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Me: *looking through Facecrack on my Crack berry* I don't get it. If you lived with someone, would you still post stuff on their page or send them messages through Facebook?

Mr. Fitness: Yah. I don't get that, either. You're on FB again?

Me: How addicted do you need to be to message your partner or roommate? Seriously.

Mr. Fitness: I think you're borderline addicted to it....

Me: No! Well, yes. But I like stalking people... I like to see what people are up to without actually having to have a full on conversation. It's unfortunate, but it's true.

Mr. Fitness: It's not stalking when people change their status updates and post photos that they KNOW people will see and comment on.

ME: It is if they don't know you're wearing pantyhose on your head.

I'm such a stalker...

On Facebook, that is. It's true. And the creepy kind too. Well, maybe not. I'm not a stalker, I just crush a lot. Oh... and BTW... not IRL. *(You like that? I just learned what that means. I always thought IRL had something to do with websites, until I was unlovingly corrected and informed that it was URL. Thanks. You + Me = unfriend)

When it comes to stalking family, it's mainly to see what they're up to, if they've gotten a new haircut or boy/girlfriend. WHICH reminds me!!!!

My sister has a new boyfriend. Yah. I know. And I haven't even met him IRL. Only on Facecrack, but even then I stalked this guy...through my God sister's pictures! My sister says that she's not ready for the fam to meet him, probably because I'm somewhat protective of her (I am her Ate. And have you seen my sister? She's beautiful! How could I not??) and a hard ass. No horse-like features, crooked toes or questionable fashion sense. He's a good lookin' kid and they seem to really like each other. Aaaand... I don't get those feelings of..."say one thing wrong so I can cuss you out...PLEASE!!!" So that's good.

But still. She's a big girl.

Wow... that was a tangent and a half! I don't even remember the other stuff I was going to say.

Crap.

Did I miss something?

So... Is dancer/choreographer/turned recording artist, Blake McGrath gay or not? I was watching an episode of Cribs and all he talked about was "manly accents", "manly colors"... blah blah. But then he was also going on extensively about all the minute details and the meaning/reasoning as to why he purchased his useless crap. Sorry...but for real, waste. The ended his segment saying something about making a baby. Huh?

Anywho, most guys on this show aren't really THAT descriptive of their homes...which leads me to the land of confusion. Are you gay or are you into women who swoon over all your manly detailed home?

No big deal, really. I just wanted to know.

The Influence Project

So...Fast Company... they have this project where we can gauge our level of influence in the world. I'm pretty sure mine would pale in comparison to "iJustine", but it would be nice to see. You log in through either Facecrack or register yourself and they give you a link and you post it where ever your friends are...I guess. I'm really not too sure what it's all about or how it's relevant to my life... but it would be interesting to see my level of influence.

So, go! Click on the link please. Click on the link. Clink on the link. Remember that movie, Encino Man? Brendan Fraser played a caveman named Link. Click him.

Thanks.

Wow.

'Nuff said.

Facebook is NOT your friend!

I'm such a stickler for correct spelling, grammar and usage of the like. Every now and then, when stalking my fellow Facebookers, I come across status updates that are so CLEARLY wrong, it takes every bone in my body not to post a "correction comment".

Mind you, I most definitely make up words, like adding an extra "-est" as in...sexierest. That's me. But I am NOT down with (O.P.P.) the interchanging and misusage of there/their/they're or were/where/we're and so on.... Here's an actual status update that I'm just itching to correct, but I won't on Facecrack... but I will on here!!!!!

*The Facebook user name has not been posted out respect for the person... but mainly because the person is crazy and who knows what'll happen. Not really.

"So and So Seriously needs more patients. I can't do this all my own"

Really? You need more patients? What are you going to do with them? Are the patients going to help you? Because if they're sick, I don't think they'll be much help. And I'm pretty sure you didn't go to school for anything that's remotely related to being able to tend to someone medically. I'm not a dumb-ass. I know the individual meant "patience". But I know what to get 'em for Christmas... a Rodger's Thesaurus Dictionary. The dictionary for obvious reasons...the thesaurus mainly for fun.

Well... I gotta get ready for work. Lame.

Hmm....

I've been having some mad strange dreams lately... and usually, they're not only dream sequences, but I'm thinking they're premonitions. I know I sound crazy, but for real, months later, I experience a wicked case of deja vu... and I'm pretty sure there wasn't a glitch in the Matrix. Trust! It's happened many times before.

So, recently...

Dream #1

In my dream, I'm pregnant. (I know. Scary.) I didn't dream the full on being pregnant part, it was more like at one moment I had a huge belly, the next, tight, ripped, abs in place of the huge belly (Hey! It's my dream) and a premature baby in an incubator with little fabric shades on. The next moment, I have a fat, pandesal arms, langonisa legs baby in my arms and Mr. Fitness has one, too. Then I wake up. Twins? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me just start off with one!!!!

Dream #2

I've just woken up from this dream. Mr. Fitness and I are walking down Seymour, downtown, and there are hoards of charter buses parked everywhere. At the next moment, I notice gorgeous, strong black men all around us walking in choreographed steps, speak-yelling in chants and grunts. There's a university stepping competition...in Vancouver? Whatever. There are loads of black men in Vancouver. Be thankful.

Anywho, I hear a bass, snare and rimshot drum beat coming from a bar/lounge and so I follow it. It's that dude from The Roots...Questlove aka Ahmir Thompson. I immediately have the feeling that I'm supposed to be here. I get up on stage and I sing. I don't know what song I've just sung... I go to the bathroom and I wake up.

So that's about it. It's going to happen. I just don't know when. Maybe not the Step competition, though... we don't really do that sort of thing here.

Random rantings...

Sometimes, I wake up with an ache in my heart. I really don't know how to describe it. Maybe in my continuous attempt at being positive, I hold everything negative that I encounter or that crosses my mind inside. I don't like sharing any of my personal grievances with people around me... I want to stay positive... for the most part.

Since coming back from Hawaii, I've been experiencing an internal pain caused by my own decisions and actions. I feel guilt, remorse, longing, confusion all at one time. Lost a friend, bruised a relationship...I carry the burden. It's my own fault.

Now, I don't really want to disclose much more, I feel a slight release on the inner vice I've put myself in. I smile on the outside, cringe on the inside. Breathe in, breathe out. It'll be a new day in an hour.

I know that I'll read this later on and I'll be utterly disgusted. But, it's part of the process. At least I have it down somewhere for no one to read...sort of.

I think a cigarette will do the trick. But I could definitely use a bottle of rum.

7 Red Things

Soo... My cousin, Nenette at LifeCandy tagged me. She's quite neato. Seriously. She's family. It's difficult for her not to be. As it is for myself. Anywho..

The rules are as follows:

1. Take pictures of 7 red things in your home.

2. Tag 7 people to do the tag.

Here's what I gots...

1. My Lululemon reusuable shopping bag. All the writing on the bag is referred to as The Lululemon Manifesto. It has a lot of good life stuff on it.

2. My West Side Story Movie. This is one of my favorite musicals! I've been watching this since I was a wee one.

3. My Jollibee Mascot. We bought this on our trip to the Philippines. He's wearing a barong.

4. Overdue Christmas presents. I cringe when I see these. They need to be delivered sooner than later.

5. My Old High School Sweater.... which I now use strictly as home wear. And when frying stuff.

6. Twilight Saga. I am enamored by the series. I <3>

7. My Pretty Lady on Vacation in Hawaii Pillow. It's so pretty, I had to buy. Edward likes it too.

I found this task a tad difficult. Mainly because I don't have much red in the room.... If the game was take pictures of pink stuff... Now that I would have over 10 pictures.