Thursday, November 05, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Later that night he made out with a nasty girl from Quebec with big hair who was crazy drunk and all over both him and his brother. I couldn't really blame him. Most guys will kiss a girl that's throwing herself all over them.
That night I got LIQUORED. Starting at dinner with wine, then continuing with my good friend Vodka. I hit up the show and then the casino with the parentals. I was ripping shit up at the 3-card poker table. I think I won like 60 bucks. That's a lot for me! Usually I lose $20 while gambling and am like "Screw this!"
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Thinking that tickets go on sale this Saturday I decided to check out the Ticketmaster website to see how much they are.
I searched for the show, and it took me to the area to purchase tickets. To my surprise tickets were already on sale! I put in my info, got some tickets and went to purchase them, only to see that when I went to enter the info for my VISA they were only taking American Express. This was a surprise to me, as I've purchased countless other tickets before with it.
I called the Ticketmaster number and found out that tickets were only on sale at this point for American Express cardholders.
At this point I'm pissed. Fine, they have some sort of presale privileges, but they shouldn't let someone get 3/4 through buying tickets before discovering this. They should have a note that says this before you can order tickets, or you should have to enter a presale code like normal to even get to that point.
The ceremony was in Port Moody and I thought I was going to be late. I booked it there and it was ok because all my other girlfriends were late too. The ceremony was a little long, including the entire family going up to take puctures, but at least it was in English for the most part. We also got little appies in the lobby there and cute little pics that the bride and groom had taken in Hong Kong.
After that we headed to Milestones for some brunch. I heart Milestone's brunch. Breakfast burrito mmmm. Drinking in the afternoon mmmm mmmm. I had a bit of a buzz on. It was nice.
The reception was at Kirin seafood restaurant. And boy, was it an eye opener. Upon seeing the menu I was like "this is going to be INTERESTING." The husband of one of the ladies even went over to Quiznos since he didn't like seafood. There were things like abalone, shark fin soup, suckling pig, and endless other weird concoctions that I can't remember at this point.
The wedding favours were really cute. There were either a Chinese bride and groom cartoon keychain set, or a bride and groom as little piggies baby spoon set. A-DOR-A-BLE.
I got this pic from Google, but we had a lot of these courses. We had the top left to start, which included some yummy pork and some octopus or squid or something. We also had the one on the right of that which was really good... crab meat wrapped around a crab claw and deep fried. We had the noodles on the bottom left too which were good, and the shark fin soup, third from the right at the top.
The wedding was also different, because the bride changed outfits probably four times, and we played shower-type games at the wedding. In one all the single ladies had to hold out our hands to see if the groom could guess whose hand was his brides. He guessed wrong. In another game I won a prize... a set of little heart shaped sugar bowls.
The wedding stopped right after dinner though. No dancing, no nothing. That was kinda disappointing. I like to get my groove on at a wedding. So I went home and went to bed.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
We started the morning off with some McBreakfast. Mmmm. Bad idea though. No, not because of the impending diarrhea... because we found out that you eat at the temple before the ceremony... AND after the ceremony.
I wore a "white person" outfit to the ceremony at the temple, but brought my mom's shawl to cover my head. Good thing too, because if I hadn't I would have to wear this napkin thing and look like a pirate. Arrr.
Needless to say I didn't understand a word of the ceremony... really need to work on my Punjabi. All I can say is "hello," "water," and "go fuck your sister." The priest guy kept waving this thing that looked like a big feather duster and the couple got a lot of money.
After the ceremony (and eating again) we headed back to my friend's house to relax before the reception. They fell asleep immediately and I was awake so went on the computer for a bit and then into her roommates room to sleep. When I finally started to doze of they came in and wanted to talk. When I need to sleep I need to sleep... so they went to Cactus Club and I went to lalaland.
Some other friends came over to tie my sari and get my ready for the ceremony. I had borrowed a light pink sari from a girl my mom used to work for. Then I did pink makeup and a pink dot thingy (word?) on my forehead. I'm not afraid to say it... I looked DAMN GOOD.
The wedding was a lot of fun too. Pretty much it was a lot of eating and drinking (open bar... what what!) until the couple showed up at like 10:30. Then we ate the actual dinner and danced. I got into a dance-off with this middle aged Indian lady which was crazy fun.
The bride's 19-year-old cousin was hitting on me. Very cute... but 19. And brown. Not my thing! Not a racist... but I've been there before and it doesn't work. Only white boys for me!
Some guys wanted me to come out downtown with them. I was like "Ummm do you see what I'm wearing?" and they were like "So?" Yeah... not gonna wear a sari to Republic. We went home and crashed.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
I was ready in 20 minutes.
They picked me up, we headed downtown to the waterfront and boarded a 50-foot sailboat. It was WAY huger than I'd expected. It even had 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms.
We started off with an amazing feast. Well it was like cheese and crackers and dip but mmm mm good. Ok well actually we started with a few drinks but that should go without saying.
We drove around Stanley Park and under the Lions's Gate Bridge and all around Vancouver before we put the actual sails up. If anyone's never sailed before, as I hadn't, it's kinda scary. Fun scary, but still scary. The boat is tipped over at like probably a 35 degree angle. Stuff was falling off the shelves in the galley. (Don't worry, the alcohol was safe!) We would go to the opposite side which was up in the air just to balance it out a little.
When the wind died down a bit in the afternoon we moored and went to get some more food. At the dock we were at we were just lying around and tanning when a local celebrity walked by... Pamela Martin, of CTV news fame. We all kinda looked at each other like "Isn't that the news lady?" and then one of my friends chased her down for a picture. You could tell she liked the attention. It's not every day 50-something ladies have 20-something men hooting at them.
After a dinner of roasted chicken, salad and insanely expensive water (we convinced ourselves that the VOSS just tasted better) we headed back to town.
That was definitely better than the lazy Sunday I'd had planned. Thanks Christophe!
PS. I just added this last pic for some man-candy. You're welcome!
Everyone knows I love Britney. I've loved her since she first came out. Then she went crazy. I still loved her. I knew she would come back.
When she announced a concert in Vancouver I was there. At least, unlike in Grade 10, I wasn't wearing fake leather pants and a white wifebeater.
I pre-drank and had cucumber sandwiches (mmm) at my girlfriend Elise's downtown then headed to GM Place. (I had to meet my girlfriend Cerina there because she worked late.) We got there a bit late (hey, I was druuunk) and I headed upstairs to our seats to catch a bit of the Pussycat Dolls before Cerina arrived. I danced up a storm to Jai Ho before I went down to meet her.
This is where we lucked out. Someone (who I majorly owe and won't be named) managed to get us down onto the floor for the Britney section of the concert.
The concert was good... I mean nothing compares to Brit Brit circa 2002 or so, but she held her own...
Until her diva move that is. She had gone offstage for a costume change and didn't come back... for a half hour. Then a voice came up on the loudspeaker telling us that it was too smoky and a hazard to the dancers. Too smoky? Well first off have you seen the amount of shit coming out of your smoke machines? And secondly you're in VANCOUVER! These things are just a given! The first major concert I ever attended was Our Lady Peace in grade 8 and it was much, much worse.
Finally she came back on and half-assed the rest of the concert.
As she ran off the stage at the end she yelled: “Thanks Vancouver. You were wonderful. Drive safe. Don’t smoke weed! Rock out with your cocks out! Peace out motherfuckers!" At least she's good for a laugh.
The thing is though... I'm like a mama with her child. I can be mad at Britney, I can say that I don't like her very much right now, but I'll always love that little biotch.
Thursday, September 03, 2009
and grew legs and they started walking
and the apes climbed down from the trees
and grew tall and they started talking
and the stars fell out of the sky
and my tears rolled into the ocean
now I'm looking for a reason why
you even set my world into motion...
Monday, August 31, 2009
Let me tell you a little something about love. It's different every time. It's nothing more than a chemical reaction, an arrow over an equation, but the elements change. The most fragile kind of love is that between a man and woman. Chemistry, again: if you introduce a new element, you never know how stable the orginal bond is. You may wind up with a new union, with something left behind. I believe that you can fall in love many times with many different people. However I don't think that you can fall in love the same way twice. One type of relationship may be steady. Another may be fire and brimstone. Who is to say if one of these is better than the other? The deciding factor is how it all fits together. Your love, I mean, and your life.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Let's face it though... you come here for the Danielle gossip.
I promise I'll update soon... I haven't done a good post since sometime in May... I know because I haven't even posted about the cancer fundraiser yet... or the Britney concert.
So... stay tuned!
Friday, July 31, 2009
Best quote ever: "You know you love my cock... Come on give me water dessert."
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
I've highlighted a few of the... um... highlights.
1. To make the p-u-s-s-y cry (“P.U.S.S.Y. Cry”)
2. To give you a backrub, followed by a trip to the hot tub (“Birthday Sex”)
3. For people not to disrespect his shorty, since he likes her sex (“Disrespect My Shorty”)
4. To hit that big old [ass], even though his girl similarly has a big old [ass] (“Disrespect My Shorty”)
5. To have you scream “It hurts, it hurts!” then have you concede that his lovemaking quenches your thirst, your thirst (“Birthday Sex”)
6. To get him some of that birthday sex (“Birthday Sex”)
7. To turn this club into a bedroom (“Club 2 A Bedroom”)
8. For you not to trip; he owns the club, so you don’t gotta worry ’bout security (“Club 2 A Bedroom”)
9. To get some gratuity, and he don’t mean cash, girl (“Tip The Waiter”)
10. To make it rain like a ticker-tape parade (“Tip The Waiter”)
11. For you not to knock his dick and a half (“Every Girl”)
12. To touch booty like he’s playing it (“Every Girl”)
13. For all y’all to have his baby (“Every Girl”)
14. To have them bitches that are hating on you rubbing on you (“Every Girl”)
15. To eat the coochie of all the girls wearing Gucci (“Every Girl”)
16. For you to listen to his mix-tape, cause it’s Kells, bitches (“Every Girl”)
17. For haters to get fucked with a sandpaper dick (“Best I Ever Had”)
18. To make you say silly shit with his silly dick (“Turning Me On”)
19. To take your sexy ass home and show you how he licks it (“Turning Me On”)
20. To get up in a whole lot of ass (“Turning Me On”)
21. To protect you from a lack of sex (“Supa Dupa Man”)
22. To hit you with super-love so pleasing it’s better than any TV show, better even than HBO, so good he’ll get thumbs-up when he goes low (“Supa Dupa Man”)
23. For you to get on his lap and go-go, since the rearview mirror is saying no po-po (“Makin’ Me Wanna”)
24. To fuck every girl he sees, from the hood to the fucking industry, even the Statue of Liberty (“Every Girl”)
Monday, July 06, 2009
The Asian tax man informed us that we'd need to speak to the man who deals with the business taxes and that he wasn't there that day. He told us the name and said to call the next day.
I asked if we could get a card with his name on it, just as my mom was asking "So just call tomorrow and ask for Chowse?"
I looked at the business card. It said Charles.
Not her fault... that's how the guy pronounced it... I'm just glad I didn't say it. Way to be mama! HAHAHA
Friday, June 26, 2009
When I got to the check-out (I had gone to the upstairs one since it was on my way out) the cashier pointed out to me that there was no price tag so I told her that I knew and couldn't find a price. She was like "Ok, so I'll have to go downstairs to see."
So she rang in the other two pairs and told me the price. I asked her "Um, what about the third pair?" to which she replied "Oh well you'll have to go downstairs to that section and pay for that since I don't know the price."
I looked at her funny, like "yeah, I'm REALLY going to wait in line then pay for two pairs here then go downstairs to find someone then wait in line to pay for a third pair" so she said she'll try to call down to that section even though no one usually answers there. After calling she told me "See... I told you they never answer, you'll have to go down there."
I was trying to ask her if she could call down to the downstairs check-out (as opposed to underwear section) and she interrupted me and was like "I JUST did and I TOLD you they didn't reply!"
Then she said "When you were down there didn't you look around to see if you could find someone to tell you the price?" I said "No." (Well you JUST told me that no one is ever in that section... so who would I have found to ask you cow?)
She told me again that I'll have to go down there, find someone to ask the price and pay downstairs.
There is no way in hell I was gonna do that.
I said to her: "Well as someone shopping in a store I don't think it's my job to do that."
She walked off in a huff to go downstairs and check saying "Well the price should have been on there in the first place!" (NO SHIT... Thank your store for that, it's not my fault!)
She finally came back with a similar pair that had a tag on it and was cordial from then on.
Hope you're looking forward to a strongly worded letter Bay Bitch! Sure, maybe I'd be a bitch too if I was 45 and earning $10 an hour... but don't take it out on me!
There is NO way she would have treated an older adult like this... it's complete bullshit.
Then a couple minutes later he asks me: "So are you an intern or something?" To which I reply "Um no... I work here."
A few minutes later he asks another question: "So do you need to have like formal training to work here?"
I answer "Yes, I went to school for about 5 years."
Then when he's leaving he asks me how old I am so I tell him 25. He says kind of dejected "Oh."
Apparently he wouldn't have been mouthing me off if he didn't think I was around 19. I know I look young... but show some respect! I have sharp instruments in your mouth and I can cause some serious damage!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
For example: "Wow, that was soooo awesome. You are AMA-ZING! You're like the sex Terminator, you know, like a robot that came from the future to teach me what great sex is supposed to be like."
You know why: because even if he told people no one would believe him that I really said it. Think about it. I'm a friggin' genius.
If anyone has some suggestions I'm totally open to that too.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Pheromones are chemicals that are secreted in the sweat (and other bodily fluids) of humans and other mammals, even insects. Pheromones are odourless and barely perceptible. In fact, it is only through our vomeronasal organ (VNO) located in our nasal cavity that we're able to detect pheromones. Although pheromones can’t be seen, heard, smelled or touched, they sub-consciously affect our biological processes, which in turn, stimulate our sexual drives and reproductive behaviours. Scientists have long known that these pheromones have a powerful influence on mating habits.
If you've ever observed the way a male animal is irresistibly attracted to a female in heat(and we’ve all seen two dogs doing in on the side of the road!) you already understand the sexual power of pheromones. They influence how often we have sex, and with whom. This doesn’t mean we act like love-crazed tom-cats ready to pounce on any member of the opposite sex that happens to be nearby. The effects of pheromones on humans are more subtle than that, but still powerful.
Androstenone is a steroid found in both male and female sweat and urine and is predominantly known as a male pheromone because it creates a dominant and intimidating aura. It can produce alpha-male type aggressiveness which is often associated with sex and good mate choice, so this pheromone can create a sexual vibe and increase sexual tension. While normally it is reported to have an unpleasant, sweaty, urine-like or woody smell, when a woman is ovulating (therefore wanting healthy specimen to reproduce with) it takes on a pleasant or floral smell. At this time it also increases the luteinizing hormone (LH) in women, thereby causing a woman to have a heightened sexual responsiveness to a man.
Copulins are an exclusively female group of pheromones that attract men. They are secreted into the vagina at the optimum ratios during ovulation with the aim of encouraging men to desire to copulate. They have also been proven to bring about a testosterone surge (up to 150%) in men, causing a man to have a heightened sexual responsiveness to a woman.This increase in testosterone may cause feelings of arousal in men if a woman is present. It is said that once a man smells copulins on a woman she is deemed to be more attractive.
The difference between being “in love” and just loving someone has to do with chemistry. As I learned on Oprah, a good way to test if there’s chemistry between you and your man is to take a good whiff of him when he’s clean but cologne-free … if the smell turns you on then there’s good chemistry. If not… sorry! Welcome to splitsville... population, you.
Also… and this part is interesting… women are attracted more to men with a different MHC (major histcombatibility complex) than them. It’s part of the immune system that differentiates whether something in your body is your own (self) or from someone or something else (non-self.) This encourages survival of the species through different combinations of genes (and you know, encourages you NOT to get with your cousins.) However, women on the pill tended to choose a guy with a similar MHC because of the fact that they aren’t ovulating. This can cause higher levels of infidelity and fertility issues. So yeah... this is NOT GOOD. You can be off the pill and get pregnant by someone different than you, or be on the pill and not get pregnant and be attracted to someone a little too close to home. Ew.
I know what you’re thinking… How do I use pheromones to get me laid? Well, this is where synthesized pheromones can give you an advantage that Mother Nature never did. Even if you're one of the fortunate people who secretes abundant quantities of natural pheromones, the pheromones you do produce are usually washed away when you shower or bathe. Products such as Passion Parties “Pure Instinct" or endless others you can purchase on the internet contain pheromones, that when applied to the skin are supposed to bring out one’s natural sexual scent. Do they really work? That’s yet to be proven. But, it can’t hurt!
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Oh yeah, I should mention that I haven't seen or spoken to him in probably a year.
I write back: "Just in bed trying to sleep."
He's like: "Oh well we should hang out soon."
To which I reply: "Yeah ok but I really wanna get some sleep cus I'm working tomorrow."
So he says: "Ok. Text me in the morning. Send me a pic."
Ummm you can't just creep Facebook like a normal person?
Taken aback I write: "Why the hell would I send you a pic?"
Him: "Well I haven't seen you in a while."
Me: "We can hang out but you have to stop being a creeper."
Him: "Ok call me tomorrow! :) "
Oh yeah, one more thing. He gave my sister's friend chlamydia a few months ago. Just saying.
Friday, June 05, 2009
“Depends on the character. Let me tell you, The Reader was not glamorous for me in terms of body-hair maintenance. I had to grow it in, because you can’t have a landing strip in 1950, you know? And then because of years of waxing, as all of us girls know, it doesn’t come back quite the way it used to. They even made me a merkin because they were so concerned that I might not be able to grow enough. I said, 'Guys, I am going to have to draw the line at a pubic wig. But you can shoot my snatch up close and personal.'"
I like this girl.
Thursday, June 04, 2009
I would like to point out however, that my page with the hottest hockey players is doing a LOT of business. I have around 20 people a day (I would say girls but you know there are some hockey-player-loving gays out there) visiting my blog who have searched that on the internet. I would just like to say there was a need in the market and I filled that niche. You're welcome.
Things started out innocently enough. A few flirty texts back and forth and me being really shy when we met (yes, when I like a boy is pretty much the only time I get shy.)
On our first date things got a little hotter and heavier than I would have liked... but that's what a third of a bottle of Smirnoff will do to you.
From then I had to drive to see him, never him to see me, and it was only when his family was away. Apparently it wasn't acceptable to bring a girl over that doesn't go to church.
Then all he wanted to do was send dirty text messages 24-7. As someone who's never really been vocal in the bedroom this doesn't come easy to me. It just got annoying. Sure, I love to get a sweet text from a guy that says "Hey babe, can't wait to see you later" or "Just want to kiss you right now," or something like that, but the dirty talk doesn't do it for me.
Then he tells me that he doesn't want a girlfriend. Fine. I'm totally OK being friends. But, he wants to fool around. I tell him that I don't want to be a booty call... and he insists that since he "likes me" that it isn't one.
Umm let me see here. People who aren't "dating" but fool around... What's the word for that again? BOOTY CALL!
For a while the manipulation worked. What a girl will do for a guy she likes, I tell ya! Then I finally grew a brain and got rid of him.
I will say one thing though. Boys are meant to lose their virginities in their 'teens. You know why? When people are repressed bad things happen. And in the case of boys losing their virginities at the age of say... 23 *AHEM DOUCHEBAG* bad thing happen. Please, please, please... look into getting a sex therapist.
As of now I've been working twice a week at a dental office in Langley as a real-life, full-fledged dental hygienist! Yay! Besides that just keeping busy with friends and errands and what-not.
I do have something to say though: I've got to thinking lately (and taking some advice) that I need to calm down a little bit on what I write about guys on here if I ever want to get a man. I don't want people thinking that this is just a game for me. It's not at all. I'd actually like to have a boyfriend. A lot. If I had a guy I liked I wouldn't write bad stuff about him... I would write good things, or nothing at all. I don't usually write a whole lot about guys anyways until after they're long gone. I just seem to meet such losers that I can't help myself.
So... Before I calm it down I need to get one more out. It's that bad. Please enjoy "The Singer."
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Sit back, relax and enjoy... and try not to get any spatter on your computer screen.
In no particular order (ok, well the top three are my faves) :
I'm talking circa 2003-2004 here people. Pre-Kevin, pre-Kids and pre-crazy. Back then her only drama was claiming that her boobs were real and that she still had her v-card. Did I mention that I was voted "Most likely to be the next Britney Spears" in my high school yearbook? Back when it would have been a good thing.
She can go from WWII nurse to scary underworld and look great both ways. This woman made vampires hot long before Twilight came along. Props to her for also having a super sexy hubby.
This Brazilian beauty puts the rest of the Victoria's Secrets models to shame. All I can say is DAMN.
Girl's got a booty... just like me. Flaunt that shit sister! She does however have a *slight* edge in the breast department. Check her out on last December's Playboy.
Good girl gone bad is right.
Chick is a triple threat: country singer, amazing dancer, and star of Juicy Fruit commercials. Her drawback is that she dances all sexy-like with her brother Derek on Dancing with the Stars. That's just creepy.
Nick Lachey definitely upgraded here. Even if she does have those scary knife pics with Lindsay Lohan. It's not her fault... when someone else is that crazy it's bound to rub off!
Everyone knows I like the blue eyes, brown hair look. Plus this girl is proof that plastic surgery works! Love the tattoos!
The cougar with the mostest. She's so little and cute I just wanna squeeze her!
She may be a total biotch, but the girl's hot. Oh how she has matured since her "Flipper" days.
This hottie has broken out with her role on Gossip Girl. She's got two things going for her: Hungarian/African-American descent (half breeds are always hot) ... and that gave her the blue eyes combined with the dark hair that I love.
She actually makes watching "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" bearable. And at a gay club someone has told me I look like her. I don't. My hair did look awesome that day though.
You may recognize her as Miss Canada who became Miss Universe in 2005. Ahh my dream!
She's the "So You Think You Can Dance" veteran turned hot newbie on "Dancing with the Stars." And if she can get that cowboy into the semi-finals she's got talent!