A Brain Fuckling Package

I got a package in my cube today. From my ol' pal Beth.

Inside were the following:

• one of those journals that has been made out of an old vintage books. Really cool. This one in particular is titled The Mystery at Rustlers' Fort and on the cover is a cougar pouncing on a kid that looks like one of the Hardy Boys pointing a rifle at that mo fo (Who am I kidding? Back then, they all looked like Hardy Boys). It's fucking classic, trust me. Inside reads:

"It probably took you awhile to figure out that no this is not actually a book, but is a super dooper secret journal... for boys. I couldnt find a stick of gum, so please enjoy this strawberry cream Halls. It tastes like candy. You'll see. Here's a map of where I work and a sticker to entice you back to me.

Love you a million times always,
Beth"

• A map of Portland, highlighting all the places we went to when I was in town.
• A bumper sticker that reads, "Keep Portland WEIRD!" (we both think it's lame, so we laughed about it)
  
• A piece of candy

If it was any other person, I'd say I was in. But I'm not quite sure what to think. And no, I'm not secretly sitting here giddily hoping that you'll all write to me with reassuring comments. That'd be really lame.

You also have to under stand that she's a carrot dangler. And it's brain fuckling* me. You could really take it one of two ways:

1. Are you crazy? I say that to my friends all the time! You're reading too much into it.
2. It's plain and obvious what's going on.

But after I opened the package, I sat back in my office swivel chair and took a moment to think about it.

It's a weird thing to receive these kinds of random knick knacks again, even though they might not be "anything" more than what they are. I never thought I'd get a package with random trinkets from anyone else besides Lynn (which was something her and I did a lot), but it actually feels "okay".

I suppose that means something.

...

Damn tickets to Portland are expensive.




* if you don't know what a brain fuckler is... please please please check it out.

The Giving Tree: A Glimpse Into My Twisted Mind?

Jack: What did you pick up at Barnes and Nobles again?
So@24: A book on Greek mythology, Aesop's fables, and The Giving Tree.
Jack: The Giving Tree is heartbreaking man.
So@24: It's fucking deep.
Jack: Makes me really sad. I hate the boy, selfish prick.
So@24: Did you know there have been some really intense debates about the meaning of that book? Some say the relationship is supposed to be that of a parent and a child: the parents always gives and the child always takes. The relationship is inevitable!
Jack: I almost don't want to know, it's such an intregal part of my childhood.
So@24: Damn. That tree gave so much.
So@24: I remember when I was little, I wondered if the tree was sexually interested in the little boy.
Jack: Wow. Really? How would that even work?
So@24: I have no idea.
Jack: You're a weird dude sometimes, So@24. I think about sex constantly, probably more than most people and I'm aware of that and "ok" with it. Sometimes I don't think you worry about it as much, then you say shit like that and I don't know what to think.
So@24: I often think the same.
Jack: This fascinates me.
So@24: I remember being a little boy and being ashamed I thought that. I sat in the corner in my Oshkosh B'gosh overalls and a single tear rolled down my cheek.
Jack: Dude! What do you think that means? Maybe that was formative part of how you view/treat women now.
So@24: Who can really say for sure?
Jack: You never know. I bet the Giving Tree is the root of all this. That's my new theory at least. Godspeed, Oshkosh.

Top 10 Hottest Women in Thailand

Don't speak anymore let to see now. Who is Top 10 Hottest Women in Thailand.

No.10

Pancake Kemmanij

No.9

Tangmo Pataratida

No.8

Nadia Nimitvanit

No.7

Cherry Kemupsorn

No.6

Ann Tongprasom

No.5

Ploy Cherman

No.4

Polla Tayler

No.3

Noi Butsakorn

No.2

Chompoo Araya

No.1

Aum Patcharapa

In mind I vote to " Pancake " is Top Hottest women in Thailand for last year.

Lil Boy with No Toys

"You know, I've been thinking. I cannot envision any circumstance in which I'll ever have the opportunity to have sex again. How's it going to happen? I just don't see how it could occur."
- George Costanza, Seinfeld "The Pony Remark"

There are nights when it's great to just be out with "the boys". Playing drinking games, sitting
around, shooting the shit about a variety of subjects: our careers, insights into the dating world, venting about our problems with the female gender... and sex.

Oh lordy. Sex.

Saturday night was definitely one of those nights. The more Natural Light cans piled up on the ground around us, the bolder and more graphic the discussion got.

But I felt like that kid on Christmas who didn't get a Sega Genesis. Or the lovable, but inexperienced protagonist in the locker room of an after school special. There was once a I time I could have contributed to this conversation, but to be honest, I felt awkward and uncomfortable in my own skin.

"Doggystyle is by far the best position. Seriously."
"Are you kidding me? No way. Reverse cowgirl*."
"When was the last time you've guys had sex when you were really, really hammered? Probably one of my favorite things to do."
"Man, I'm on my 3 month pinch right now. It's certainly been awhile."

Everyone in the room was contributing their own anecdotes and opinions. I sat crosslegged on the floor texting anyone I could think of hoping to completely hide myself from having to participate.

It's not like I'm a virgin. But it's certainly been awhile and I got a funny feeling in me reminiscing about my sex life with Lynn (I quickly slammed another beer to change my thoughts to something else). I used to be able to talk to the guys about what I preferred, what she liked, bring my own personal opinion to table. This just caused me to actually perspire a bit.

Being out of the game just made me scratch my head and blush, silently hoping the conversation would go somewhere else and no one would realize that I haven't uttered a single word in the last 20 minutes.

Sex. I've forgotten what that is. I feel like there's a vagina involved at some point, but I might have to Wikipedia it.





* Yes. This is in fact the second time I've used the "reverse cowgirl" in my blog.

Chard and I Get Busy

... discussing my current dilemma.

But that would have been pretty sweet though. I mean, right? I mean... right?

It has been awhile since Chard and I grabbed a drink and she wanted to get the details on my developments with Beth. It's nice to get a point of view from someone who isn't directly involved with the circumstances; not to mention a point of view from a member of the opposite sex.

Chard suggests we meet for dinner at The Grove and as I'm trying to find my way through this enormous outdoor mall, I can't help but notice that this place was designed for couples. Little shops spattered around, a walking path that has little benches lining it, a giant water fountain that spurts up geysers of different patterns. My initial thought was, "Lynn would have definitely made this our stomping grounds."

I'm like this lone sea bass trying to swim upstream through this intense salmon run of couples holding hands. It's pouring down rain and I've forgotten my jacket. All these couples are pushing past me, huddling for warmth, guys covering their girlfriends with jackets.

Suck my balls, couples. Suck. My. Balls.

I'm running late. I pick up my pace and slosh through giant puddles causing my Chuck Taylor's to make that dreaded squishy noise.

Chard's at the bar and gives me a huge wave. She orders a chardonnay (what did you expect?) and I get the "large" beer. This means a mug the size of my head. Cheers!

So we get into it. For the record, Chard is one of the best listeners I've come across. I warned her that the ballad of So@24 and Beth would be long, treacherous and I rarely skimp on details. She was a real trooper and really took everything in.

The conclusion of our discussion, which I've been contemplating for quite sometime:

I need to get all this out. Starting from Day One. All the unspoken shit. Once and for all. We're going to meet at a crossroads and figure out what happens from there. Eye of the storm, baby.

Time to book me an impulse ticket to Portland, OR.

The Call Out

The history of Beth and I dates back my early years of college. It's a long, dark, twisted history that's so jumbled... I'm instinctively wanting to grab a tall boy of Pabst and a shot of Jack Daniels.

When stuff like this or this occurs, we never discuss it. I have a theory that almost every boy/girl with a slight romantic interest has a routine and that's ours.

The cat has ever been out of the bag; that motherfucker has stayed put for years. I'm sure if I were to open it now, a dusty kitty skeleton would fall out and crumble to pieces. Her and I are both pussies, we haven't been able to do it... no matter close we've been. Obviously, it was an enormous faux paux when I was dating Lynn. And when she was dating her boyfriend.

My best friend Rick caught wind of my recent thoughts towards Beth and directly called me out. Fucking hard core call out. We're talking the ironclad of call outs The kind of call out that only a best friend knows how to do:

Rick: So are you into Beth now or what?
So@24: I don't know. You know her and I are.
Rick: You need to cut it off. You know it's going to be a disaster.
So@24: Why?
Rick: First off, you're going to get your hopes up. And I know you. That means every single little hope in the world. And either one of two things happen.
1. You guys get together
2. You don't.
Rick: If you don't, you're crushed but remain ever optimistic that she'll come around. Which she won't. You need to let it lie, bro. It's not your Wendy Peffercorn moment.
So@24: I don't know. You haven't seen us recently. I can't describe it, but I think it's different this time around.
Rick: You think this is a mindfuck? Wait til you're in the thick of it. Don't even let your mind go there. You don't even have to read between the lines. All the subtext is laid right there for you. Look, you obviously would like this to happen, but it never will. She says, "you're perfect for me, but it will never happen."
Rick: I don't mean to be harsh, but I don't want to see you hurt. It's better to nip this in the bud. I know how you two are, I know your history.
So@24: Why would she say these kinds of things?
Rick: Who knows? Why do girls say anything? But then again, it may be true for her. It would be easy with you. She could make it happen with the snap of her fingers.
Rick: She actually tells you; you just have to look into it. you're an ideal, I love. But it will never happen. I imagine it's you, but it's not. The guy looks and acts just like you, but it's not you in her dream.
So@24: Fuck, Rick. Why is it that I'm not that guy if I am that guy?
Rick: You're ideal in the emotional sense; you're strong-minded, sweet (shut the fuck up), you're funny, you're charismatic. But she doesn't want to date you. She wants to date someone with your personality.
So@24: It doesn't make sense.
Rick: You're her buddy. You're too good of friends.
So@24: Maybe you're right.
Rick: You know I am. I don't mean to take the wind out of your sails, but it's better than crashing into the rocks when you hear The Siren call.

I thought about this long and hard the other night.


I got asked over the weekend if I was acting this way because "it's the most convenient thing/most readily available". It got me thinking; is this what happens when you find yourself single after "X" amount of time? Am I just trying onto hold onto something familiar? Something that is comforting? Or maybe it's a matter of distance: it's safe for her (or both of us) to go through the motions because distance effectively prevents it from really going anywhere?

If all these are true... how come it doesn't feel that way?

Jack: Might be best to guard you emotions on this one.




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Now playing: Simon and Garfunkel - Cecilia

Aum Sexy Star Champion

This post for Aum Fan only. Aum - Patcharapa Chaichuea still Sexy and Hotest in Thailand. She is always cast in sexy roles on TV soaps. And she frequently appears in provocative photo layouts in all the fashion and gossip magazines. I have some newest Fashion Pics of Aum for you. enjoy!

other post Aum in Tokyo

I Have a Holden Caulfield Night

Shortly after posting yesterday, I waited around for one of my favorite bars in LA to open up. As soon as seven o' clock came around, I grabbed a track jacket and made the trek.

The R Bar. In the middle of nowhere, yet within walking distance. They only let you in if you know the password of the night. The eye slot opens up like a speakeasy.

"What is the name of Johnny's karate team in The Karate Kid?"
"Cobra Kai."

I'm not quite sure where it comes from, but there are days when you just feel like being alone and grabbing a drink. Mostly when I have a lot on my mind. Things to mull over.


The R Bar is a diamond in the rough for a place like Los Angeles. The decor looks like the innards of some forgotten pirate ship. A great jukebox that plays The Decemberists and Weezer's Pinkerton.

It was only seven, so I grabbed some bar stool and start chit chatting with my new friend behind the bar.

Bartender: What'll it be, sweetheart?
So@24: Rum and coke please.
Bartender: I hope you're prepared for those the rest of the night. -wink-

Homegirl pours one of the stiffest drinks I've ever laid my lips on. My rum and coke looked like a watered down ice tea. Excellent!

I sat for a good while sipping my flame-inducing beverage. Alone with my thoughts. Just thinking about shit, you know?

I eventually pull out my cellphone and ask Beth a question that's been gnawing at my brains:

So@24's text: Why did you text me at 2:00 am last night asking me if I was "hooking up" with someone? Surely you jest.

Minutes later (which seem like hours) my phone vibrates on the bar.

Beth's text: I got really panicky for a second. You know how my mind works.
So@24's text: Something had to trigger that. You never worried/cared before.
Beth's text: If you're going to do it. Get it out while you still can.

It's not surprising that my quest to get answers from her left me with more confused with even more questions. I order another. I tell Bartender I'm going to make her a Decemberists mix the next time I come in.

It's kicking in.

I get a text from Leo a short while later.

Leo's text: Where are you?
So@24's text: R Bar. It's just me though so don't worry about it.
Leo's text: What the fuck!? Are you okay? I'm on my way.

Leo walks through the door and saddles up next to me. We shoot the shit for a little while before we both decide to grab some grub ("my treat", I slur). I haven't eaten anything all day and the rum is making my head spin. When I go to close out, I discover that Leo had put all my drinks on his tab when I was in the bathroom.

Damn. That's a good friend. He must have picked up on something. He's pretty good about that.



** Oh snaps! Look who got nominated for a blogging award!




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Now playing: Decemberists - Eli, The Barrow Boy

Chatty Cathys

I never did end up meeting my old acquaintance from college for drinks that night, but we did eventually meet up. This turns out to be a huge godsend, even keeping in mind that I had absolutely no romantic interest in her whatsoever.

She stopped by my house yesterday evening when she got out of her movie. I went out to meet her as she parked, we hugged and then she followed me into our kitchen. After introductions were made, I started asking her about how the film was.

Big mistake.

She kept going on. And on. And on. And on. Something about how she liked "the sound" and something about "the content".

I admit that I'm not one of those types that "pretends" to pay attention. I actually listen; that is, if you're interesting. As luck would have it, she wasn't. And I actually found myself not paying attention to anything spewing from her word hole. I covered up with a lot of "Hmm hmms", "Oh interesting", and "Gotchya"s.

After subtlety texting Leo "Zzzzzzz", she talked more about film and Los Angeles and then it memories came rushing back to me from our brief college experience together. She was the type of drama kid who tries really, really hard to be artsy, but actually... isn't.

Perhaps I am being too harsh, but I'd be lying if I didn't release a sigh of relief when she said she had to meet up with some friends. I guess it could have been worse; she could have been a bitch.

* * *

This morning I wake up to numerous texts from these random girls I've hung out with a small handful of times (one of which is that girl who I got chewed out for not flirting with). And one of them is a walking cliche' of all that is the stereotype of the O.C (you might remember her as Catrina from here).

-shudders-

They are nice enough, but I really have nothing to talk with them about. But that incessantly keep asking me to hang out and when I decline, I get shit from them for it. I feel bad, because I should take it as a compliment that they want to hang out with me as often as they do.

There was a time when I wouldn't have given two shit about worrying if I should be hanging out or not. I would have just said "neh". But I've developed a theory that when you're single, you force yourself to go to these social gatherings that you normally would brush off without thinking twice. I only hang out with them because it's something to do with members of the opposite sex.

I drive out to meet them at a bar to watch "the game"; keep in mind I don't care about professional football. The bar is absolutely packed. It takes me 20 minutes to grab a beer and when I finally meet up with the girls, it's the quick "so what's new" conversation that lasts about 40 seconds before it turns to standing around, sipping our drinks, looking around at anything that might distract us from this terribly awkward moment.

Catrina actually says to me, "Hey! How are you?? Will you buy me a drink? I quit my job and I have no money!"

Those are her exact words. I'm not making this up for comic relief.

"Sure." I just got paid, I'm not going to be a dick. Whatever.

And then Catrina shuffles away with her (my) beverage and returns to tell me a HILARIOUS story.

Catrina: "ohmygodyouwouldntbelieveit. Ijustranintosomerandomguyfrommyhighschool!! isntthatfunny!? ButIhatemyhighschoolsolame. Everyoneatmyhighschoolwassososososolame. SowhenIseepeoplefromschoolI'mlike"yay!" BecauseIfeellikeI'mtherealwinner"
So@24: Uh huh. I see.

After I pound my hefeweizen in record time, I look at my watch and say,

"Yeah guys, I think I'm going to take off. This bar is too loud, I don't care about Packers or the Giants, and it's too crowded."

"Awwwws" were delivered, but I stayed strong and told them we'd meet up later.

* * *

Now I sit and blog. I think it's one of those days where I feel like being alone. Maybe I'll meander over to a bar close by. When they open. In two hours.





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Now playing: Poison - Talk Dirty To Me

Yardthip Rajapal on LIPS Magazine

wowww she look so pretty

and Very Sexy

Here are new pics of Yard - Yardthip Rajapal on LIPS magazine. In this time her became one of Top Sexiest Women in Thailand.

I has post her at YardThip Thai Actress
or visit her at yardthip.hi5

Practice Makes Perfect

I received a random phone call the other day and naturally let it run to voice mail.

Turns out, it was from a girl whom I haven't seen since my college days. I wasn't even friends with this girl. I performed a monologue for a student showcase (yep, I did some acting back in the day, but I wasn't a drama major) and she sat next to me during my piece. She didn't speak or really interact with me since it was a monologue, but she had to be there at all my rehearsals and such.

But since that showcase, I never heard from her. So this phone call is completely out of the blue. She must have kept my number after all this time.

Apparently, she just moved to LA and wants to grab some drinky poos tonight. What the hell, right? Although there's no romantic interest, the first thought that popped in my mind was "this could be a great practicing experience when I go on a REAL date one of these days!"

I'm not sure what we're going to talk about since I really don't know her that well. I guess that'll be the interesting part.

The Ex Reads The Blog

Well, we've already known that she stumbled upon it before.

But since then, she has forgotten the address. During a conversation yesterday, she asked if she could read it.

I warned her that I had nothing to hide and I censor the blog for no one, so there might be material in there that might "weird" her out. Lynn took a moment to think about it and then agreed. I told her that if she wanted me to, I'd send her the blogs that had to do with her (I'd take out links and names, of course) from the date when she discovered the blog.

Here is our conversation:

Lynn: "Truth is, thankfully, that space away from someone gives you time to sort of come to grips with yourself." Well said, Leo.
So@24: Mmmhmm.
Lynn: When you are sad, you only remember the good.
So@24: Perhaps.
Lynn: I've experienced that at least.

Lynn: "It's a weird feeling to think about, and I'm trying my best not to imagine my ex reverse cowgirling she shit out of this guy"
Lynn: GROSS SO@24!!! EIOVFNUWEF9PHA9HGF9AWE9FH9GAWE T
Lynn: "coming to an agreement with her that two of you do not discuss your former dating/hook ups/sex situations" AGREED!
So@24: It's the truth! It's the first thing I imagined and I wanted to PUKE! You will too. Wait til you have to try it on for size.
Lynn: I know, trust me. I know I will be there sometime. I've gotten off pretty easy.
So@24: Yep.
Lynn: BUT DON'T TELL ME!
So@24: I won't.
Lynn: Thank you. Me either.

Lynn: "This sucks, I wanted boning" HAHAHAHA! And for the record, my bc was $30 every three months, mister. So it was fine.
So@24: I just remember that it added up.
Lynn: Well I must say friend, that you are an awesome writer. Like High Fidelity-esque... that good. I'd be obsessed with your blog if I didn't know you, too. And it was awesome to read what page you're on and to see that you and I are on the same one. I may be one step ahead of you due to my experience, but we're pretty close.
So@24: Glad you enjoyed it. I hope it was enlightening for you. -bows-
Lynn: And it's great that you have this support and can vent.
So@24: It's very therapeutic.
Lynn: I love them. Now go listen to that song I sent you, I have some grad stuff to take care of. Glad things are good with us.
So@24: Me too. Later.

"I'm a waste, like you"

Beth: yo
So@24: yo. What'd you do last night?
Beth: Went to Taco Bell. Realized the line was too long. Parked far away. Went to TJ's. Got a bottle of wine.
So@24: So you got sloshed in your apartment w/ a bottle of wine from Trader Joes?
Beth: Not sloshed, but I sucked at Jeopardy so I'm sure I was buzzed.
So@24: Blech. Wine is so gross.
Beth: Sophisticate your palate.
So@24: Good one.
Beth: What'd you do?
So@24: Went home. Ate some left overs. Took a shower. Watched Strangers with Candy. Went to bed.
Beth: So@24... why can't we just be together? We are living the same life.
So@24: "Sassafras Roots"
Beth: Green Day?
So@24: Yep. It's one of our many songs.
Beth: Maybe that can be the first song we dance to at our wedding.
So@24: Does this mean you'd actually wear a wedding dress?
Beth: Nooooooooo. Can you see me in a wedding dress??? So so awkward.
So@24: Yes I can.
Beth: "So@24! Grab me some scissors so we can cut off this train!"
So@24: "Beth! Get out of the men's dressing room, it's bad luck! Are you holding a glass of whiskey?"
Beth: "Love the teapot"
So@24: ???
Beth: Goddammit, So@24.
So@24: What??
Beth: You were saying that on New Years! It's a line from Sixteen Candles!
Beth: "Love the teapot" You don't remember saying it to the guy in the swimsuit? We both looked at each other and started busting up.
So@24: I don't remember that at all.
Beth: Her older sister takes muscle relaxers because she gets paranoid before her wedding and she's all crazy drugged up and while she's walking down the aisle she gets "tired" and sits down in her aunt's lap or something, starts playing with her hair and goes, "looooove the teapot."
So@24: Oh God. What happened when we go home? Did I do anything humiliating?
Beth: You were really drunk.
So@24: That's what I'm worried about.
Beth: You climbed right into bed and turned on the tv and fell asleep almost immediately.
So@24: Did I try to seal the deal?
Beth: Nope. Not at all.
So@24: What a gentleman.
Beth: I just crawled into your arm and fell asleep.
So@24: I feel bad I went to sleep right away. Did you want me to stay up with you?
Beth: I went to brush my teeth and by the time I got back you were out. It was okay though, I was thinking "awww... tuckered out."
So@24: I didn't try to kiss you or anything?
Beth: Nope.
So@24: Doesn't sound like me. I bet you're just saying that to spare my feelings.
Beth: No seriously. You were really drunk.

"I Can Feel It Coming" - P. Collins

I have that funny feeling deep in my gut. It can be the best feeling in the world; under the right circumstances. If not, it can feel like some punk kid has taken a magnifying glass on a hot summer's day to your stomach lining.

Everyone knows that feeling. It sneaks up on you gradually. Constantly checking to see if there's a text waiting for you (in case you missed it while you were in the shower). Getting irritated/disappointed when there isn't. Losing an hour or two of precious, precious sleep thinking to yourself, "what the fuck is going on?"

I thought that nights like this and this (and this) could be left at the door. Be what they are and nothing more; which I guess is a stupid theory if you really think about it But Mimi was right when she warned me; stuff like that can really mindfuck you and it's not JUST a chick thing.

Again, under the right circumstances, it's a great thing. But when you are confused, vulnerable, and suffering a mean case of mental vertigo, it's the worst.

I'm going back to that place and it terrifies me.

Chayada Mussayawanich The mother still pretty

Bow - Chayada Mussayawanich has one son with " Fluk - Krekpon Mussayawanich " but , now they have terminated the relationship already. See that, how much is she still Pretty?
If be me. I may don't quit with her. ^-^

I Love My Friends Pt. 6

Jack: I hope ridiculous things happen to you all weekend if only so I'll have something to read about at work. Seriously, if I had the money, I'd hire call girls to act our elaborate scripts in your life a la' Cableguy.

Post Relationship Guilt

I'm not quite sure how it came around, but yesterday afternoon I had an epiphany. And then I was suddenly struck with intense guilt.

I really should have paid for half of her birth control. Why didn't I? I was obviously receiving half of the benefits (probably more, who am I kidding?).

And that shit was expensive! I don't even remember how much it turned out to be exactly, but I think I remember her mentioning that it was somewhere along the lines of $200 every other month or something.

Which makes me wonder, how many guys pitch in for birth control when it's not free? Has any other guy thought about this before? I mean, it's kind of dick not to at least offer right? Especially after all that time!

I can't tell you why this suddenly occured to me, but there is a certain degree of guilt that's hanging over my head today.

Thai Supermodel Metinee Kingpayom

Metinee Kingpayom or called " Lukate "was crowned the Miss Thailand of 1992, and she has her own brand of Lingerie.

Considering the huge potential of the estimated 10-billion-baht local lingerie market, Thai supermodel Metinee Kingpayom, the Miss Thailand of 1992, has decided to launch her own lingerie brand.

Matinee is pursuing the footsteps of supermodels and superstars like Kylie Minogue, Elle Macpherson and Elizabeth Hurley who have their own brands of lingerie.

New Job = New Social Circles = New Hunnies (Follow Up)

Tomorrow is Week 2 for my new job. I absolutely love it; bosses are great, the work is great, it's exactly where I want to be.

I'm still in the awkward stages of "I'm still the new guy", so even though I've met a million people and seen a million faces, I haven't really made "friends" with anyone yet. I wish there was a way to fast forward this inevitable phase and get straight to the going to happy hour with the gang part and sharing lewd, knee-slapping jokes by the water cooler.

As for bringing this entry back to the whole topic of being single: I realized that I am the only male assistant among 5 other females in my department. Naturally all my friends keep asking me, "So c'mon... are they hot?"

But I know better. A wise person once told me, "you don't shit where you eat."

I'm hoping that they have friends though. Which will be key in the long run, if anything at least to meet some new people. It's rough in this day and age. And one of the girls is a total Guitar Hero guru, how sweet is that?? If that doesn't scream social gathering, I'm not quite sure I want to be a part of it.

So I sit at my newly furnished cubicle, filling out expense reports... biding my time. Pacing back and forth like a jaguar.

Mmmm... that's not quite the descriptor I want to give to myself. But you get the idea.



SIDENOTE: Did I mention that Leo and Jack made some "really cool" pact not to drink for the entire month of January? I don't even like to talk about it. I have to constantly rub my templed with two fingers and listen to Pure Moods just to not go completely ape shit on how ridiculously moronic it is...

See? There I go again. Calm me Enya. Calm me.

Benz - Pornchita Na Songkhla

" Pornchita Na Songkhla " or best know as " Benz " is a popular TV talk show host and has also appeared in Thai movies. She has been a top Thai model, actress and celebrity for a number of years brooding, mysterious look, especially when the model is dark skinned and has dark hair and eyes Kind of a wild look with Benz - Pornchita in a strappy beaded top.

She now sports longer hair she wears in a pony tail. She has really big eyes and a really big smile and is pretty humorous in her roles. This photo of her predates her current successes.

New Years Eve: A Sober Perspective

Apparently I blacked out from approx. 11:00 - 3:30.

I don't even remember blacking out. I thought I remembered the entire night pretty well as you can tell from this. I was wrong.

That is until I had this conversation this morning:

Beth: you were so meaty at the bartender aka your best friend until he asked if I was your girlfriend
So@24: I was being mean to him??
Beth: you honked my boob while looking at him and you called me "candy cane"
Beth: no, you weren't mean. more like, "yeah, what up son!?!" and you made me kiss you in front of him just so he knew for sure that we were a really couple
So@24: Okay! Okay! Don't tell me anymore. Ignorance is bliss!
Beth: why? you know i don't get phased by that kind of stuff with you.

It's true. She's used to it.

Damn I'm good.

First Base Looks Pretty Good From Here

I'll save everyone the suspense and get right down to the juicy details of the evening...

If there were juicy details.

Yeah.

BUT, if there's any consolation for me stepping up to home plate, kicking the dust off my year-old cleats and pointing my bat a la' Babe Ruth... it's that the party was actually a lot of fun and I did give it the ol' college try. But instead of knocking off a legendary homer that was for the ages, I slid like Pete Rose right into first.

The atmosphere was perfect. The house was absolutely amazing; much better than I had anticipated. $700 worth of booze. A great view of The City of Angels spread out before us. Leo's party mix and the clamor of our guests were in perfect harmony. The weather was a bit chilly (we were in the hills), but the sporadic heat lamps eliminated that nuisance. And the soft glow of the outdoor pool provided an ambiance out of a movie.

I had shots to calm my jangled nerves. A lot of shots. Mostly whiskey.

The infamous countdown began. I got a kiss from Beth. I don't remember if it was anything to get too excited about or else I'm sure I would have remembered. Right? Memory gets a little fuzzy around here.

Fast forward to 4:00 in the morning. After Chad spent the last hour of the evening trying to herd Beth and I (we were laughing at him the entire time) in the guest bedroom, speaking in a Borat-esque accent, and shoving a crumbled blue Durex condom into my chest pocket... it was time to go home.

Veronica dropped us off at the house. I stripped down to my boxers and hopped into bed. Beth tossed on one of my hoodies from my U-13 soccer days. We shared an awkward "peck", she laid her head on my chest and we passed out.

Having her in Los Angeles for the weekend was a blast. It's comforting to know that I can at least share these weird/borderline couple actions with someone else. I figure that's gotta mean something.

Ahhhhh. 2008. A new year. I have the next 12 months in front of me to do my best to not make an ass out of myself. Here's to possibilities.


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Now playing: Bad Religion - Sorrow

"Cholly" Chol Vajananon Sweet Girls

Thai Sexy Girls first post for New Year is "Chol Vajananon" or nickname is "Cholly". Cholly was born on 16 sep, 1985. (23 year old) the one in " Suay Lak Sai" Thai Film Movie. Her hobbies is Sport and Cooking. See her at "Club X" Thai variety show from 3 Channel.