No phone calls, please.

Deep voices make my knees weak and my panties wet.

What the fuck am I to do with you!?

The Zsa Zsa Zoo

It happened. A few days ago and I can't stop thinking about it.



Your eyes lock but don't divert. They stay locked because you can't stop staring. You want him but you don't know him. You can tell he wants you too but its more then the animalistic want that will happen later on. It's more. It's unexplainable. Every you could want to tell him is said through your stares. The movie reel is spinning... the world around you is a blur. It's on your mind...HE'S on your mind. But you don't know his name.

Is that love at first sight? Or want at first sight?

What about the second sight? What if the zsa zsa zoo is gone?





Or even worse. What if he just is one that makes good eye contact?


The blurring...the reel...the wrenching of hearts..was all superimposed on top of the real picture.

Sex on the Beach

No, not with that little one. I believe that to be illegal in 49 states (Ahem, Utah!)

Evan is the cute little hapa kid I nanny for.

However, when Jamie's got responsibilities...schedules...appointments...errands to run...what does she do?

Completely the opposite of course. None of them. Typical.

Started with a champion's breakfast of turkey hash loco moco, Kimuraya bread, and orange juice. Yes, I'm a piglet...I know. After watching some weird 80s quasi-porn, headed down to the infamous beach of Kahala where just a week before a wallet and two cell phones were stolen. Smart huh? But this time, folks, the scenario was different! Only my book and a couple of Fujis accompanied me to the beach. How you like dem apples, robbers?!

A nice day on a semi-secluded beach. Especially for the aforementioned blog title. However, I finished reading my book. "Beasts of No Nation"- my take? An easy read with under 200 pages with the elementary pidgin English of African militia. Though the wording may be elementary, the book gives deep perspective into the inner conflict of a young soldier's combat neurosis, fatigue, and experiences.

A good day overall. Minus the sudden rememberance of a newly tiled floor that needed cleaning when I returned home. So being the Cinderella that I am, I scrubbed the floor on my hands and knees. (*I always do housecleaning in heels.) At least my crocodile green heels got broken into!

Devirginized: My First Blog

Thanks to the kind sir, Mr. Brandon Kostelecky (see above), I am now an official blogger. Blogger, Myspace-er, student-er, her.

Like most virgins, I'm not quite sure what I am supposed to write/do? about in/on? this thing. Shall I discuss weekends? Boysss (extra plural) (who am I kidding?)? School? Work? All monotonous.

But perhaps I shall resign to the uneventfulness of an ordinary girl's weekend.

Friday: Work 8-7pm. At the hospital, we punctured an abcess of a FERAL cat until all the gooey goodness came out. Stitched it up and it's on it's way. Then DEJA VU with the boys. Of whom were all on their cell phones..rubbing into my face that I am no longer in the 2000s. I am stuck in the 90s with Zach Morris...but even he had a cell phone. Who knew going back in time sucks so hard? But the movie was interesting. Makes you think...my type of movie.

Saturday: Woke up to six Laotian men yelling throughout the house. One knocking on my door to use my bathroom. Then preceeded to force me to rise from my bed with an electric saw, stomping through the house and knocking three hammers at once. Missed the football game though saw how shitty (what a terrible adjective) UH played on tv. Then slept well. Quite well actually.

Sunday: Went to help Ricky Bear move his teeny bed. Over six feet tall and sleeps on a twin?! It seems humanly impossible, no? I'm five-nothing on a California King! I suppose he must have some kind of talent to do that every night...
Richard- get a bigger bed = get a girl!