… a perfect melding of the two most tasty meats known to man.
This morning Jeff asked me which I would rather have with our breakfast, sausage or bacon. I couldn’t really decide which was the more deliciouser (yes, more deliciouser), so I started incoherently babbling about mermaids being half-human half-fish and oh how I wished there was a similar hybrid breakfast meat product. Mmmm, sausacon. Or bacosauge? Point is, I need to get my cholesterol checked.
Oh sweet sassy molassy, the sexy abounds. Jake Gyllenhaal and Mark Ruffalo?! Score!
Eye-candy aside, I enjoyed the movie. It was pretty good, but I was confused at the part where my Jakey was in that creepy guy’s basement. What the hell was going on there? That guy was just a red herring? And who was upstairs? In the wise words of my little brother, “What the?!” Also, does Chloe Sevigny act like a dead fish/robot in all her movies?
For Valentine’s Day, Jeff and I (well, just I, really) decided to go to a spa to pamper ourselves and see what it’s like to live like the bourgeois. At first I had visions of an all day spa-fest, but then the ka-ching ka-ching brought me back to reality, so we settled on a one hour stay. I got a facial and Jeff opted for a massage. In the days before our appointment, besides constantly joking that he should tip the girl $20 and whisper in her ear, “For a happy ending… *wink wink*”, I also managed to convince Jeff that he’d have to fully strip for his massage, which prompted much anxiety that he’d either get excited or get all shrivelly divelly, both of which would lead to much embarrassment. I am the best fiance ever.
Apologies for the mess, but I’m migrating my site to a new webhost. Also, I’m changing the blog over to Wordpress and I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve gotta import my Movable Type entries, then figure out how to customize the layout. So confuss!
Oh yeah, Happy New Year.
Anyhoo…
I was watching a program on MuchMoreMusic the other day, Top 50 Guilty Pleasures, and I was shocked to find myself drooling over Gerardo of Rico Suave fame — long hair, bandana, tight jeans, and all. Perhaps it’s the resemblance to Ozzy Lusth of Survivor Cook Islands, or maybe, just maybe, it’s the long hair, bandana, tight jeans, and all.
Gerardo’s not-so-luscious locks
And lucky you, I found the video on youtube:
LOL, I love how at the end of the video they have a close-up of the awesomest leather jacket to ever exist:
LATIN TIL I DIE
Speaking of Ozzy, I finally got around to downloading that Playboy reality tv porn he was in. Here’s a linky, for your interest, but very NSFW: omgblog’s screencaps and d/l link.
That is all. I think I’ll sign off with some sessy Ozzy pics:
Should I “X” his nipples to make this work safe?
Sessy sess
An open letter to Jake Gyllenhaal, Ozzy Lusth, Jude Law, Christian Bale, Milo Ventimiglia, and a plethora of other Hollywood Hotties:
I’m officially off the market, as my beau of 6.5 years has finally proposed to me. And by “officially off the market”, I mean our love trysts must now be even more hush hush, so say goodbye to the ultra luxe rooms at the Holiday Inn, and hello to our new love nest, the cardboard box situated beside the lard disposal bin behind the McDonald’s on Broadway.
On to pictures. Yes, my ring is all fancy-pants, and no, I’m not high-maintenance. My preferred style of dress is that of a hobo, so both my bf (ahem, now fiance) and I were surprised to find that I leaned towards engagement rings of the blingtastic type. Since I’m usually decked out in hoodie, jeans, and sneakers, my FI was happy to oblige my one girly desire, I guess in an attempt to “femme” me up.
Anyways, up first are the pics taken by the jeweller:
CAD design for the custom head
Sparklies all around & double claw prongs
The diamond is cushion-shaped
And a little collage demonstrating my sucky picture taking skills:
I’m finishing up my recent Joss Whedon kick, having watched the entire Buffy, Angel, and very shortly (we’re on the last episode), Firefly, series..es (grammer rools?), and I’ve decided Nathan Fillion is super sessy. Best sci-fi cowboy ever. Come back to Canada so we can make babies!
Placeholder for cheesy innuendo about holding his gun
Also, I’m becoming dorkier than even I thought possible, as I’m seriously considering getting into the Buffyverse comics. Geez, I thought I was geeky when I was reading all that Harry Potter fanfic, but alas, I always manage to surpass the limits of dorkiness. How is it that I even have a boyfriend, and even more surprisingly, one that’s neither fluent in Klingon nor had his first masturbatory experience fantasizing about Princess Leia?
Harry and the Potters returned to play at the downtown VPL this year, with Draco and the Malfoys in tow for a head-to-head wizard rock duel. Once again, I was the lone fogey amidst a sea of children and teenagers, hence the “How I’m Like Your Creepy Uncle” subtitle. No wait, I think there was a hobo who was older than me, but just. Plus he was dressed better. Have I mentioned that my Jeff wants to nominate me for “What Not to Wear” on account of his dissaproval of my Hobo Style of dress? Anyways, I digress. It was fun and I took a lot of pics and some vids. I’ll try and upload those to youtube or something, since that’s what all the hepcat kids are doing nowadays. OMG, I just said hepcat. I am old. Since blog entries are boring without any pics, here’s a couple for your viewing (dis)pleasure:
This is my “OMG, I just saw my grandpa naked” face.
Edit: To clear up any confusion, that would be terror, not excitement.
I don’t have a clever caption for this one,
but I will say I like my hair in this one.
Hmm, let’s try those videos. Some of them are really short, but that’s a good thing if you have ADHD:
Save Ginny Weasley From Dean Thomas
If you’re interested, here’s my entry from last year’s event.
Yesterday Jeff and I went to an Asian supermarket and I bought these cookies b/c they made me LOL.
Jeff is, admittedly, a Pizza Hut addict. One time, a delivery guy even told him this story about how the call centre was having problems and his branch was worried that “regulars like you” would wonder what the hell was going on. Yeah, he called Jeff a “regular”. That should have been an instant red flag that Jeff eats waaaaaaay too much pizza. Then a couple days ago, Jeff ordered pizza yet again and when he went to open our door, he was greeted with a chuckling Pizza Hut delivery guy, “Hahahaha, LOL, this is your 78th order with us!” When Jeff told me, my eyes bugged out and I didn’t believe him. Until he showed me the proof:
Once again, to reiterate: OMGWTF!
Now, I don’t know how the Pizza Hut database works, whether it’s linked to your phone number or your address. If it’s phone number linked, it’s not as bad b/c I’ve had this number for 3 years. But even then, Jeff & I have only lived together for the past 2 years and when I was living solo, I rarely ordered pizza, unless of course, Jeff was over. If it’s address linked… HOOBOY, 78 pizzas in 2 years?! Dear Lord.
I swear, delivery guys must be surprised when Jeff opens the door and they see a trim, fit looking fellow instead of the massively obese man he should be what with all the food he eats. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this previously, but he once ordered the “Team Platter” from Boston Pizza and ate it all himself. I looked it up, that’s 2500 calories in a single sitting! This is the part where I shake my head and rage with jealousy at the man’s metabolism.