My new favorite blog showcases Cake Wrecks, "professionally" made cakes that are either horribly distasteful, or just plain wrecks.
Here's just a sample. What expectant mother doesn't want to slice into a replica of her soon to be born baby?
Because they had blocked livejournal, at the beginning of this month, I decided to open another blog. I decided to stick to a theme, write under a cryptic pseudonym that doesn't give away who I am except that it contains my age, and just write and write without restrictions.
it feels... good.
i can't believe i feel like this again. it's been so long.
it's not the feeling i had with tarek. but who was he anyway. he was a game and i was his game. It was all experimentation.
but this one...
of course i'm just trapped in the intoxicating mystery of him. just as he is trapped in the intoxicating mystery of me.
this won't be traditional, if there ever was something to come out from this.
something about him soothes my soul. but maybe that's just the ignorance talking.
we'll see.
I went back to boot camp today - with the doctor's blessing of course. While I can only imagine how ridiculous I looked trying to exercise with a big walking boot on my leg, at least it got me out of bed and moving again. If nothing else, I at least got an upper body workout and hopefully I'll actually sleep well tonight! Even better is that I can start transitioning out of the boot over the next week or so, gradually increasing the amount of time I don't wear it. Here's to hoping that shortly the boot can return to the attic where it belongs for good.
I met an interesting guy yesterday. Down to earth guy from Hong Kong. We had "dinner" and drank some beer before he rushed off to some party. He's gay by the way and I liked him a little bit. But maybe that's the last I'll ever see of him.
Had trouble understanding him though.
Getting buzzed led to me and Ivy going out. We initially went to Chi @ The Lodge but we didn't like the crowd. We ended up in Submarine and just started dancing like crazy. As usual the people who hit on me were those I didn't like. One of them smelled. I ended being groped. Constantly.
What is WITH groping? I understand why, but that doesn't justify it. I am VERY uncomfortable if someone suddenly plunges their hands in my jeans in public. VERY uncomfortable. I say "no" and I'm accused as being "shy." WTF. I also ended up dancing a little too intimately with some guy. The bouncer pushed us apart. Whoops. i forgot i'm in dubai.
It got pretty wild.
This, by the way, is the first time I really got drunk here. I woke up suddenly after falling asleep, ran to the toilet, and threw up.
I went to work earlier with a hangover from the depths of hell and draped my upper body over my desk for a full two hours.
What? I'm allowed to be juvenile, irresponsible, and hedonistic sometimes!