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__________________________________________________________________________________________________ July 02, 2008 ![]() Ok, here's the thing. The situation as it were and you tell me. Thursday: So the guy is feeling happy because his weekend is filled with many wonderful things like a rib eye steak dinner on saturday with his cousin and watching the urkrainian orchestrata on sunday. Friday: Meets a nice girl in the miniature dinosaur store. They chat a little, find out they share many of the same interests and exchange numbers Saturday: Has dinner with cousin. medium rare. Sunday: Finds out that the pilot, co pilot and half the urkrainiun orchestra had fish on their overseas flight which led to food poisoning. Fortunately, elaine, the airline attendant skipped her meal so she safely lands the plane. However, the concert for sunday has been cancelled. So, is it ok to call the girl that afternoon to see if she's available that night or is that rude. Posted by yumyumcha at 05:28 PM June 29, 2008 ![]() Normally, I look forward to playing softball but I was rather anxious and nervous that night about something completely different. I had dropped off my friend at the commerce casino the previous evening where she was suppose to provide some "company" for a couple of hours. She normally does not do "outcalls" but this was an old customer and she'll get some good cheddar out of this. Me, I'm just the transporter. A really cheap transporter because I don't get paid for this. 24 hours and a few minutes later, the 2nd inning of my softball game, I see her caller id appear and I'm hoping its not some strange voice asking for ransom because a. I don't have money and b. this is a close game. Fortunately, it was she. The battery ran out of her phone and she was out all day with her friends. Thank goodness. I was more relieved than anything. I'll yell at her later. Meanwhile, we won the game. Posted by yumyumcha at 06:10 PM June 17, 2008 ![]() Living in los angeles, you'd just assume that most people, and your friends more so, are fairly liberal or at least open minded. So it bummed me out when I hear someone in my circle ask if a man was gay or had issues because he teared up when he was yelled at. I'm like "what, are you fucking kidding me...crying doesn't mean anything". He was not kidding unfortunately. But hell, california is allowing gay marriages starting today. Which means that george takei is finally able to get married to his partner. I don't personally know mr. sulu although I did hear his voice over the phone a couple of times when he use to call my boss (they were friends). The official wedding will be in September. But this is neat too... . Takei and brad altman have been together for 21 years. Thats saying something considering how horny and what assholes men can be. Two decades of dedication between anyone is pretty remarkable in this day and age. I hope sandwich and I last that long. . Walter Koenig is the best man. Chekov was the navigator on the enterprise while sulu was the helmsman. You mean to tell me that his best buddy on the starship is also his best buddy in real life? Whats the chances of that happening? I remember when the worm came out of chekov's ear in "Star Trek: Wrath of Khan". "KHAAAAN!!!! KHAAAAN!!!!" . Uhura is the matron of honor. Whoa! She was the communications officer and she's participating in the ceremony too? How many people that you knew, much less worked with over 20 years ago do you even still keep in contact with. If everyone saw uhura in a mini skirt growing up, I think racism would have been eliminated. Sexism would still exist but not racism. . Apparently spock will be a guest at the wedding as well. I think I must sneak into this party and see who else will be here. I'm hoping yeoman rand, shahna from "the gamesters of triskelion" and abraham lincoln from "the savage curtain" show up...otherwise I might look silly in my officer's uniform. I wonder if my friend emily will be there, I know she's a fan. And one day my other friend will figure it out too.
Posted by yumyumcha at 05:33 PM June 16, 2008
Movie review - scary, green and tough
![]() The Happening: What I learned: You always say "don't say anything" even if you feel stupid when your friend goes "I know" but if you don't, they will. And always take your allergy medicine. The Hulk: What I learned: Liv tyler gives unbelievably great sex that ex boyfriends will shy away and that its not a dilemma for the the u.s. military to shoot in a campus filled with students and teachers. In Bruge Posted by yumyumcha at 05:52 PM June 11, 2008 ![]() Somewhere between the cheap street walker who's looking at some quick cash for their drug habit and the expensive escorts who count foreign dignitaries and congressman as their clients, are a class of normal looking girls who are just doing the job to make a living. They're not necessarily horny or grew up in a brothel and thats the only life they knew. But for whatever reason, they sometimes fall into the occupation and the money is decent, the risks tolerable and hell, we all jaywalk from time to time. A friend of mine use to work at an escort agency and after 6 months off, wanted to become an "self employed model". She wanted some help and since I reached level 62 as a draenai paladin in world of warcraft, I said "sure why not". 1. We needed a location where she could start work right away, the customers could enter and leave with a certain amount of anonymity and parking was easy - in los angeles, no one wants to hassle an additional 20 minutes looking for damn parking. Nice hotels are obvioius but they're kinda expense in the long run and ideally you don't want to stay longer than 3 or 4 days to start garnering unwanted attention. We found a furnished suite that she could rent month by month. We were the mr. and mrs for the time being which really meant just carrying all her damn luggage. Note to girls: Please do not buy melons and bananas the night before you are moving. They're really not necessary. 2. Of course you just can't say, "hey, is it cool if they splooge over your face?" especially if its not cool. But I needed to know so I could forward the correct information, consequently, we went back and forth with terminology to determine what she did and didn't do. GFE (Girlfriend Experience). What the hell is that. Some dudes just want their s.o. to dress up like a nun or maybe yell out their names during sex. Everyone is different but there are some standards now that include BBBJ (bareback blow job. No condom) and LFK (light french kissing). So she was down with that. DATY (Dine at the Y). Thats a yes for receiving oral sex. Why the hell not (other than obvious health reasons), Less work for her with the exception of a few moans and quivers. Some dudes like it, some dudes don't - after all, who's paying whom. MSOG (multiple shots on goal). More than once within the allotted time. Some girls say yes but it can get annoying. 10 minutes left and he wants to go at it again - c'mon man, dudes sex prowess ain't that awesome. CIM. Mouth and body is fine. But none on the face please Greek (Party in the butt). No. That department is only for export, not import. 3. She also needed some new images and its not like she needed a professional photographer. Girls aren't going to lose any business just because ansel adams didn't take their pic in front of yosemite half dome or that annie libovitz didn't make them look like a rock star. Potential customers just wanna see that you don't got extra arms and are fairly close to the body shape you claim to be. And of course that she isn't their sister. So she starts picking different articles of lingerie for her to wear while I snapped away with my digital camera. My new canon has a saturated color setting but I dont' think her clients are going to include wong kar wai or christopher doyle. A day later, she started getting phone calls from customers so she was pretty happy. Me, I'm hoping I'm getting a lot of experience points for this and get to level 63 pretty soon. June 09, 2008 ![]() So the voice on the other line said she was finally going "independent" and that she wanted to start work on her own, soon. Of course I can help but I'm hoping and assuming that she left her former employer in good terms because I don't really want to get into a shoot out with anyone particularly as I'm still friends with her ex-boss and besides, I don't own a gun. So I invited her over to my place to discuss her new endeavor. Everyone has a different degree of cleanliness and I have been long overdue but when a girl comes over to visit, you want the place to be so fresh and so clean clean. Our tryst actually had nothing to do with my bed rooom which means I had to clean the kitchen, straighten out the living room and sanitize the restroom. Girls who are escorts are normal people too and I didn't want her to think I was a slob. Cleaning has always been difficult for me because a. I don't like it and b. I get distracted easily - what a weird looking dried out bug, maybe i should google it and find out what it is. But for the next couple of hours, I did my chores and thought about domestic engineering. . Dust bunnies? What a wack name for a gross ball of dust, hair and whatever other unsanitary things that get caught inside. I think my cat intentionally drops a small poop underneath a cloud of crap so when I get lazy and pick it up rather than get the broom, I get freaked out. She thinks its funny. I don't. . Do they make a vacuum attachment that picks up coins and distributes them neatly by size? If not they should. I have coins laid out all over the place and my vacuum makes a terrible choking sound and spits them back out. . Orange orange seems to be the popular color of cleaning products although it use to be lemon yellow. Perhaps in another 5 years, johnson and johnson will go down the citrus family and use grapefruit. Personally, I'm waiting for the tangelo. . Apparently, cleaning can gather up some lost treasures - the small hair piece to the ron rege vinyl figure that was given out free 6 years ago and a few gift cards I forgot I had. Yay! Its always interesting to see what people notice or drawn to when they come into the apartment. Is it the artwork I have done by my friends, sandwich the cat, the toys I have on the display table or the xbox on the floor. Champange, not her "real" name, saw all the spices I had on the kitchen counter and we talked about cooking and food. She may be a self employed model but unlike the movies, she didn't tell me how hot it was and started taking off her clothes or get seduced by my hard on as I walked out of the shower with just a towel around my waist. We just talked. In a clean apartment. Posted by yumyumcha at 11:26 AM June 03, 2008 ![]() If she gave me her number, I would never have to visit that god damn restaurant again and if she didn't give me her number, I would never have to visit that god damn restaurant again. So one way or another, I'm not visiting that restaurant again. Not having crushed on anyone for quite some time, having seen kate waitressing at the taiwanese bar and grill 6 months ago made xtina aguilera in my head say "ring the alarm...throwing elbows, ring the alarm". Kate had these great smokey eyes and always a well manicured bob cut. I didn't even know if she had a boyfriend or not. Someone that cute probably did but until I knew otherwise, I was crushing. Operation: bury my heart at wounded knee commenced this evening. Because 6 months is long enough to build up some nerve but more importantly, I was running out of friends to take to this place. Kate and I never had longer than a 5 minute conversation as the restaurant is always packed like the mosh pit at a ramones concert and the girls are running back and forth while the owner stands over making sure everyone has their cheese. However, despite the hectic and random commotion, there seem to be enough moments that gave me confidence to finally ask for her number - she had previously had given me her work schedule and she made a point to return my tupperware from the chocolate chip cookies I made her. So everything was going as planned. My friend and I are having a good time chowing on the a few choice dishes, I had given her a tee I made 4 years ago to soften her up and I was feeling strong. After dinner, I waved her over and ask for 2 things, the check and her phone number. The moment of truth. She can either say yes or no. Yes or no. One or the other. 9:30 pm. Tick tick tick tick tick. She looked at me and with sincerity said, "Sorry, I don't give out my phone number but I'll give you my email address" Her email address? Errr, ok. So apparently she's smarter than me because she said neither yes or no. And when your parent gives you advice like "the worst they can say is no", you can reply, not really, not according to bill. But at least I never have to visit that god damn restaurant again. Posted by yumyumcha at 05:43 PM |