Hey Bloggers!!
Even though my birthday is officially over now, ( sad ) I just wanted to say how much I hated/loved it!!! I will let you more of the deets tomorrow after I'm sober. Love ya and good night.
Ciao Bella
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
St. Patty's Day
Hey Bloggers, sorry I haven't been posting lately. I've had problems with accessing the blog lately (:-( ) well, here's my blog post- St. Paddy's Day....
Morning bloggers. How are we doing on this lovely Sunday morning? Still recovering from yesterday's partying? I wish I could but I have Church now plus some consulting work after lunch. (No rest for the adorably wicked. ;-p )
Anyways, just wanted to give you a recap of my fun from last night. It was another lovely evening at Bookends with little sister, Lexie. And we met up with some friends to celebrate the holiday in the traditional way of drinking. One of our guy friends, Michael, decided to be extremely festive with his green beer (yuck!) while the females in our group had Fruit Loops (which actually taste like the cereal).
Anyways, after Lexie bailed on me (boo), I proceeded to finish up my drinking with a shot with my friend, Lucy. And who should I say across the bar playing pool? Devon Stone, that's who!
He doesn't notice me until I say hey as me and Lucy set up a game of pool. And then later, he makes a point of coming up to me to let me know he's leaving by giving me a hug and say, "It's good to see you, as always." (WTF!)
And why did he have to see me when I was all cute and drunk? Why not when I look all sexy and sh*t? (FML) Oh well, I refuse to give a f*ck. I'm sooo over it. Talk to you soon, bloggers.
Ciao Bella.
Morning bloggers. How are we doing on this lovely Sunday morning? Still recovering from yesterday's partying? I wish I could but I have Church now plus some consulting work after lunch. (No rest for the adorably wicked. ;-p )
Anyways, just wanted to give you a recap of my fun from last night. It was another lovely evening at Bookends with little sister, Lexie. And we met up with some friends to celebrate the holiday in the traditional way of drinking. One of our guy friends, Michael, decided to be extremely festive with his green beer (yuck!) while the females in our group had Fruit Loops (which actually taste like the cereal).
Anyways, after Lexie bailed on me (boo), I proceeded to finish up my drinking with a shot with my friend, Lucy. And who should I say across the bar playing pool? Devon Stone, that's who!
He doesn't notice me until I say hey as me and Lucy set up a game of pool. And then later, he makes a point of coming up to me to let me know he's leaving by giving me a hug and say, "It's good to see you, as always." (WTF!)
And why did he have to see me when I was all cute and drunk? Why not when I look all sexy and sh*t? (FML) Oh well, I refuse to give a f*ck. I'm sooo over it. Talk to you soon, bloggers.
Ciao Bella.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Why Can't We Be Adults?
So, bloggers. This weekend, Lexie and I went out to Bookends to hang with my girl, Gwen. We dressed cute on Friday night and Lord and behold, but who do I see? Why, none other than Jack Savage. Just a little 411....Jack is a guy that I have known for years and we've always joked around about him getting my digits only if he came up with a good pick-up line. (Let's just say, he wasn't very original) But one night while at Bookends (everything happens at Bookends, doesn't it?), I decided to drink more than usual and Jack was there and, as usual, one thing led to another and I actually decided to see where this might go with Jack if I keep the flirting going.
At first, I thought that there would be no follow-through, but then Jack got all up in my bubble and for a second, I thought that he was going to kiss me right there in the middle of the bar. But he surprised me and pulled me close and started slow dancing with me to the tune playing out of the jukebox in the corner of the front of the bar. Then there was the occassional grinding while we drank during the little breaks I was taking from the pool game I was playing with Lexie (which she found entertaining). But since I am a classy lady, obviously I do not get intimate in public. I'm okay with PDA but roaming hands belongs behind closed doors ;-)
Now back to our main program.....I show up to Bookends this past Friday with Lexie in tow to meet up with our friend, Liz, just to have fun and play pool. (Which I had a pretty good night at the table considering how absolutely horrific I am at it.) Anyway, while we were playing our second game, I look up and in walks Jack with a bunch of his buddies. Just to let you know, bloggers, I played it cool as ice. I kept having fun with my girls and when we eventually crossed paths, I smiled and said hey and even threw in our old pick-up line joke. And what did Jack do? He barely said 10 words to me and made sure he kept a 5 ft radius away from the rest of the night. (WTH?!)
Which now brings me to my question.....why can't we just be adults? What I mean is how difficult is it for a guy and a girl to make-out or hook-up or whatever and still just be friends? We only made-out once and now we can't even joke around like we use to? Seriously? When do we go from acting like immature teens to mature adults? Can men and women really do friends with benefits? Just some food for thought, bloggers.
Ciao Bella
At first, I thought that there would be no follow-through, but then Jack got all up in my bubble and for a second, I thought that he was going to kiss me right there in the middle of the bar. But he surprised me and pulled me close and started slow dancing with me to the tune playing out of the jukebox in the corner of the front of the bar. Then there was the occassional grinding while we drank during the little breaks I was taking from the pool game I was playing with Lexie (which she found entertaining). But since I am a classy lady, obviously I do not get intimate in public. I'm okay with PDA but roaming hands belongs behind closed doors ;-)
Now back to our main program.....I show up to Bookends this past Friday with Lexie in tow to meet up with our friend, Liz, just to have fun and play pool. (Which I had a pretty good night at the table considering how absolutely horrific I am at it.) Anyway, while we were playing our second game, I look up and in walks Jack with a bunch of his buddies. Just to let you know, bloggers, I played it cool as ice. I kept having fun with my girls and when we eventually crossed paths, I smiled and said hey and even threw in our old pick-up line joke. And what did Jack do? He barely said 10 words to me and made sure he kept a 5 ft radius away from the rest of the night. (WTH?!)
Which now brings me to my question.....why can't we just be adults? What I mean is how difficult is it for a guy and a girl to make-out or hook-up or whatever and still just be friends? We only made-out once and now we can't even joke around like we use to? Seriously? When do we go from acting like immature teens to mature adults? Can men and women really do friends with benefits? Just some food for thought, bloggers.
Ciao Bella
Friday, March 2, 2012
Pre-Buddy Status
*I forgot to post this blog last weekend. Oopsies!*
Evening Bloggers! So, once again, I am reflecting on what a ridiculous week I have had. There has been fun (but still frustrating) texting between me and Devon, as well as occasional visits to him at work. Which by the by, I have NOT talked to him since Thursday. (just sayin'....) Then there was the huge ass bomb that my baby sister, Lexie, dropped on my brain late Thursday night. And When I say huge, I mean like the size of a blimp but with the force of a battering ram. (I'll tell you what she did in a minute and then you can go blow up at her on her blog!) Next we have my late night liason with Blaine the Blah. And to top it off, a potentially embarrassing situation with Devon that I was not physically involved in but can soooooo be traced back to me (hence me not having any form of communication with Devon until maybe Tuesday....or longer).
Now, you all know about the fun texting with Devon, so I'm not going to recap on that (plus a girl has to keep some stuff close to the vest). As for Lexie huge/ginormous/mind-blowing bomb......baby sister came over Thursday night while I was finishing up packing for my little weekend stint to see the fam back in the real LA. She slept with Alex....AGAIN?!?! (But at least a condom was involved this time, thank God!) Let's just say I had to repack my bag since over half of it's contents were thrown at Lexie after this bomb was released. I'm not going to go into details about it since this is Lexie's story to tell, not mine. But it took me quite a few days to blow over from this redonkulous bullsh*t.
So, I went to visit the fam with this whole situation pressing down upon my brain. (Obviously, I needed some alcohol and a worthwhile distraction.) Luckily, my distraction came in the form of good ole' Blaine the Blah. No sooner had I got settled at Sammie's place, my phone went off with a text from B. And what does it start off with? "Hey Sweetie" (Seriously? Ok, who are you and where is the real B?) But then I read the rest of the paragraph (yes, a paragraph....trust me. I was shocked, too!) Blaine had gone night fishing with a friend and his wonderful friend left him stranded out in the bayou. (Idiot) And since B didn't have a car, I had suddenly become his damsel-in-shining-sequins.(Well, really, I was wearing a yellow shirt dress with brown vest and ankle booties, but let's not be technical.)
To make a long story short, I got lost once; cussed out B for getting me lost; drank 2 bottles of hard cider while we talked; and hooked up with B in the backseat of my car. (originally we started out on the hood but I kept sliding down....not cool) We were out there from 2-5 am. Craziness.
My life is just too cray-cray. Well, talk to you later, bloggers. Ciao Bella
Evening Bloggers! So, once again, I am reflecting on what a ridiculous week I have had. There has been fun (but still frustrating) texting between me and Devon, as well as occasional visits to him at work. Which by the by, I have NOT talked to him since Thursday. (just sayin'....) Then there was the huge ass bomb that my baby sister, Lexie, dropped on my brain late Thursday night. And When I say huge, I mean like the size of a blimp but with the force of a battering ram. (I'll tell you what she did in a minute and then you can go blow up at her on her blog!) Next we have my late night liason with Blaine the Blah. And to top it off, a potentially embarrassing situation with Devon that I was not physically involved in but can soooooo be traced back to me (hence me not having any form of communication with Devon until maybe Tuesday....or longer).
Now, you all know about the fun texting with Devon, so I'm not going to recap on that (plus a girl has to keep some stuff close to the vest). As for Lexie huge/ginormous/mind-blowing bomb......baby sister came over Thursday night while I was finishing up packing for my little weekend stint to see the fam back in the real LA. She slept with Alex....AGAIN?!?! (But at least a condom was involved this time, thank God!) Let's just say I had to repack my bag since over half of it's contents were thrown at Lexie after this bomb was released. I'm not going to go into details about it since this is Lexie's story to tell, not mine. But it took me quite a few days to blow over from this redonkulous bullsh*t.
So, I went to visit the fam with this whole situation pressing down upon my brain. (Obviously, I needed some alcohol and a worthwhile distraction.) Luckily, my distraction came in the form of good ole' Blaine the Blah. No sooner had I got settled at Sammie's place, my phone went off with a text from B. And what does it start off with? "Hey Sweetie" (Seriously? Ok, who are you and where is the real B?) But then I read the rest of the paragraph (yes, a paragraph....trust me. I was shocked, too!) Blaine had gone night fishing with a friend and his wonderful friend left him stranded out in the bayou. (Idiot) And since B didn't have a car, I had suddenly become his damsel-in-shining-sequins.(Well, really, I was wearing a yellow shirt dress with brown vest and ankle booties, but let's not be technical.)
To make a long story short, I got lost once; cussed out B for getting me lost; drank 2 bottles of hard cider while we talked; and hooked up with B in the backseat of my car. (originally we started out on the hood but I kept sliding down....not cool) We were out there from 2-5 am. Craziness.
My life is just too cray-cray. Well, talk to you later, bloggers. Ciao Bella
Buddies & Fist Bumps
Hey Bloggers...long time, no chat. Life has been super crazy lately (but when is it not?). So, dear bloggers, I have some sad news. For those of you who were rooting for Team Chloe & Devon, I'm afraid it's time to say bye-bye to any of those daydreams. I've visited Devon at work 3 times this week (yes...3 times) and on the second visit while I was talking to his manager about candles, Devon was leaving work early to help a friend move and he said bye to his manager and then he gave me a.........fist bump. (Yes, bloggers, you read that correctly. a fist bump)
Now to all you ladies out there who have never been fist bumped by a guy, let me just say that it is awkward and leaves you speechless as a girl with a crush because you have no idea what to do. That is the guys' way of mindf*cking you for days after it occurs. ( I mean, come on! Fist bump?! Who does a fist bump....especially to a girl??) And do you know what a fist bump symbolizes? It symbolizes a buddy, that's what. It's the equivalent of one of his guy friends coming up while we're talking and asking, "Hey Devon. Who's the girl?" Devon:"Oh, this is my buddy, Chloe." Buddy. I have now been forever cemented into Buddy Status with the guy I have the hots for. Great.....(grrrrr)
FML......Ciao Bella
Now to all you ladies out there who have never been fist bumped by a guy, let me just say that it is awkward and leaves you speechless as a girl with a crush because you have no idea what to do. That is the guys' way of mindf*cking you for days after it occurs. ( I mean, come on! Fist bump?! Who does a fist bump....especially to a girl??) And do you know what a fist bump symbolizes? It symbolizes a buddy, that's what. It's the equivalent of one of his guy friends coming up while we're talking and asking, "Hey Devon. Who's the girl?" Devon:"Oh, this is my buddy, Chloe." Buddy. I have now been forever cemented into Buddy Status with the guy I have the hots for. Great.....(grrrrr)
FML......Ciao Bella
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Blaine the Blah
So bloggers, we're going to take a break from the Chloe and Devon Show to flashback to the guy who was occupying Chloe's attention before Devon came on the scene: Blaine. Yes, Blaine. And no, this is not some ridiculous 80's movie. I've actually known Blaine since junior high (yes, junior high) but we were never in the same social circles. He was part of the jock/cheerleader/preppy crowd and I.....well, let's just say that I was a work in progress. lol.
Now, I know you're just dying to know what Blaine looks like and if you just cool your jets, I will tell you right now. He is an inch or two taller than me with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes that remind me of the ocean. Plus he's got the muscular build from doing football in high school but some of his muscle is turning to chubbiness since he doesn't play sports anymore. And he still gels his hair like he did when we were in high school (personally I prefer it when he leaves it natural). And he is slightly tan (but it's not natural).
Physically, he sounds like a catch but let's go beyond skin deep. He is twenty-five and he still lives with his parents. He didn't go to college and he does not have a vehicle at the moment. As for career, he recently made the switch from the lawnscaping business to the food industry. He was working for a guy who owned his own business where they would build fences and fix yards and things like that. The problem with this job....he only got paid when they completed a job (and jobs didn't flow in on a regular basis). Now he buses tables at one of the local mexican restaurants back home.
Doesn't exactly sound like the perfect catch, does he? Plus he has a tendency to wear those affliction shirts with the sparkles on it. (you know, the kind that looks like your baby sister took a bedazzler to it) And that nice tan I told you about? Yeah, he maintains it by going to the tanning bed every day. every. day. (Can we say Jersey Shore wannabe?)
So what exactly is this boy appeal? Well, I've never really had great self-confidence (shocking, I know). And the past few years, I've seriously doubted my sex appeal to the opposite sex.....now I doubt my dating appeal because guys want to sleep with me but not date me ( I think part of this has to do with my virgin status). And this is where "Blaine the Blah" comes in.....
Two years ago, Blaine sent me a facebook request and I accepted since I actually knew the guy. Then five minutes later I get a text from him(don't freak....my friends on facebook can see my cell number). Then we texted for 3 months before I finally caved and went over to his house to hookup. (Now remember....Chloe's Definition of Hooking Up: everything but actual sex.) And this was how Chloe and Blaine started their weird-ass hook-up buddy relationship (or as Dane Cook says, relationsh*t).
Blaine was the first guy since my freshman year in college to show me any form of attention and make me actually feel attractive. And that is also why I put up with all of his ridiculous bullsh*t everytime we hooked up. And let me just say that out of all the times we've messed around, he left a good impression only twice. Mostly, Blaine is all about the quickie; he calls you over to sneak in after dark and you get straight down to business (which means you spend like maybe two minutes making out and the rest of the time giving him a bj), and as soon as he has his happy moment, he pops out of bed; gives a lame excuse about how he has to get to bed; and kicks your tush out the door before you can say good night. Sounds amazing, right? lol
But there were these two times I swear, Ryan Gosling must have came and inhabited his body for a couple of hours because he was amazing. Like push-you-against-the-door-have-his-way-with-you instensity that was exactly what I wanted. That was the best. But then, he never came back. So, eventually I got aggravated and said bye-bye to Blaine the Blah. Problem is that Blaine is very stubborn and doesn't believe that our little arrangement is over. Even after I told him how I met someone else who is waaaaaay better than him in EVERY way (Devon!), he still texts me about wanting to come see him.
Now I do realize that I live in Houston while he lives in New Orleans but I do visit my family fairly often, especially since my lovely sister Sammie is livin' it up in the Quarter! (God, I miss her!) So whenever I go to NOLA, I tend to meet up Blaine for a welcome home quickie....lol. Which brings me to some news I will dish about later, bloggers. Ciao Bella.
Now, I know you're just dying to know what Blaine looks like and if you just cool your jets, I will tell you right now. He is an inch or two taller than me with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes that remind me of the ocean. Plus he's got the muscular build from doing football in high school but some of his muscle is turning to chubbiness since he doesn't play sports anymore. And he still gels his hair like he did when we were in high school (personally I prefer it when he leaves it natural). And he is slightly tan (but it's not natural).
Physically, he sounds like a catch but let's go beyond skin deep. He is twenty-five and he still lives with his parents. He didn't go to college and he does not have a vehicle at the moment. As for career, he recently made the switch from the lawnscaping business to the food industry. He was working for a guy who owned his own business where they would build fences and fix yards and things like that. The problem with this job....he only got paid when they completed a job (and jobs didn't flow in on a regular basis). Now he buses tables at one of the local mexican restaurants back home.
Doesn't exactly sound like the perfect catch, does he? Plus he has a tendency to wear those affliction shirts with the sparkles on it. (you know, the kind that looks like your baby sister took a bedazzler to it) And that nice tan I told you about? Yeah, he maintains it by going to the tanning bed every day. every. day. (Can we say Jersey Shore wannabe?)
So what exactly is this boy appeal? Well, I've never really had great self-confidence (shocking, I know). And the past few years, I've seriously doubted my sex appeal to the opposite sex.....now I doubt my dating appeal because guys want to sleep with me but not date me ( I think part of this has to do with my virgin status). And this is where "Blaine the Blah" comes in.....
Two years ago, Blaine sent me a facebook request and I accepted since I actually knew the guy. Then five minutes later I get a text from him(don't freak....my friends on facebook can see my cell number). Then we texted for 3 months before I finally caved and went over to his house to hookup. (Now remember....Chloe's Definition of Hooking Up: everything but actual sex.) And this was how Chloe and Blaine started their weird-ass hook-up buddy relationship (or as Dane Cook says, relationsh*t).
Blaine was the first guy since my freshman year in college to show me any form of attention and make me actually feel attractive. And that is also why I put up with all of his ridiculous bullsh*t everytime we hooked up. And let me just say that out of all the times we've messed around, he left a good impression only twice. Mostly, Blaine is all about the quickie; he calls you over to sneak in after dark and you get straight down to business (which means you spend like maybe two minutes making out and the rest of the time giving him a bj), and as soon as he has his happy moment, he pops out of bed; gives a lame excuse about how he has to get to bed; and kicks your tush out the door before you can say good night. Sounds amazing, right? lol
But there were these two times I swear, Ryan Gosling must have came and inhabited his body for a couple of hours because he was amazing. Like push-you-against-the-door-have-his-way-with-you instensity that was exactly what I wanted. That was the best. But then, he never came back. So, eventually I got aggravated and said bye-bye to Blaine the Blah. Problem is that Blaine is very stubborn and doesn't believe that our little arrangement is over. Even after I told him how I met someone else who is waaaaaay better than him in EVERY way (Devon!), he still texts me about wanting to come see him.
Now I do realize that I live in Houston while he lives in New Orleans but I do visit my family fairly often, especially since my lovely sister Sammie is livin' it up in the Quarter! (God, I miss her!) So whenever I go to NOLA, I tend to meet up Blaine for a welcome home quickie....lol. Which brings me to some news I will dish about later, bloggers. Ciao Bella.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Keira's Corner
Hey bloggers. So, my wonderfully wise cousing, Keira, thinks that I should text Devon once a day for the next four days and then on the fifth day not text him at all; to see if he'll notice my absence. lol. She suggested this after I said that I wanted to be careful about how much I texted him because I didn't want to seem like I was smothering him or anything. What do y'all think? Ciao Bella
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