Bums, like gas station attendants and lesbians, dig me.

I have an appeal that most find unconventional, but that gas station attendants and lesbian dig. I mean, the best pickup lines that have ever been used on me have been delivered by one of the above. Sometimes Taco Bell employees take a shinin' to the ole Bogda as well, but they have the lamest pick up lines. One time, while driiving through Hillsboro Texas, I stoped at a Taco Bell for a taco (I know, that was a real curve ball, wasn't it?). While I am waiting for said taco, Jackass McGee behind the counter says "that's a really nice sweater". "Thanks" I says in reply. "Did you make it yourself?" How do you respond to that? I mean, it's not like the sweater was bedazzled or covered in puffy paint, it was just a plain, roll-neck, green sweater. I just sort of stared at this idiot while he smiled at me, thinking that maybe he was kidding, but he wasn't. "Uh......no... I bought this sweater...I don't know how to knit." I says. "Oh...well it just looks really good on you...here's your party taco and your Coke." says Mr. Wonderful. "Thanks." I said in reply, then I left. Did you make it yourself? I mean seriously, what an assmonger. Anyway, back to my fan base. Gas station attendants have flirted with me ever since college, one even propositioned me for sex. Of course, I said "no thanks", and I stand by that decision to this day. Cause he was gross. And smelly. And dirty. And like, 20 years older than me. Gross. But my gas-jockeys have consistenly been there to make me feel like a woman, and now I can add pan-handling bums to that list as well. "But Bogda, how did you come to this conclusion?" you may be asking yourself right now. Based on my lunch break, ye of little faith! So, I'm walking to Subway to get me a nice Turkey samich, and some Doritos, and I walk by this round, toothy (but not in a good way) bum, and he starts acting like I'm freakin' Elle McPhereson or something. "Oh honey, you are BEAUTIFUL! Oh my God, good Lord mama! It was worth it to get up this morning just to see you today! You don't have to give me no money por nothin', just seeing you is more than enough...etc, etc." As I was walking off, I told the guy I would be back after lunch with some money for him. So, I goes to Subway, I eats my samich and chips, and I start walking back. For a minute or 2, I think, just walk on the other side of the street, that way you don't have to give him any money. But then I started to thinkin' that if I stood this bum up, maybe he would turn into a mad, spitting-type bum who hassled me everytime I wanted to go West on M street. I was in a tight spot; avoid bum and possible get spit at tomorrow, or go back and give bum money and stay in his good (and probably crazy) graces. I choose to give Toothy some cash. I was back towards the office, and I see my man, all curled up on his empty milk crate with his cup of change. He stands up and comes over to me, all smiling, saying "Hello, Sunshine!" I gave him 2 bucks and said "I told you I would be back, didn't I?" Then he smiled and kissed my hand. What a gentleman. I guess having someone make you feel like the most exquisit creature that walked the Earth is worth 2 bucks, even if he is a bum.

Shitfuckhelldamn! It's snowing like nuts!

10:26 AM
Guess what? It's snowing like nuts up here in the DC area. I woke up this morning, and it was chilly in the hotel room. Oh yeah...I still live in the Vermont St. Residence Inn since the movers have yet to arrive with my goods. I miss my goods so much, especially my bed. God, I love my bed. The Residence Inn is okay all around, but the bed they have provided me is like a bad relationship; I just keep coming back to it, but neither of us is happy about it. Evil bitch-queen bed, I shoulda never gotten involved with you! Anyway, back to the subject. I wake up this morning, and it's chilly. Chilly, not cold. I take the morning shower I so love taking, and it starts raining outside. No big deal, just a wee bit of rain. Breakfast happens, then I call the valet to bring my car around. Oh yes...I valet...since RTC is picking up the hotel bill (I also watch alot of pay-per-view). So, I'm waiting outside for the Shark, and it is gettign colder by the minute. It's still raining, but not heavily. All of the sudden...BAM! It's snowing! No transition rain/snow bullshit...SNOW! I have never seen a change so fast in my life. Superman can't change from Clark Kent that fast...I mean damn! So it's snowing, and that's kinda cool, cause maybe that means we'll get to leave work early. I get the Shark, drive to work, then settle into my cube. Now, my cube is pretty cool. It's regular cube size, but I face a window, so I can see what the weather id doing. Now here I am, wokring dilligently on some changes on a Weight Watchers project...and the snow starts coming down in sheets. Sheets. I have never been in a blizzard, but this is probably how they start. It was like snow was being hurtled down from some vengeful God, it was that violent. I couldn't get anything done, I was too busy eyeballing the crazy snow.

1:50 PM
Aremgeddon has been narrowly averted...the devil snow has stopped. Unfortunately, I think we will have to work a full day. Nuts to that! We have these windows that are in the back of our cubes, and they are at a bit of an angle. Snow has piled up on these badboys, and every now and then...snow slides of the windows...making an eerie scuttling sound. It completely creeped me out earlier.

2:01 PM
Alright my pretties, Blogda has to pretend to work. Love, luck and lollipops,

La Blogda