girl crush & fried chicken

March 3, 2010 Leave a comment

Today The Fonz & I shared some Bob’s Big Boy fried chicken…we paid with quarters.  Then while watching Secret Diary of a Call Girl he said I’d make a great madame.  Second time this week someone has said that.  I take it as a compliment.  It’s much better than hooker or even an escort, although escorts are classy.  We also discovered that British folks say the coolest words such as “fancy” when they like something and “twat” when someone is acting like a twat.  I have a girl crush on Billie Piper.

quirky!

March 2, 2010 Leave a comment

being emotional honest is usually a good thing.  being emotionally honest lacking a mouth censor just makes people think you’re nuts…except brilliant, clever folks…they think you’re quirky!

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Champ/Sport RIP

February 25, 2010 Leave a comment

My friend died (ggm).  Although I’m not sure that the word “friend” encompasses what he meant to me.  It just doesn’t seem special enough.  best football buddy, best banter buddy, best science talking/book reading/smart ppl stuff conversationalist buddy, confidante, best slumber party buddy, best call each other in the middle of the night to bullshit buddy, best send random texts to in the middle of the day buddy, best inside joke buddy, best food feeder buddy and then there was the emotional depth/honesty and secret telling stuff.  I could never have given him half of what he brought to me…and 100 times per day i find myself completely lost triggered by things as silly as hearing Footloose on the radio or wanting to send a text about Jeff Fisher.   What was rare was the number of different interests we had in common and the number of “roles” he filled.  I would have to find at least 15 other ppl to bring at least one element of what he brought.  We could talk about lasers, economics, comedy, books, infomercials, football..so many things and i’ve never had a friend so well rounded on such a variety of the same interests.  I am sad and will soon have to stop sleeping with your jersey because your scent is almost gone.  ugh i don’t know.  it’s late.  i’m sad and when i used to be sad at midnight it was you i called.  also grateful that our friendship was a sober/present one.  and i’m mad at you for leaving me here without you.

a compliment is flattery

February 4, 2010 Leave a comment

they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but really it’s just stealing!

i have a dream.

January 20, 2010 Leave a comment

I need to start an in game live chat for lady and gay men football fans. We will discuss the game as well as team costumes, hot 3rd string QB’s & coaches fashion choices such as Fisher’s mustache and Belichick’s pom pom hat.

I am a very responsible person.

November 5, 2009 Leave a comment

A responsible person uses credit only in case of emergency.  It’s the fiscally responsible thing to do.  Credit cards can get a lot of people into a lot of trouble, therefore it is suggested that if at all possible, they should be used strictly for “get out of a jam” situations.  Situations such as a car break down, flooded basement, medical emergencies, etc.  I found myself in a similar situation last week where it was imperative I use a credit card.  The emergency was a “shop so I don’t hump my ex boyfriend” emergency.  Thank god for credit because this was definitely a disaster averted situation:

rational thought.

September 25, 2009 Leave a comment

response 2 saying i wouldn’t hump a Titan because i’ve never humped a stranger

“u watch em on tv every Sunday so they’re not really strangers”  -The Fonz

Men Love Pizazz

April 19, 2009 Leave a comment

There are many things I don’t mind playing second fiddle to: family, career, boy’s night out, poker, beer, other women and a delicious tostada salad. Sometimes people have to come second to the things I find important such as football, closet organization, cheeseburgers, shopping, reading the books, washing the hair and Tupperware parties. People have priorities that don’t always match. Neither do people have to understand why another persons’ priorities are important. They are what they are.

What’s confusing though is when anyone has any kind of priority that comes before me! Please don’t misinterpret that. I understand and love “me time” which is why it’s so confusing; shouldn’t everyone love “me time”. (Me time as in the definition of “Me” = Allison.)

Like one time I wanted to spoon with my brother.

Desperately.

It wasn’t even a want. It was an obsession. I expressed this to him via emails, calls, texts, parcel post and pigeon carrier; only about 37 times in one day, but he seemed to think that “going to work” was more important. What a dick. I think he was just playing mind games. I mean, come on. Who would choose being able to pay bills over spooning with their 5-year-older sister? (I just had to count on my fingers to figure out how much older I am).

The point is, there are just some things a gal doesn’t want to come second to in a relationship such as sleep, eating & bowel movements. When I see those things arise as a pattern I can’t help but to become quite mystified. What kind of man would chose sleep over quality time sitting in front of the fire place on a bear skin rug listening to Air Supply? Your picker is obviously broken when you’d date a guy who needs to do odd things like go to the bathroom without wanting you right there by his side for emotional support. I’m so tired of men and their “intimacy issues”.

Bewilderment over his out of whack priorities generally shouldn’t occur until the 3-week point in a new relationship and shouldn’t happen until there is a valid reason. (Granted there is a fine line between “being in a relationship” and “getting laid regularly”, but that’s just semantics.) Week 3 is usually when you will get your first occurrence of a disappearing act, also known as The Houdini.

The Houdini occurs when you have been spending way too much time together and your guy is either getting too much shit from his friends, wants to test your response to not calling or he realizes that he needs to find a balance. Balance, ba humbug. I don’t even balance my checkbook, what a bunch of hooey.

Your response to the first Houdini is going to set the tone for your entire relationship, so it’s important to get it right. This is the time to take your balls out of your purse and demonstrate the true meaning of the word perseverance i.e. Go Big or Go Home. He is testing your level of commitment to decide if you are a keeper or not. Your actions during this important time could mean the difference between a trip to Kay Jeweler’s or “everything was going great. I have no idea what happened”.

When he pulls the first Houdini please remember never to question how you feel about him because that silliness doesn’t matter. You’ll want to agonize over every detail of your relationship thus far to analyze how you think he feels about you. Then take whatever actions necessary to make him love you.

Men are simple. They just want a gal that is on the prowl for a relationship. They don’t even care so much if it is specifically him that you want. They just need to know that they are filling a role and that is generally why they Houdini. It’s a simple test to see just how badly you want to see his entire posse of friends dance to Play That Funky Music White Boy at your wedding. This is why your response to the Houdini is vital and you must make showing him you care the number one priority in your life. If you are willing to go the whole nine yards before you know his middle name or birthday than he will know that he just might fit into the role of relationship filler. This makes men feel appreciated (which is as important to him as it is for a gal to feel pretty).

When you notice that he has begun to abandon your love bond, and if you are serious about taking over the top ranked position of importance, there are a few activities that are crucial to make this happen. Of course you can attempt the obvious: drunk dial’s, drive by’s, leaving cookies on his doorstep, tattooing your first name with his last name across your belly, etc. but chicks use these tactics so often that, although they are highly appreciated, men have become immune to them because they lack creativity and pizzazz. Men love pizzazz. And what’s more pizzazzy then household chores, especially laundry!?

One time a guy asked me to do his laundry after dating for one week. Had he asked at the three week Houdini point I’d a probably separated colors from whites, but his asking was premature as I was completely secure in the fact that he was enamored with my wit and abs, but who isn’t? My one friend (I only have one friend) said it is important to show him that I care and the best way to do this is through housecleaning. But I screwed up and laughed while saying, “I could do your laundry, but if you teach a man to fish he will eat forever”.

I believe laundry washing is something that is earned such as trust or anal. But what the heck do I know? It’s funny because people always say things to me such as, “you are so wise”. To which is respond, “yeah”, but if I were truly wise I would have played Molly Maid. Now we know why I’m not married. Had I done his wash we’d for sure still be together and this is why laundry and other demonstrations of your domestic side are so gosh darn powerful.

Another thing about men is they appreciate any activity that allows them to not have to think with anything other then their penile unit. They also love food! When you see his interest waning all you have to do is combine his love of food with his lack of brain function by preparing 42 different types of meat products for him so he always has something to eat that week! The first step is to find a way into his home when he isn’t there. If you have to break in that’s fine. He is totally comfortable with you having access to all areas of his life even though he might not know it yet. (Women mature faster than men which is how come we know this stuff way before they do.) The next step is simple: prepare 28 meaty meals along with 14 scrumptious snacks. Put it all in Tupperware and label it. This way every time he eats he will think of you! That’s for 7 whole entire days!

If some douche-noz suggests that preparing 42 different types of meaty meals for a guy you hardly know seems creepy don’t listen. Haters always try to cock block because they are jealous. Some people are simply under the false impression that men like a challenge. This is rubbish. What men want is convenience. The goal is to be on the other end of his remote control. If the fellow’s know they can get you to do anything they want then they are way more apt to call you at 2 am after they have been out with their friends all night and seriously what is more important then making sure he isn’t with another woman in the middle of the night? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Think about it and be honest. If you show up for him any time of day, at a moments notice, like a pizza delivery boy or a poontang delivery girl, he will see that your level of loyalty to the love liaison is unparalleled and he will grow to love you forever…

And don’t fret gals, Booty call does not mean that you “don’t require him to put in the work” or are a moped (fun to ride, but you don’t want your friends to see you on it). Booty call means there is no other woman he’d rather have with him after he was unsuccessful in picking up another broad at the bar that night. You win because he chose you!

And ladies, please, never, under any circumstance go out with your girlfriends or do the things you would normally do when single. Having hobbies and interests is fine when there isn’t a man around but once you snag one your life should be all about pleasing him. This is non negotiable. Basically you want your Romeo to think that your job is being his girlfriend! And when you hear him say some crap such as, “why don’t you go out for a girls night” don’t buy it. That is just another one of his manipulation tactics to test your allegiance. If you used to go to the gym in the evenings it’s time to cut that nonsense out. Pottery class is fine for single ladies, but it’s no longer your hobby (unless of course your man is a pottery buff). If he enjoys hunting then you love elk meat. If he likes strippers then head on down to Crazy Girls. Simply put, you must become 100% willing to change everything about yourself otherwise you will find yourself with a pint of Haagen Dazs watching the Sex & the City Movie every night for the next 30-90 days.

While we’re on the topic of change there is another element that is crucial in becoming his number one and that element is to morph into his ex girlfriend. You know, the one he claims he still has feelings for that damaged him so much that he can’t fully commit to you because he is “afraid of getting hurt again,” the one that you are being so very understanding about. Go ahead and grab a box of L’Oreal hair color and make a career change. Stalk her social networking pages and copy her outfits. If this advanced tactic doesn’t work then the guy is probably a closeted gay.

Some of your girlfriends might become butt sore when you no longer return their phone calls or flake on them at the last minute, but don’t worry. They are obviously the jealous types that suggest prepping 28 steaks/burgers/yummy hot dogs is going a little overboard, plus you know they will be there for you once you are single again…as if you’ll need them. HAHAHA! That was funny because we all know by implementing these priority tactics you won’t need anything or anyone other than your man… ever!

To reiterate, the ways to become a priority in your mans life after the week 3 Houdini is to use your God given womanly powers of house cleaning, hunting, humping and shape-shifting. If you’re feeling real edgy and confident then you must always, always, always (3 always’ means it’s important) accuse him of boning other women. If you really want to be a prize insult other women too. It makes you look better and will make his heart pitter-patter. Then the cherry on top is to make a collage of the time you spent together with photos and ticket stubs etc! If you are real smart you’ll make a diorama! One time I made my boyfriend a paper fish and a jar with oil and a cigarette in it. I was 17 but hooked the guy for almost a decade so you know there is a lot to be said for the arts and crafts.

And lastly, when you notice the Houdini be sure to leave a voice message and an email (Do both. You want to be certain he gets it) telling him how you want to make the babies. Boom! Success ensues. The tide was high. You held on!

Did I ever tell you about that one time when I lost my virginity?

March 17, 2009 1 comment

The year was 1988.  I was thirteen years old.  Some people might think this is young, but I like to consider myself ahead of the times.  A “trendsetter” if you will.

The location was Lakeside Villas (Culver City represent) in my second floor bedroom with a window that overlooked not only the doughnut shop (that was the British spelling of donut) that sold cigarettes for $1.25 to 11 year old’s, but also the Recycling Center in the Albertson’s parking lot where a 26-year-old Mexican who just so happened to moonlight as a pot dealer worked.  The 26-year-old Mexican was really nice and gave me E.T. on VHS!  At least that guy gave me E.T. on VHS and weed because all the virginity guy gave me was his wiener and a broken heart.  But virginity guy didn’t give me herpes or the need for a trip to Planned Parenthood, which is proof that sometimes you just have to look for the good in a situation.

I hearted virginity thief forever (forever = 6 months) and I know he liked me too!  I know this because during the pre-stealing of the virginity negotiations I asked him.

“Do you like me this much or THIIIIIIIIIIIS much?”

To which he responded,

“I like you THIIIS much?”

3 “I’s” were enough for me!  Who needs the restriction of rules created by society by having the title of being an actual girlfriend anyhow? At least that’s what he asked me.

Hook, line and hump her.

The wine in a box and joint probably aided a bit in the decision making process to give away my love canal, but screw it.  I was already 13 and falling way behind in the sexual experience category.  Who wants to be the last virgin in 8th grade?  I most certainly didn’t want the shame that came from that title.  God knows how your popularity will soar once you give become hymenally challenged.  Oddly enough I became very popular with the boys, but with the girls, not so much.  I guess his promise to “not tell anyone” only applied to not telling anyone that didn’t go to our school.  I must have misunderstood that portion of the pre-hump negotiations as well.  Silly me.

Sexy virginity guy came over after school while my mommy was at work.  He was so desirable with his brown hair with flippy bleached blond bangs and cast from his ankle to his thigh.  If there is one thing a gal can’t resist it’s a full leg cast.  Casts and splints and ace bandages and even star wars band-aids show a woman that the guy in said splint is an adventurer who can survive the dangers of the world.  All a gal wants is security, so when we see a man with a band aid on his face due to a freak shaving accident we know this is the kind of man that can survive a catastrophe.  This is very important.  Sexy virginity guy was this kind of man.  My kind of man.

Plus he read every single note I wrote to him that had cute little hearts and professions of my undying love for him and only showed them to like ten different people!  I’m positive that when sharing the origami folded notes he wasn’t making fun of me.  What he was doing was actually bragging.  Sometimes bragging and public humiliation look a lot alike.  It’s all about perception.

And boy was he romantical!  He wanted the mood to be right for my first time so tenderly turned the radio onto Power 106 where the most passionate love song of all time was playing, Please Don’t Go Girl by New Kids on the Block followed by Kylie Minolgue’s beautiful rendition of Locomotion.  He probably requested those songs so as to create a beautiful life long memory.   He thought of everything,

Including his escape route.

You see, this was during the olden days before cell phones and pagers even.  The telephonic item that prepubescent teens would beg for in the 80’s was to have their own phone line.  My phone was baby pink and in the shape of luscious lips.  Talk about a coincidence.  I bet when mom had that installed she never imagined the involvement it would have in the stellar tactical planning in the revocation of my v-card.  The Cherry Picker who caused 3 whole minutes of life long first time memories had already set in motion a covert operation so as to not have to participate in a post coital cuddle.  16 year old boys can’t use the “I have to work early tomorrow” line, so he needed to be creative, and creative he was.

As soon as the vaginal pilfering was complete a very strange coincidence occurred:  the homie for life of my full leg cast-wearing lover happened to call my pink lip phone.  Sometimes a coincidental phone call to your lover immediately after he uses your vag for playtime looks a lot like a phone call from your mom’s downstairs phone so as to give the virginity thief an escape route so that he can go over to Jenny Johnson’s house immediately after your romantic times to ask her to be his girlfriend.

I listened to Please Don’t Go Girl on repeat for the next 6 months.

Only did it with him the one time.

Ok, maybe I did it with him one more time after that because every girl knows the way to win a guy over is to lie on a bed crying while he gives it to her, especially after he has screwed her over no-pun-intended.  Men appreciate this kind of confidence in a woman.

It was quite a few years before I let a boy lie to me again while I was under the influence of an illegal substance.

best. comment. ever

March 5, 2009 Leave a comment

i had a flashback this afternoon…picture it: west la 1981ish…two adorable little girls are watching the hit series “silver spoons”. one girl asks the other “can they see us?” innocently, her friend responded “i don’t know”. the girls then flashed their way, way, way pre-pubescent chests to the tv attempting to distract the characters. when there was no acknowledgment of the girl’s shocking display, not only did they deduct that people on tv cannot see you, but they also took turns kissing “the ricker”.

-childhood friend Benett