive use, no masturbating, no pulling out, no swallowing and no anal sex. All of these things waste precious life-giving materials and will not be tolerated. If you must do any of these, you must place your "leavings" in a government issued petri dish and mail it to the Department of Agriculture (don't ask).
Furthermore, no more sex with animals. If it created life in the form of a half dog/half human or half llama/half human it would be acceptable, but until scientists create animals that can be impregnated by humans no animal sex will be allowed.
And while we cannot stop individuals from having wet dreams, we can harvest the material they discharge over night. So all males who have gone through puberty will be required, by law, to wear a sperm collection bin on their genitals while they sleep.
Those are the obvious steps we must take, but there's so much more. Like it or not, the world is full of rapists, pedophiles and other sexual deviants. We cannot stop them from performing illegal sex acts, but we can do the next best thing. We can make sure women of all ages are capable of being impregnated. From the ages of 0-100, all females must be able to conceive. If this means a 9-month-old baby gives birth, so be it. No one ever said protecting life at all costs would make sense.
And it goes without saying that abortion will not be allowed under any circumstances. If a 12-year-old is raped by her uncle and will produce a four-fingered baby with a tail, she must keep it. Protecting life means keeping things alive, not keeping them healthy. If, through some unforeseeable circumstances, you MUST get an abortion, the substances taken from your womb will be used in the creation of a patched together baby. A Franken-baby, if you will.
And in that same vein, women's ovaries will be genetically engineered and the ovulation cycle will be altered to run all day, every day. If women have sex while they aren't ovulating, the sperm they have received will go to waste, and the sexual activity will have been performed for absolutely no reason. This cannot be allowed.
These are all important things we must do in order to preserve humanity. The nearly seven billion people on Earth may make it seem like we don't need to work so hard to protect life, but that's not the case. Because there is one threat to life that is more dangerous than anything else I've mentioned. Death. Death is a merciless killer and will stop at nothing to wipe out the human race. Overpopulating the planet is a great way to fight death, but it's not enough. We've got to stop letting people die. If that means hooking up the elderly to a dozen machines just so their heart keeps beating, then that's a sacrifice we must make. Even if the only thing a person can do is occupy space, we can't let them go.
So in this Utopia I've planned for us, the world will be covered with flipper babies and half human/half robot senior citizens. Like I said, keeping someone alive is more important than keeping them happy. After all, God gave us the precious gift of life, and we must not allow him to take it back.
(Taken from T-Shirt Hell Newsletter, Early August... Used without permission, sorry)
Banning the use of stem cells in medical research is a big step in the right direction, but it doesn't go nearly far enough. If you truly wish to protect life in all of its forms you are going to have to get just a little crazier and laugh in the face of scientific fact just a little more. I have just a few suggestions on how we can accomplish this.
The first thing we need to do is ban the wasting of sperm in any way, shape or form. Here is a brief list of things that will no longer be permitted under this rule. No contraceptive use, no masturbating, no pulling out, no swallowing and no anal sex. All of these things waste precious life-giving materials and will not be tolerated. If you must do any of these, you must place your "leavings" in a government issued petri dish and mail it to the Department of Agriculture (don't ask).
Furthermore, no more sex with animals. If it created life in the form of a half dog/half human or half llama/half human it would be acceptable, but until scientists create animals that can be impregnated by humans no animal sex will be allowed.
And while we cannot stop individuals from having wet dreams, we can harvest the material they discharge over night. So all males who have gone through puberty will be required, by law, to wear a sperm collection bin on their genitals while they sleep.
Those are the obvious steps we must take, but there's so much more. Like it or not, the world is full of rapists, pedophiles and other sexual deviants. We cannot stop them from performing illegal sex acts, but we can do the next best thing. We can make sure women of all ages are capable of being impregnated. From the ages of 0-100, all females must be able to conceive. If this means a 9-month-old baby gives birth, so be it. No one ever said protecting life at all costs would make sense.
And it goes without saying that abortion will not be allowed under any circumstances. If a 12-year-old is raped by her uncle and will produce a four-fingered baby with a tail, she must keep it. Protecting life means keeping things alive, not keeping them healthy. If, through some unforeseeable circumstances, you MUST get an abortion, the substances taken from your womb will be used in the creation of a patched together baby. A Franken-baby, if you will.
And in that same vein, women's ovaries will be genetically engineered and the ovulation cycle will be altered to run all day, every day. If women have sex while they aren't ovulating, the sperm they have received will go to waste, and the sexual activity will have been performed for absolutely no reason. This cannot be allowed.
These are all important things we must do in order to preserve humanity. The nearly seven billion people on Earth may make it seem like we don't need to work so hard to protect life, but that's not the case. Because there is one threat to life that is more dangerous than anything else I've mentioned. Death. Death is a merciless killer and will stop at nothing to wipe out the human race. Overpopulating the planet is a great way to fight death, but it's not enough. We've got to stop letting people die. If that means hooking up the elderly to a dozen machines just so their heart keeps beating, then that's a sacrifice we must make. Even if the only thing a person can do is occupy space, we can't let them go.
So in this Utopia I've planned for us, the world will be covered with flipper babies and half human/half robot senior citizens. Like I said, keeping someone alive is more important than keeping them happy. After all, God gave us the precious gift of life, and we must not allow him to take it back.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Les Works des Fire
I went to downtown to watch the fireworks formerly know as the Symphony of Fire yesterday. I don't remember their new name but they were damn good.
As everyone knows, if you want to properly enjoy the light show you first need to comsume a few beverages of the alcoholic nature... And smoke some pot. So, that is what I did. It didn't turn out to be such a good idea when I started to black out during the show, flailed my arms around like a blind person and almost sat down on someone. I've decided that mixing booze and weed and being in a huge crowd is not such a good idea.
I wasn't the most embarassed person of the night however; I was upstaged by the girl that spewed some nasty oatmeal-looking stuff on the Skytrain. Most of it made it into a barf bag that some dude had handy; but alas, some ended up on the floor. It was pretty sick and we changed trains ASAP.
My friend had brought out this guy to hook me up with. He was kinda cute, but in more of a little kid way than a "I wanna pin you down to my bed" way. He was a total gentleman though, leading me through the crowd and making sure I was all right.
Next weekend I'm supposed to be going to "Tulameen" (again, spelling?) It's supposed to be a big gong show. I'm just hoping there are some cute boys there. Everything is more fun with some eye candy around.
As everyone knows, if you want to properly enjoy the light show you first need to comsume a few beverages of the alcoholic nature... And smoke some pot. So, that is what I did. It didn't turn out to be such a good idea when I started to black out during the show, flailed my arms around like a blind person and almost sat down on someone. I've decided that mixing booze and weed and being in a huge crowd is not such a good idea.
I wasn't the most embarassed person of the night however; I was upstaged by the girl that spewed some nasty oatmeal-looking stuff on the Skytrain. Most of it made it into a barf bag that some dude had handy; but alas, some ended up on the floor. It was pretty sick and we changed trains ASAP.
My friend had brought out this guy to hook me up with. He was kinda cute, but in more of a little kid way than a "I wanna pin you down to my bed" way. He was a total gentleman though, leading me through the crowd and making sure I was all right.
Next weekend I'm supposed to be going to "Tulameen" (again, spelling?) It's supposed to be a big gong show. I'm just hoping there are some cute boys there. Everything is more fun with some eye candy around.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Who's Got Game?
NOT ME!!
Seriously...I should not have a problem getting a man... A friend recently told me: "You're hot and you have a good personality, I don't understand why you don't have a boyfriend?!" Well I don't get it either! She was not just being nice to me because I'm fat, boring, and she feels sorry for me, she's right!
My other friend has two guys she wants to hook me up with. One is a brown guy who's short. The other is supposed to be hot and really funny and she said that I would like him. But, according to her he's creepy. I asked her, "Why would you say that I would like him if he's creepy?" She replied: "Because you will like him, he's good looking, but he's creepy." Ok then.
This is what Teddy has to say about the situation (from MSN:)
vickers - says:
hows your boy situation
Danielle says:
non existant teddy!!
Danielle says:
i have no game anymore
vickers - says:
DANI YOU HAVE GAMEEEE
vickers - says:
you just need to get your groove back
vickers - says:
maybe bump a younger guy
vickers - says:
a good looking one
vickers - says:
get yourself going again lol
vickers - says:
like myself
vickers - says:
i have to jump in the shower though i work at the restaraunt tonight and then i leave tomorrow morning
vickers - says:
MISS YOU LOVE, take care, dont worry about the game everything is cyclical.. you have ups and downs you just have to enjoy the ride
Awww I love Teddy. I just noticed that he suggested I do him, but still aww. I will consider your advice Teddy ol' buddy ol' pal.
Seriously...I should not have a problem getting a man... A friend recently told me: "You're hot and you have a good personality, I don't understand why you don't have a boyfriend?!" Well I don't get it either! She was not just being nice to me because I'm fat, boring, and she feels sorry for me, she's right!
My other friend has two guys she wants to hook me up with. One is a brown guy who's short. The other is supposed to be hot and really funny and she said that I would like him. But, according to her he's creepy. I asked her, "Why would you say that I would like him if he's creepy?" She replied: "Because you will like him, he's good looking, but he's creepy." Ok then.
This is what Teddy has to say about the situation (from MSN:)
vickers - says:
hows your boy situation
Danielle says:
non existant teddy!!
Danielle says:
i have no game anymore
vickers - says:
DANI YOU HAVE GAMEEEE
vickers - says:
you just need to get your groove back
vickers - says:
maybe bump a younger guy
vickers - says:
a good looking one
vickers - says:
get yourself going again lol
vickers - says:
like myself
vickers - says:
i have to jump in the shower though i work at the restaraunt tonight and then i leave tomorrow morning
vickers - says:
MISS YOU LOVE, take care, dont worry about the game everything is cyclical.. you have ups and downs you just have to enjoy the ride
Awww I love Teddy. I just noticed that he suggested I do him, but still aww. I will consider your advice Teddy ol' buddy ol' pal.
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