Just a quickie

This is just a quickie because I'm starvin' like Marvin and I need to meet Big Poppa at his house in a little because we're going to the movies. We used to have father-daughter dates all the time when I was younger but as we've gotten older, our schedules have gotten in the way. We try to make it happen at least once a month though. 

Anyway, serious stuff...

My email has been playing tricks on me by sending most of my recent comment notifications into my spam folder. Not cool AOL! (Don't pass judgement on my ancient email account) I never check my spam folder because it's spam, duh. Anywho, I happened to come across a comment in the section on my dashboard and I nearly creamed myself with joy. Yeah, I said it. I had a bunch of them that I had missed. I was reading thru them and out rightly laughed several times, you guys are funny. Shane Pilgrim told me that I wasn't a raging cunt. That has to be one of the nicest things that anyone has ever said about me. Can we all be friends in real life? It'll be like The Breakfast Club. I call dibs on Ally Sheedy's character, minus the dandruff thankyouverymuch. AND we can even have a sweet dance number like this one...

Shane, to answer your question, my mom is Persian. She doesn't speak Farsi at all but if I started learning, I think it would motivate her enough to start and it would be so legit if I busted out some Farsi at the bar one night. I don't really have friends that speak Farsi so I wouldn't have anyone to practice with. I think it's hard to get authentic Persian food anywhere in the states. I haven't had food cooked by actual Persians so I wouldn't know what to compare it to. There are some pretty decent restaurants around here. And now I'm craving Persian food, nom nom nom. I'm so hungry right now. 

Something super amazing happened to me the other day and I still smile every time I think about it. I was at Tommy Joe's (my favorite bar ever) the other night with the guys and I ran into Patrick. I've never blogged about him because I have no idea why I never blogged about him; he's way too hot to be left out. Anyway, he used to work in the women's shoe department at Nordstrom's and I used to see him every time I went in (I have a shoe problem so it was pretty often). He was always so nicely dressed too, so given everything I thought about him at first glance, I assumed that he was gay. We've established that he's definitely not gay. Even better, he's not gay and he has a crush on yours freaking truly. When I ran into him at Tommy Joe's the other night, he was very flirtatious and I totally ate that shit up because he's so good-looking. He pulled me aside and flat out told me that he has had a crush on me since the first time he saw me. I really don't remember the first time I saw him but I know my first thought was "He's hot as shit, too bad he's gay." Silly girl, always so quick to judge. He said that he would love it if he could take me out sometime and get to know me. I very nearly creamed my shorts. I gave him my number and before he left the bar, he cut through the circle of guys I was talking to, gave me a kiss on the cheek and said that he would call me the next day. He actually called but I was already asleep because my body's been struggling to stay awake passed 830 (such a loser). We're going to the zoo tomorrow. I have a date. I don't know how long it's been since I've had a proper date. I don't know what to do, how to act, what to wear. I'm nervous and that's not really like me. What if he's crazy and totally ruins my fantasy of him being a stud machine?! I hate it when that happens. So I will continue this post about my date tonight when I get home from the movies/bar(s). Or tomorrow, while on the date. 

Can I blog on the date? That might be awkward. Hey dude, don't mind me; I'm just over here blogging about you. No, you can't read it. 

 I will, under no circumstances, tell him about the blog. When If he goes all "fatal attraction" on me, I will be talking serious amounts of shit about him. To eliminate him knowing too much about me, he will not be allowed to read the blog...even if we get married and have beautiful children. Note to self: do not mention that you want to have his beautiful children.  

This is me freaking out, just a little...