this is funny...

Ok, i was editing my profile about 40 seconds ago and i wanted a new random question...and i came across one that asked "if you were a wrestler, what would be your ending move?" and since my lovely boyfriend is a wrestler, i actually have been paying attention and know a few moves! and how to get someone into them...

So i want every body to go read my profile and see my answer...which is pointless, because i'm going to tell you what it was: A DOUBLE-GRAPEVINE. Which is quite embarassing for the other player...
first, ground rules for those of you who are unfimilar with wrestling in high school...to pin somebody is to get both sholder-blades of your opponent to touch the ground for like 2 seconds...
now i'll explain the DOUBLE-GRAPEVINE. (you must say it loudly or it loses it's effect)
you are the person on top (please don't think dirty) your opponent is on his back, but his sholder-blades are not touching the ground...you are facing him, he facing you...you grab his wrists...somewhere between the elbow and the wrist, actually...and entangle your legs with his by wraping them around his...like your left with his left...your right with his right...not both clumped together...it won't work otherwise...then, with your hip preasure, you push your "happy place" or crotch for god sakes into his stomach while pulling his legs apart and out with yours, and holding his arms out by pulling really hard on them...your opponent will get pinned. and you will win and you get food afterwards. GO YOU.

wrestling is quite a dirty sport, if you think about it, you grab other guys butts, you get your face shoved in places you don't normally want it to be...but it's very entertaining to watch, if you're me, and you know they all have these new tight singlets...and some of those guys, even some of the heavy weights, since they aren't fat this year, have nice butts...and legs...and abs...and arms...the charlotte wrestling team is quite hot this year...ginger marrie, i wish you'd come to a meet with me...why don't you just fly here for next saturday's meet...you'll be home by sunday...ha ha i wish...anyways, i guess i've written enough, i'm sorry if i grossed you out by my vivid wrestling move...but trust me...if some guy wants to be stubburn or something...pin his ass with my lesson here today. HELL YEAH.

p.s. i think i found a picture on line...please do not be grossed out...it's actually really cool to see happen...tony did it the other day, and he won. he was so happy, plus, that move isn't the easiest to get yourself into...

I like cookies

I made cookies yesterday. They are chocolate chip. They are very good. Especially with milk...milk. Does a body good...Ha anyways, I'm just hanging out here at my home, playing with the super high speed internet, wondering how long Rebecca's now ex boyfriend will still be here before she kicked him out...She's all saying "yeah, you can stay here until you find your own place. But I still expect to have every one of your pay checks every week that are only $400 because your ex-wife takes the other $400 because she sucks. But if you piss me off, you are so out sooner." I don't really know who I believe or side with, I guess I should just stay out of it and listen to both of them when they tell me stuff...Which seems to be the problem of my stress...As soon as one comes home, the first thing they do is vent. And that's fine, but then they slightly try to pull me in the situation...Then the first one will leave or go to work or take a nap and then the next one comes in and does the same exact thing. But as I said, I'm an innocent bystander. I'll just keep it that way and keep out of it.

Well, I have gotten word from my ginger marrie, and I am excited. Ginger, I am sorry I wrote that stupid blog, I was in a weird way...And slightly confused...But you should enlighten me on what's going on in old cali...oh, hey, by the way, you guys should go to santa cruz board walk...We went there and it was so much fun...Especially at sun set...And Tony says that it was the place where they filmed that movie "the lost boys" and stuff...And there were these shake things, I'm not sure what the heck they were, I didn't like them, but they had these little balls of what felt like jelly or something in the bottom and Tony's step-mom loved them...But I can't think of what they were called...Oh well.

so, everybody, how's it going? Probably a little bit better than me...

oh, yeah, I still have more news...See the picture up in the corner? WELL, that's going to be my next tattoo...I have one on my wrist, it's star out line with a symbol of friendship in the middle...Dude, ginger, you should totally come back and get a spiffy tattoo with me, it's so much fun! (You'd be surprised...) oh, yeah, ginger, imagine this, MY OWN MOTHER WANTS ME TO TAKE HER WHEN I GET MY NEXT TATTOO...SHE WANTS A TATTOO TOO! Isn't that hard to believe? She actually hasn't convinced my dad that yet, but she's working on it...I think it's funny. My mom wants a tattoo. Alright, I have written enough, Ginger, either email me or something, please...BYE BYE BYE

oh where, oh where has my little ginger gone?

WELL, I have missed my Ginger for quite some time now, and I wonder where she has gone? OH YEAH, she's in California with her boyfriend and I don't know who else! THAT SUCKS! Why can't she come home now and tell me all about it like she always does? Why can't she tell me about it before she even comes home? Why can't she tell me about it NOW!?!?! I feel like I have been so left in the dark. It makes me sad. GINGER! IF YOU'RE READING THIS, I MISS YOU! COME BACK TO ME!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON???

well, in other news, i have lost my appartment and my best friend. wouldn't you be upset if your roommates, including your best friend and her husband, left a bunch of important stuff at the appartment on the last day, and you moved it knowing they didn't have a car to move it and would want it, then was threatened to get your ass beat and accused of steeling, when all you were trying to do was help and then got the cops called on the one who moved the stuff, my boyfriend, and had one hour to bring this chair to their house, just to find out they didnt' really call the police on you? so now my best friend showed me such great respect by lying to me about calling the police on my boyfriend, when she was told not 2 hours before by her mother that it would be a stupid move that would screw up our friend ship. wouldn't you be mad too?

and now they are moving to illinois and won't give me one penny of the $4000 that we owe to our appartment complex so instead of getting a car that works or my own appartment with my boyfriend, i get to rot at my boyfriends mom's house, paying all of my money to Legacy Parke. besides, why the hell would i want an appartment of my own or my own car? what the hell was i thinking anyway...

Anyways...