Friday, November 19, 2010

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Saturday, November 13, 2010

very scary story from my daughter

so i was chilling at mimmos. at 10:10, i got a phone call from a RAANDOM number.. it was a man. he said he was a worker at madison lanes(where my dad bowls like every night of the week) he told me that i have to do whatever it takes to get me and my family down to the bowling alley asap. so he was like tony your dad is about to bowl a 300 (my dad is reeeally close to bowling a 300 but he hasnt done it yet). and i said that i wasnt home and he said you need to find a way to get here. and then i was like uh you can call my grandma. and he said no we need YOU. but we need your whole family to take you. and i didnt answer. and he was like your dad is holding everyone up because he wont continue to bowl without you there. hes bowling at lane 16. and i was like can i talk to my dad? and he was like no. your not allowed to. and then i was like k well im not coming if i cant talk to my dad. and i hung up. and then at 1030, they called me AGAIN.. but i didnt answer because i didnt hear my phone. and then when i got home i told my grandma the story and she was like uh......thats impossible because I picked your dad up at 930 from the bowling alley and took him to the towne tavern. so i was freaked out. so i texted the number that called me and i was like who is this? if you dont tell me, im gonna report your number to the cops. and i got a text that told me that the number was invalid.................................................so i called it 4 times and each time it was like the number you are trying to call, the circuits are busy and unavailable..please try again. and i was freeakkiingg  out. and my grandpa was like ok why did this person want us alllll out of the house.........................soooo..thats pretty much what happened. this random guy knew my phone number, knew my dad, knew i was his daughter, knew he was bowling, said he was bowling at lane 16, and then 10 minutes after..the number was invalid.......
 
 
she went to the police with her grandma to report this. Did this person want them all out of the house? Or did they plan on doing something to them at the bowling alley? Not sure. Either way very scary, and I'm wondering what kind of enemies he is creating!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

anyone out there?

Haven't been here in a while. Every time I have a thought I am either in the car, or at work, and cant access my blog!  we had an extra hour of sleep last night. that was fantastic! went on a date last night with the guy i was talking about. went to the city to see  Brian Regan. He paid for these tickets for us. $60 a piece. Paid for the whole evening.
Tell me if I'm a snob.
Every other guy I go out with would drive in the city and park. They would pay for the entire evening. I find it sexy when a man can drive in the city. I have major anxiety issues and should probably be on medication for it but I'm not. I absolutely HATE public transportation and "catching a train" taking a dirty smelly subway when I have no clue where I'm going, I feel so bad for all the poor people I cant help, it really bothers me when I see men sitting and not giving their seats up for women children and the elderly, and I hate having to be places at certain times. It makes me a nervous wreck! So usually I go into the city with a man who drives me in, we go where we are going, and get there early so we dont have to rush, or we just stroll into a restaurant and take our time and leave.
This one, however, tells me he's coming at 6 to get me, rings the bell at 5:58, which totally pisses me off... I wasnt ready! My outfits were all horrible. "I'll be too cold!" "I look fat" "too dressy" Too casual" ''too uncomfortable" etc! I was rushing like a lunatic and by the time we start to leave I am already having such bad anxiety I feel like I'm gonna throw up and I was sick the whole car ride. Mainly because I knew we were driving to a train station! then we had to take the train to the city, then a subway to Lincoln Center. I take the train when I go see my uncle in the city, but theres no time pressures! i tell him "I'll be there between 1 and 4!" so we miss the first train. my fault. he said it was ine there was another one in 20 minutes. So im sitting in the train station, feeling sick, cant breathe, needing a shot of alcohol!
we take the train to the subway where they were working on the tracks and we were totally delayed! Had to take a cab to lincoln center. Anyone ever notice how the cabs wreak of sweaty ass when you get in? why is that? anyway we rush to get there and just made it on time. I got a shot of rum to relax and went in the show. All I kept thinking on the train the subway and in the cab was how the other men I go out with have spoiled me. I dont want to be with a guy who barely has money. Is that a horrible thing? I have struggled with money my whole life and if I could be with someone who had money I'd rather have that than a poor guy. or a mediocre guy. I dont need a millionaire! trust me. Im not a gold digger. Im just saying I can choose what type of guy I fall in love with. Why not choose a guy who has enough money to drive into the city?
We were in the theater and I'm thinking to myself "ugh.  We're in the city and can't even go out and do something fun! I dont have the money to pay for us both and I feel guilty spending his money! Now I have to schlep on a friggin train and subway again." I didnt complain to him because how dare i complain when he paid for it all.  My sister told me I complain and sound completely ungrateful about things when people do things for me and I conciously tried to NOT complain. But I was cringing inside. Does this mean I'm high maintenance? or a snob? or a bitch? or a brat?
The men who spoil me never feel bad when I complain. They just tell me to shut up and get over it. They say "youre so annoying" or "youre such a brat" and they couldn't care less. Especially since they continue to take me out. Maybe my problem is I really didnt want to be with him! Maybe if I was in love with him it wouldnt matter if we were on a train! YES!!! thats IT!!! I took a train with my muffin man and I kissed him the whole time and even had my hand in his pants! I wouldnt have cared where we were or what we did! as long as I was with him! oh my god! revelation!
ok what should i do???