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Here's my IM convo w/Tyra today... I needed this break from my work so when her IM popped up, it was a chance to playyyyy. [12:25] Harmamony: Hi nu nu's it's tyra [12:26] Clussy 75: Hey Kitten!!! [12:26] Clussy 75: what'cha doing under there? [12:27] Harmamony: what are you talking about [12:27] Clussy 75: under there [12:27] Clussy 75: you know [12:28] Harmamony: im playing on www.disney channel.com [12:28] Clussy 75: NO , you were supposed to say "Under where, Clussy?" [12:28] Clussy 75: and I would have said "HAAA!!! I made you say underwear!!!" [12:28] Clussy 75: get it? [12:29] Clussy 75: get it? [12:29] Clussy 75: Herro? [12:29] Harmamony: giggle giggle giggle :) [12:29] Clussy 75: :-D [12:29] Clussy 75: Yay, you get it [12:29] Clussy 75: hahaha [12:30] Clussy 75: cool, so you're enjoying your last week of 'chilling out' till school starts. Enjoy every last minute of your summer, baby girl. [12:31] Harmamony: you are tooooooo funny...

Went to the Bikram Yoga class tonight and boy was that intense. Intense may not even cover it actually... I felt nausea creep down my body a few times and tried just concentrating on my breathing till it subsided. When you first step inside that room, the heat wraps you up and at first feels kinda nice but then you notice they're missing 'plug-ins' to help w/the aroma. I think the class would benefit from a lil aromatherapy but who am I to change what's not broke, right? I sat in the back row (really only 2 rows) and you're supposed to be able to see yourself in the mirror to concentrate on the accuracy of your positions and how your body is aligning but there was a man in front of me who insisted on always moving so that he was blocking my view. boo, I'll keep that in mind for the next class. The stretches were definitely tough. I mean, when I say stretches, you think "ahhh, [crack] ohhh yeah, that's nice... ohhhh weeee". No, think again. Think mo...

After reading mentions of Bikram Yoga on Tree Frog's blog and being curious about it for a bit now, Baby 'Nanners (or as some like to call her, Yvonne. HA! I don't think I'm over it being funny yet, sorry Mish) volunteered up some info on this exercise. It looks very fascinating to me and to be able to sweat out toxins, strengthen some muscles and gain some peace of mind all in one sitting is just money to me! They even have a special for those who can't afford the classes, check this out: " Will Work for Yoga ... Want to take yoga but running low on funds? Our work-study program might be just the thing you're looking for. Work for one hour (light cleaning) and get a free class. Work for 3 hours and get an unlimited week. Contact Holli to make arragements." How kick ass is that? As I was telling Mish, put me in cleaning gear, hand me a dust mop, call me Rosario, slap me on the ass and gimme free yoga. I'm down! No, but seriously, that is reall...

Ahhh, finally made my appointment for my stress relieving weekend away next weekend. I'm so very excited. I've been wanting to get this set up for about a week now but I got around to researching it more in detail and found a place out in Berkley Springs that offers just what I'm looking for. My mission isn't to go out to get a facial, manicure, frou frou spa trip, it's to do some spiritual healing that I think is long overdue. Yes, I realize that this sounds "crunchy" but it's what helps and comforts me so... I'm taking my journal, my repressed frustrations and worries and driving out West for a weekend of 'cleansing'. I found this center/Bed & Breakfast called the The Healing Vessel and the lady on the phone just sounded so soothing and I knew after talking to her that she was hitting the nail on the head. See, I have issues of not communicating my emotions very well vocally and repressing so many stresses to the point that I ruptu...

Huge Vinyl Cock ( HVC )... Caged Vagina (what's hanging around Bug's neck) Fuck Fuck Fuck (what was being said a lot... no seriously, a lot, still echoing in my ears) Shit (some of that was thrown around too) Paisly Beyotch (hater sitting behind our table w/her group of haters w/turned to sweetums apparently when in public restrooms) Home Brew (what is brought INTO a nice establishment and passed around for all to gulp from and even pour into martini glasses) Things we learned: Bekk's house makes people get preggies upon staying overnight Bug had a "fucked up" root canal Handy wipes are needed after toasting a bagel and Harms loves bagels Parking meters do not in fact take pennies, nor do they take Mish's nickels if you are in Old Town M'ers makes GREAT home brew that was being gulped down like water in the middle of the Mojave desert Busted is not in fact the actress from the Fast and the Furious. Who knew?? Ex Lax is not, I ...

Maybe I shouldn't have opted to drive on the last day that I'd be having drinks for the next month or so, huh? boo! I am big dummy and I know it. Ah well, stoopid priorities... [kicking can on ground] These people are making me work today!!! Ack! The horror. I'll blog hop later. Someone please post something so I have some good reading and laughs await me after my nose comes back up from looking at stoopid form for a few hours. Jems, you were missed last night. M'ers needed a bit more testosterone to balance out the group and since you're one of the sexiest, toughest, manliest mens I know, I think you'd have been perfect! ;-)

Everyone knows I happen to have an affinity for Asian men (mostly really dig the half Asian/half other culture mix cuz they're amazingly attractive usually). Something about thier physical characteristics (ones like, Iron Chef America host, House of Flying Daggers dude, Brandon Lee, etc...) just catch my eye and I drool. It's OK, Lu knows this (insert sarcastic dig at me here) and knows it's just 'appreciation' not full blown lusting behind his back (hmm...). Ok, that being said, This dude (Takeshi Kaneshiro) is H..Ho...HOT! Holy smokes! You have to see House of Flying Daggers to really appreciate him though. Thanks for reminding me Jems. :-D This very scene prompted me to sit indian style in front of the huge flat screen TV at Best buy the other day because they were playing that movie on all thier TV's. I was so captivated that I just sat there (shoo'ing away the sales men that kept asking if I need help) for a good 10 minutes. ahh... *sigh* They're pr...

I love my guys (coworkers) so much and then some. I feel overwhelming love for them, especially after spending the day w/some of them today (road trip up to Pennsylvania for client site visit) and just feeling lucky that I get to be a part of such an amazing group of brains and personalities. Sometimes it just takes a period of insanity in my life to look around and realize that I'm highly blessed and that I have been spazzing out about ridiculously minimal things (well, in perspective). I also love my friends and family so hard. I'm having a 'high' and need to remember what it feels like and having a moment of massive appreciation that I want to be able to reread in the near future when I know I'll need it to remind me that this wedding planning won't actually drive me as crazy as I sometimes think it will. I guess everyone hates stress but I don't think I can keep the best perspective during the stressful moments. I can't wait till January.

So, Craig lives out in Kansas City and flies in to attend meetings or Holiday parties about 3 or so times a year (hopefully more eventually, once our company takes off) . Luckily (you'll see why in a minute) we have a pretty good rapport and I've found that he can't be easily offended. I'm emailing with Jemmy today in a moment when I was lacking motivation and wanted him to reply to my email. Well, luckily for me, Craig's email was the last one to hit my inbox (I say luckily because what if it was a client) when I decide to reply to Jemmy's email of: "Fuck it. I'll meet you there" Well, when I didn't hear back from Jems, I emailed him: "heh, you said 'fuck it'. where are you???" I never heard back from Jems and instead I hear a ding in my email box and I'm so embarrassed it hurts, to see Craig's email say: "-----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- Hash: SHA1 On Aug 23, 2005, at 14:18, Claudia wrote: heh, you said fuck ...

Holy inflatable penis! Luckily for Harms, Steph and I, there was a nutty bachelorette party out in Georgetown on Saturdady night and it made for much entertainment as we had a lil girls night out of our own. We started out at Sequoia's for dinner and drinks and then walked (in the oppressive heat and humidity) up to the main strip to a seafood bar/resteraunt for some more drinks. I look much much too excited in this pic. Almost disturbing. Speaking of disturbing, the girls are showing a lil appreciation to the prop. Lu's gonna love these pics. This big group of girls had a few props (including this huge inflatable penis) and were obviously celebrating their girlfriend's impending end of bachelorette days. We could tell who the bride was by the lovely sash, tiara and because she was super drunk and her clothes were trying to jump off of her body (though she looked like she could use a few extra sang'whiches so she had no curves for the clothes to really hang onto). Luck...

Here ya go sista. Sing w/confidence. heh. Wait, don't forget the convulsive dance moves too, preferably while driving... Shakira - La Tortura Lyrics [Sanz:] Ay payita mia, guardate la poesia Guardate la alegria pa'ti [Shakira:] No pido que todos los dias sean de sol No pido que todos los viernes sean de fiesta Tampoco te pido que vuelvas rogando perdon Si lloras con los ojos secos Y hablando de ella Ay amor me duele tanto [Sanz:] Me duele tanto [Shakira:] Que te fueras sin decir a donde Ay amor fue una tortura... Perderte [Sanz:] Yo se que no he sido un santo Pero lo puedo arreglar, amor [Shakira:] No solo de pan vive el hombre Y no de excusas vivo yo [Sanz:] Solo de errores se aprende Y hoy se que tuyo es mi corazon [Shakira:] Mejor te guardas todo eso A otro perro con ese hueso Y nos decimos adios No puedo pedir que el invierno perdone a un rosal No puedo pedir a los olmos que entreguen peras No puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal Y andar arrojando a los cerdos mile...

My head and heart have been all over the map for the past couple weeks, if not more, so I'm trying to put a new clarity back into my life. Starting today, I'm going to get my head back into my job. When I'm not super motivated and active here, I feel tremendously guilty because I really believe this company could benefit from my putting in more thought, time and effort into doing any little bit I can. That's one thing about working for a smaller company, you tend to believe in it more and really pull for the company to do well. At this point, it's not even for me or my financial bracket but for the guys here who pour their blood, sweat and tears into this place and if it does well, they can finally have that gratification that they've worked so hard towards. They've been nothing but loyal and good to me and I have to return that 3 fold and then some. Time to get my gears cranking again. I'm also starting a 'cleansing' kinda period today (I k...

Wow, the words to this song (La Tortura by Shakira and Alejandro Sanz), when translated to Engrish, are not quite as profound. Sounds more weird, definitely. Either way, I sing along and enjoy it. If you saw the video and saw her belly dancing, you'd understand how possibly scarey it is to drive by my car and see me dancing along to the song. THE TORTURE (English Translation) SHAKIRA: I'm not asking that every day be sunny I'm not asking that there be a party every Friday Nor do I ask you to come back begging forgiveness If you're crying with dry eyes, Speaking about her Oh my love, it hurts so much It hurts so much That you left without saying a word Oh my love, losing you was torture ALEJANDRO: I know I haven't been a saint But I can make it up to you SHAKIRA: Man doesn't live on bread alone Nor do I live on excuses ALEJANDRO: We only lea...

Thanks to Baby 'Nanners , I went out in search of what kind of kisser I am. Why not, it' s Friday, gloomy and I'm ready for the weekend... Part Passionate Kisser For you, kissing is about all about following your urges If someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of story You can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kisses A total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble Part Expert Kisser You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable What Kind of Kisser Are You? Yay, it's telling me that I'm good! I'm good! I think I...

So after a day like today, I thought it appropriate to dye my hair black. Doesn't that sound so 'teenage angst'ish? heh. Actually, my hair is naturally very dk. brown/black but w/the highlights that I had gotten last year and trying to take it back to dark a few times unsuccessfully with dk. brown hair dyes only for it to go back to having orangey streaks still coming through, I figured I'd just go back to black. Feels good. In my opinion it looks good but I know Harms and a couple other don't like it when my hair's black as night. Something about it being this black is empowering. Weird, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Well, at least I got rid of the 37 stark white strands that kept staring back at me in the mirror. Premature greying is very hereditary in my family and I'm not ready to be a salt and pepper head girl so I rely on Garnier to help a sista out. My whining has subsided. I went back and reread my earlier post and wow was it an...

I can't seem to motivate myself today and it's bad, worse than most days. I went from being giddy and energetic this morning to crashing and burning once noon hit. I woke up today and just hopped into one of my favorite pairs of pajama pants and tee shirt and drove on into work. Pajama pants! What's wrong with that logic? It was fine to do when I worked at home but I'm in the office now for cripey's sake! I can't focus on anything work related today either. This sucks! Maybe if I felt I had a more relevant role here at the company, I'd muster up some motivation to be a real team player today but again I find myself freaking out and asking myself what I'm going to do with my life. Shit, I think I drank too much coffee again. All I can think of is sugar right now and how I'm going to get my hands on some. I'm not particularly hungry, I just think I'm really addicted to sugar. When I went on Atkins a couple years back, I literally broke out into...

The Chunky Monkey has now left the building. I repeat, the chunky monkey is no longer in my house. What's the bad news? Well, it's now in my body, making it's way to my love handles because it met it's swift and painful demise in my stomach. *sigh* At least it's gone and now there is no more junk food in my house. mmmm, I can still taste it. Junk food will be the end of me. Gonna go feel angry at myself now.

Sushi satisfaction was attained. Gratzi and Muto Gratzi M'ers! He threatened to do this but did not. It would/could/should have been funny. This was not our sushi chef but he looks nice, doesn't he? I think next time I will in fact take my camera with me to eat sushi. Maybe start a sushi photo diary. Hmm... a thought. Not many profound thoughts though today because my caffiene trembles can't stop long enough to let me carry a thought to completion. Who would have thought I'd say this but... too... much... cafe. Think I'll go have a red bull now. Kidding of course. Of course, right? I want to go home now. I'm done with my work day. Well, I feel done. Not that I've 'done' much in terms of work but that's just how I feel, so there...

The smurfs are coming to theatres !!! Granted, not till like 2008 but still!!! I'm super excited about this! The smurfs where just my favorite cartoon for the longest time. Can you imagine how great the animation will be once this is worked on with all that CGI animation?

Me. I am will be the chunky monkey if I don't stop digging in this pint as if my hidden treasure were at the bottom. The treasure will end up on my bottom and that ain't no treasure to me! How am I going to lose the 15lbs I need to lose for the wedding in December if I keep eating shit like this? How? Crap! I'm having issues w/consistency in my discipline. Well, at least I'm going to go to the gym tonight, right? If Lu would have just gotten here on time and we'd have left for the gym (as planned) about 15 min ago, I would not have had this moment of weakness! I would have gone to the gym, kicked my ass on one of the cardio machines, done some resistance work, melted into the sauna and come home to eat a salad and felt great about it. I don't junk out after going to the gym. My body and conscious just won't let me. Damn the chunky monkey!!!

Heh, this one was just so funny so I had to post it for a giggle. I love Gallery of the Absurd and she really does look like a bony lil fly now. Sorry, that was my catty celebrity criticism for the day... that I'll share at least because I'll have more of these moments, they're just not noteworthy enough to share. It's sad that I even waste my own time with these moments of celebrity bashing, let alone anyone who stumbles upon this page...

This Natasha Bedingfield song "These words" is so addictive. Funny because when I first heard it, I thought, ugh, this song is silly and trying too hard. Well, obviously the trying works just fine because I'm hooked over here. I've downloaded it and have it on repeat and am sashaying my shoulders around as I'm dancing to it at my desk. Very happy and sweet song. Helps my tedious tasks for the day be injected w/a bit of fun. ahh.... On that note, I had to go out and buy another Shakira CD because my other one mysteriously disappeared. Of course, knowing my cousin Danny's affinity for all that is mine, I called him first when it went missing and he went into a huff about me accusing him every time something goes missing in our house. Well, yeah, nevermind the fact that every other time something went missing and I asked him where it was, he'd reply w/a a devilish giggle that 'what's mine is his'... Anyways, my rides into work have been much more...

I won't go into details here but Lu got into some serious trouble with me on Sat morning. He is usually an amazing, considerate, hard working, loving, doting, responsible man who really surpasses my expectations in all regards. But (you all knew that was coming) sometimes, he has moments of just (searching for word to not bash) disregard that I feel like maybe a rug was just violently pulled from underneathe me. That was Saturday morning and so I put my energy from frustration and worry into a productive one of cleaning and before we had a chance to say something neither of us meant, I went to spend some quality time (read: shopping) with MaMa-San. My Mom's a cure all for me. Well, she can cause me moments of complete insanity too but hey, noone's perfect, right? Point being, Lu knew he was 'in trouble' with me and I figured I'd let him stew over his actions to figure out what he wanted to do to remedy this situation that he brought upon himself. I don't mea...

EXCELLENT! Holy smokes, I laughed so damned hard in that theatre today, I thought I was going to rupture an organ! That $*&% was funny! This one's a keeper, no doubt. Yes, it is a bit crass but it was hilarious! Though, it really needed to be crass for the sake of comedy or it just wouldn't have been as effective in my opinion. The scene at the dinner table almost made me choke on a skittle. That's all I'm gonna say till most have seen it. What's hilarious is that though there were a few nekked booby shots, vulgar dialogue, countless sex references and so forth, we still managed to run into Lu's uncle and aunt. Priceless really considering I had just slapped his butt and was doing my rendition of one of the character's psychotic laughter. Wow, was I just being frowned upon from above or what? *head shake* But really, what were they doing watching that movie? Odd but, OK. I guess Vince Vaughn really does appeal to wide audiences.

As amusing (kinda) as it first was to post Sean Astin's horrifying pics in his fuscia speedos, it became just too unbearable to keep seeing his gawdy ass and bits and peices all on display. I had to just take the eye sore pics down. Maybe I"ll just photoshop the icky parts out and repost for memory's sake. [giggle] Jems and his baby J were kind enough to entertain me last night at their apt. and even treat me to some fine champagne. [slurp]. Though Jemmy sweetly bought some champagne before I got there and we sipped on it after we chilled it (in a shi shi champagne cooler), Baby J came home and gagged at our champagne and so kindly broke out some of the 'good stuff'. Funny cuz Jems was showing me the good 'off limit' bottles of 'spensive champagne that baby J so cruelly kept from him and I even took pics of the fine bottle but assumed it'd remain off limits. Apparently the Baby J has a soft spot for me and took pity on our sipping 'crap' (Je...

These pics are from May? Jems, when was this? He just finally got the pics to me. I love baseball games... when they're free... and I get to go with some of my favorite mens... and the drinks are a flowing... and I get to buy stuff.... and we have a camera... Jemmy Cakes. So damn cute... My Concubine and me...