One deputy is fired and another takes early retirement after an investigation into their computer activities.
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--- Serra said @ 3:08 AM | ---
2.06.2003
It's always been known, but now it's totally official... Courtney Love is a nasty ass bitch. (with droopy boobs) Jeebus jones, how can anyone allow someone to take such unflattering pictures of them? Did she not even look in the mirror before they took these? Did she not give a fuck about her makeup and hair? These pictures aren't even tasteful nudity, they're raunchy, bleeh. Someone please put this drugged up bitch out of her misery, please.
Moving on to other famous people, who out there saw the Michael Jackson interview? I have to side with MJ on this one, believe it or not. He had a fucked up childhood, one which he was abused and not even allowed to be a child, so now he is acting his childhood out, even though he's fourty four years old. I think it was terrible how he was attacked in the interviews, especially by some british guy who has probably never had a day of abuse or neglect in his life... naturally he wouldn't understand Michael. I understand him, really I do. I really understand the skin thing, since my skin is all fucked up.
People really should just leave Michael alone, he's had enough drama in his life. I believe him about how he says he doesn't do anything sexual or bad to the kids. I really do believe that he is just an overgrown kid himself, he has some kind of psychological problem that makes him regress to childhood. He's different, he's odd, but he isn't a monster. He may have went a little bit overboard on his face (and not been honest about it), but he is still a good person. I admit, I'm going to have plastic surgery to remove my scars and maybe have a few things changed, whenever I get the money. There is totally nothing wrong with wanting to enhance a few things, if they really bother you. Though I agree that MJ kinda fucked shit up, poor guy.
Anyway, not much happened last night, I mostly chilled and played pool at The Pigskin, since there was a hippy band over at Pawpurr's. I talked to the cute bouncer (Tim) for a while. He has the most gorgeous light brown eyes that you could ever want to see. I've mentioned this before, he's about the only person that I can look in the eyes, and only because his are so mesmerizing. Then I talked to the bouncer that I talked to there the other night (but he was off duty last night), named Evan. He's twenty one, but he has the cutest baby face, and a great chest, which was greatly shown off by the way that his sweater hung off of him.
Then I went up to Evolution with one of my bar friends and talked to Zac (bouncer) for a little bit, told him that I would come to one of his hockey games in a few weeks, since he's a star hockey player up there (weighing in at 5'7", 150lbs, and hot as hell). It was a rather boring evening, a little more subdued than I was looking for, but it happens. I decided to not go out tonight, since I woke up and felt a bit shitty from the flu I have, which I thought that I was almost rid of. My throat was hurting, probably a result of how cold it has been, and walking from bar to bar. So I'm just going to sit here and catch up on Buffy and Angel for the rest of the night, and try to do some more of the internet shit that I keep putting off.
And why in the hell did I have a dream about Colin Farrell last night, only he had reeeally light green eyes. I'm not even a real fan of his work, though I have seen quite a few of his interviews recently, and love his accent. Alright, he's not a bad looking guy, either.
--- Serra said @ 11:29 PM | ---
2.05.2003
Last night wasn't quite as subdued at Pawpurr's as I thought that it would be, at least not towards the end of the night. I forgot that it was fifty cent draft night, oops. At about eight thirty, I was sitting at the bar with an empt seat my left and right. These girls came in, got a drink, and then sat on the stage platform which was behind me, that is only like one foot and a half off of the ground. So I got up and told them that if they wanted to sit together at the bar (there was nowhere else to sit in the place), that I would scoot down so that they could have two seats together. They were so happy about that, now I know y'all can't say that I'm not a nice person.
Then later on, I let some girl go to the bathroom before me, since there was a line, and she really had to piss. After that, I unclogged a toilet, and then helped one of the bouncers clear some of the empty bottles. I was talking to several people and had a damn perma-grin smeared on my face for the whole night. I don't know where my being so social came from, but it was nice. I played pool with a cute guy that was really good (he was my partner and we played against other guys) and we won six games in a row, until he fucked up a shot and lost it for us. It was fun, and I was about done with playing anyway, so it's all good. I also busted my knuckles on the pool table, which sucks, cause that shit really hurts.
I forgot to record Buffy last night, since I was in such of a rush to get out of the house, since I never have any peace and quiet here. Now I have to download it on Kazaa, and it's going slower than fuck. Anyway, who the hell just came here looking for "joe millionaire serra"? That's some weird shit, isn't it? I find the strangest shit in my search requests, like this. I don't know how people find my site through some of these searches, I really have to think about what I've written, you know? It's interesting, that's for sure. And everyone coming here looking for pics of Ryan Merriman needs to go here. That's where the money shot of him shirtless is, I love to help y'all out.
Oh oh, but you have to hear this, it was the highlight of my evening last night. I was walking through the bar and see Robb, but I only looked at him through the corner of my eye and I didn't say anything to him, since he was talking to a couple of guys and girls. I try not to interrupt guys just to say hello, especially if they're talking to girls. So anyway, I get past him, and all of the sudden someone grabs my hand. I turn around, with the vodoo death darts look on my face, cause I don't like it when people grab me from behind... and it was Robb! I immediately plastered a smile across my face, as he said "Hey, how's it goin?", as he always does. I told him that it was going good and asked him how he was doing, listened to his reply, and then moved on.
I was so giddy after that point, was thinking about that up unitl I went to sleep, and some other choice things about Robb as well. If you don't remember: Robb is 20, 6'7", 250lbs, spiked black hair, brown eyes, and used to work at Evolution. In other words, he's pretty fucking perfect, and he says that he's "porportionate". Long story with that one, was hilarious, might have to repost about that sometime. I've never been with him or anything, so it's nothing like that. Anyway, I was just so stoked since Robb went out of his way to say hello to me. He never does that, usually we exchange hellos if we're in the same bar and happen to make eye contact. He fucking grabbed my hand, through the crowd, just to say something to me! I feel like a teenager, this is really sad, haha.
I'd really like to talk to him sometime, we never really get to talk about anything deep, we just usually talk about light stuff. However, we have had a couple of somewhat deeper conversations. And I beat him at pool once, and it was double bank the eight ball, it was a good game. I've told him that he's gorgeous a couple of times, and he's so modest about it, he doesn't think that he's as beautiful as he really is. I mean, he's not like David Boreanaz hot or anything, but he is reeeally good looking (at least to me). Oh my, three paragraphs about Robb, wouldn't he be shocked? I actually wouldn't mind if he read this site, I think that if certain people from Athens read this place, it would put a whole new perspective on what they think of me.
However, we're not going to give this url to anyone in real life until I know that I can trust them. Maybe I'll trust Robb one of these days, I almost feel that I can, but we're going to hold off for a little bit. Now I'm just rambling and drooling, so let's just move on. My dreams were all fucked up, once again, last night. I kept dreaming that I was playing pool, so that shows you how much pool I played last night. Then I had a dream that I had a crab stuck to me, on my side, and I couldn't get the damn thing off. Then I had some weird kind of dream about going on some kind of camping trip with some kind of girls organization, and I wasn't getting along with the girls. I had a couple of more dreams, but they're a little bit fuzzy.
Oh fuck, only an hour and a half until I have to start getting ready to go out, this is sooo not good. I woke up really late, since I've not been getting as much sleep recently. I really am getting tired of going out though, but nights like last night make it worth it, when I talk to new people and feel like part of the crowd. I can't believe how nice people were last night, it was a really good night. I hope that tonight goes really well, I don't think that there will be as many people there, but that's alright. I hope that Robb is there, so I can at least push my little line between fantasy and reality.
--- Serra said @ 5:34 PM | ---
2.04.2003
I was just watching XFiles reruns, "The ghosts who stole Christmas" episode, actually. Yeah, you're really a geek whenever you watch XF and you know the names of the episodes. Damn, I loved that show, why did they have to go and fuck it up? Before I was obsessed with David Boreanaz, I was obsessed with David Duchovny. They have to be the two finest looking married men alive, damn. Anyway, I'm just on here for a few minutes, killing some time before I figure out what to wear and get ready to go out.
I haven't been getting out of the house much, as you know, but I think that I'm about over this flu thing. I hate taking cold meds, so I didn't take any for it, so it has lasted forever. Everything in my horoscope indicates that tonight could be a good night, so I might as well go out and try to have a nice evening. It should be pretty subdued at the club tonight during happy hour, though I have seen some tuesdays that have looked like fridays. Eh, that's all for now, I have to paint my nails and figure out what to wear within the next thirty minutes.
--- Serra said @ 6:33 PM | ---
2.03.2003
As soon as I figured out that I've gained 3 pounds in the past week, I went to the kitchen and started to eat even more like a pig. I'm taking this gaining weight thing very seriously. I would work out to try to keep my muscles really toned, as they are, but I'm afraid that might make me lose some of the weight that I've put on. I'm just happy that I've gained about 8 pounds since the beginning of the year. I think it's been close to that much, but it just doesn't seem like it, does it? I think that I'll make my goal of gaining 20lbs by the end of the year, yay!
I watched Veritas & Joe Millionaire & the last half hour of City of Angels, and I have to get ready to watch my recorded Boston Public, which was on at the same fucking time as Veritas! Then I have to watch Unfaithful and Someone like you, which I rented. Sooo, I have a lot of fucking tv stuff going on tonight. I decided not to go out till tomorrow, so might as well stay in and watch some videos, my horoscope said to anyway.
I was watching some stuff about the astronauts, some interviews that they did, actually. They were so happy, and thrilled, and just walking on clouds about their whole experience up there. And I was thinking about it, as some out there have said, we should all be so lucky as to die doing something that we really love. They loved being up there... and I'm sure that they're not at all upset that they went out like that. I'm sure that if you would have asked them what would happen if they were to die in a crash, I'm sure they would have said that it would be alright, since it was doing something that they love. You know what I mean, so please don't take any of this wrong.
Anyway, finally the "mercenary" Melissa got booted off of Joe Millionaire. I didn't like her two faced ass, and I think that she almost cried at the end cause she thought that she was going to be missing out on all that money. And Sarah, miss "I could get used to this", never even talks about Evan... she just thinks about everything that he supposedly has. Zora is the best out of all of them, though I'm not sure of her true motives, I'm sure that she is pretty up front. Lovely how Sarah started sucking up to Zora at the end, even though she was mouthing about her with Melissa earlier. Gaaah, those girls (minus Zora) make me sick.
I haven't been going out much recently, not sure what the problem with me is. I shall be going out tomorrow night, most likely to a nice and quiet happy hour, since I don't have much money and I don't want to be around a huge bunch of people. I feel myself changing, it's rather odd. It's like I'm starting to think differently than I ever have before. Perhaps I'll go into it another time, but I'm going to play some hearts and dominoes for now, then go watch my movies.
--- Serra said @ 11:32 PM | ---
2.02.2003
Yeah they know how dangerous it is, the whole space travel thing... just like we know how dangerous driving, smoking, and all kinds of other shit is. But the thing is, we don't think it'll ever happen to us, just like I'm sure they thought. We're all so sure that the really bad shit won't happen to us, a little bit too sure. This proves that it really can, and that we need to think about that kind of thing more often.
I still feel so bad about everything that happened with the shuttle, almost to the point of crying, so I don't see why people are bitching at me. It's not like I'm being mean or I don't care or something, I actually feel really bad.
Try to tell me that it doesn't make you want to cry when you see the patch on the ground here. I know that it makes me very upset...
--- Serra said @ 4:20 AM | ---
I know who wins Joe Millionaire. If you want to know, either email me or you can figure out for yourself how I found out about it, which shouldn't be tooooo hard. I was so stoked when I found out, I had to run home and tell Mikey, before anyone else told him. That's sad when you have to run home to tell one of your blog friends and your blog, lol.
--- Serra said @ 4:04 AM | ---
