Fun with Porn – Vol 1
Most of you have heard the story. My boss's adult son (over 50 years old) downloaded a ton of porn on my work computer, including a video of him masturbating in my office chair. Thankfully he doesn't live in my boss's house but he is there quite often.
He is currently in town and I've spent the last few weeks cleaning up viruses from various porn sites. Today, after finding the hundredth round of gay porn ON HIS MOTHER'S COMPUTER, I decided to FINALLY tell him that if he looks at porn again I will tell his mother AND show her the in depth file I've been keeping of all the images and movies he's downloaded.
I then decided to have some MS Paint fun!
Ahhhh you can almost hear the cocoNUTS dropping from the tree.

If only he hadn't tried the iced tea. IT'S ALWAYS THE ICED TEA

A whole new meaning to doggy style
This one I have no reason for. It's horrible
Yogi Bear on chat roulette:
I was probably doomed anyway.
My friend Cy posted on her tumblr a link to this article on The Daily Beast about the 15 Signs You'll Get Divorced.
1. If you're a woman who got married before the age of eighteen, your marriage faces a 48 percent likelihood of divorce within ten years.
Phew! I'm an old maid and now proud of it!
2. If you're a woman who wants a child—either a first child or an additional child—much more strongly than your spouse does, your marriage is more than twice as likely to end in divorce as the marriages of couples who agree on how much they do or don't want a child.
FirstName LastName and I are both pretty "maybe" about kids.
3. If you have two sons, you face a 36.9 percent likelihood of divorce, but if you have two daughters, the likelihood rises to 43.1 percent.
Okay so just one child. Got it.
(Note To Sister: YOU'RE SCREWED)
4. If you're a man with high basal testosterone, you're 43 percent more likely to get divorced than men with low testosterone levels.
Have FirstName LastName's testosterone levels checked - DONE
If too high start feeding him ridiculous amounts of soy. I don't give a crap how many people say men who eat a lot of soy don't have testosterone problems, I know 4, all who were vegetarians as children, who do!
5. If your child has been diagnosed with ADHD, you are 22.7 percent more likely to divorce before that child turns eight years old than parents of a child without ADHD.
Explains my parents divorce. THANKS TO MY BROTHER! Woo Hoo, not my fault after all!
6. If you are currently married but have cohabited with a lover other than your current spouse, you are slightly more than twice as likely to divorce than someone who has never cohabited.
Crap.
7. If you didn't smile for photographs early in life, your marriage is five times more likely to end in divorce than if you smiled intensely in early photographs.
Ummmm, I think I'm okay - (1, 2, 3, 4)
8. If your child has died after the twentieth week of pregnancy, during labor, or soon after labor, you are 40 percent more likely to divorce than if you had not lost a child.
TBD.
9. If you're a woman who has recently been diagnosed with cancer or multiple sclerosis, your marriage is six times more likely to end in divorce than if your husband had been diagnosed with those diseases instead.
'Cause men are shady bastards and can't deal when people get sick. **Fingers Crossed**
10. If you're a Caucasian woman and you're separated from your spouse, there's a 98 percent chance that you'll be divorced within six years of that separation; if you're a Hispanic woman, the likelihood is 80 percent; if you're an African-American woman, the likelihood is 72 percent.
Kill Whitey!
11. If you're a dancer or choreographer, you face a 43.05 percent likelihood of divorce, compared with mathematicians, who face a 19.15 percent likelihood, and animal trainers, who face a 22.5 percent likelihood.
Guess I'm going back to school to be a mathematician. 2 + 2 is still 4, right?
12. If you're a farmer or rancher, you face only a 7.63 percent likelihood of divorce, joined by other low-risk occupations such as nuclear engineers, who face a 7.29 percent likelihood, and optometrists, who face a mere 4.01 percent likelihood.
Fuck numbers! I am going to become a cow optometrist!
13. If either you or your spouse have suffered a brain injury, your marriage faces a 17 percent chance of ending in divorce.
Does spinal meningitis here?
14. If you're an African-American woman, your first marriage has a 47 percent likelihood of ending in divorce within ten years; for Hispanic women, the likelihood is 34 percent; for Caucasian women, it's 32 percent; for Asian women, it's 20 percent.
Hrmph.
15. If you're a woman serving actively in the military, your marriage is 250 percent more likely to end in divorce than that of a man serving actively in the military.
Thankfully, that will never be a problem. Also, men suck. They don't stick around when things get tough!
Do you know where that comes out of?!?!?!
I got to work about 15 minutes ago (Time check: 10:45 AM. Yes my "real job" rules) and logged into Facebook to check the comings and goings of my friends during the night.
Before I tell you what I found I should explain a bizarre phenomenon. Despite the fact I grew up in fairly bustling suburb near Sacramento and went to a large(ish) high school nearly every single person I was close friends with as a teenager is married and/or has kids at the ripe ol' age of 25-26. In fact I know only of one other person from that era who is childless and unmarried but she's been with the same person for approximately 7 years.
As I was saying, I logged into Facebook and ended up having the following conversation.
There are two things I can not stand. The "childfree movement" and people who think their entire life is wrapped up in having their children (God I love Garfunkel and Oates). I really wanted to be a bitch and remind her she got knocked up at 19 and missed out on her youth but that would have completely invalidated my point.
Don’t listen to Milli Vanilli, baby forget my number!
Man have I been busy lately! My date auction went very well last night. A friend from my running group had a moment of insanity (or pity!) and bought me for $170. We raised around $2000 last night for Project Open Hand and for my first charity event I think it went rather well!
With all my planning and fundraising I didn't have time to share when the Work Boyfriend called earlier this week!!!
I've successfully avoided my Work (Ex-)Boyfriend over the last few months. So imagine my surprise when on Tuesday night I received THIS VOICEMAIL.
1. Yes my voicemail is freaky. It reads your name off your caller id (or the name I have you saved in my phone as if I've connected it) and says "[Name], Amanda is unavailable right now" in a soothingly haunting voice. EVERYONE tells me it's creepy so I love it!
2. We've barely spoken in the last three months. Why would he call me out of the blue?
3. Ummmm "I'm downstairs from where you are" is very very very creepy.
4. I was on a 3 mile run with my running group. I'm not quite sure where he thought I was but.......
Filed Under: Creep City
So we laughed/ Compared notes/ We had a drink /We had a smoke/ She took off her over coat
I feel like I'm dating Tiffany.
Now don't get me wrong I haven't switched teams or anything, it's just Tiffany and I have been spending a lot of time together. She conned me into signing up for a 3 month 1/2 Marathon Training with Marathon Matt , on our cross training days we're swimming at North Beach Swimming Pool together, we hiked Angel Island on Sunday, we're working on a writing project together, we are both contemplating moves to New York, we're looking into sailing classes together, she doesn't know it yet but I'm going to make her go to some whiskey festivals with me, and I have been talking to her for about 3 hours straight over IM.
We're like seriously dating.
I'd say Tiffany and I have been strictly party friends over the almost 4 years we've known each other. On my birthday this year when, for one reason or another, only one of my friends showed up to my birthday happy hour Tiffany rescued me from an extremely depressive day and got me rip roaring drunk. During our booze fest, Tiffany and I really got to talking. We both share a lot of the same frustrations; feeling like we both have an abundance of party friends who rarely want to try new things or new places outside of San Francisco, meeting men who suffer from Peter Pan Syndrome, a lack of much desired travel, feeling trapped at work, etc. We realized we balance each other out; she's an insane optimist with a fun loving spirit and I'm a self-proclaimed "realist who has a lot of bad stuff happen to them" who over plans everything.
All of this talking with Tiffany helped me realize why I'm so fucking hung up on the latest person to dump me. It's incredibly hard to find someone who shares your values, life ambitions, goals, etc especially in a large city. The last guy I dated had a really strong respect for family, ambitions in life, desire to travel, interests that went beyond drinking, a heavy interest in drinking, etc. I think I understood 90% of his thought processes and I thought he would appreciate my extremely thoughtful nature that softens the blow from the rest of my quirks. All of these things are incredibly important to me and definitely something I'm looking for in a future partner. I still feel like I'm sitting around wondering what the fuck happened but for now I'm thankful to have a new significant other who helps inspire me to be the person I always thought I would be.
</dorkylovenotetoTiffany>
The curse of the work boyfriend.
I have a Work Boyfriend. My Work Boyfriend and I don't actually work together as he works for the building my bosses live in and I work in their house nor is he my boyfriend. I call him my Work Boyfriend because he has always taken a bizarre interest in my life. Unlike his colleagues, who I casually chit chat with as I come and go, he asks in-depth questions and remembers minute details the way a boyfriend should. He also carries heavy packages into my office for me but that's his job.
About a month ago as I was leaving work he asked if at some point I wanted to grab drinks with him. Since I often grab beers with the other guys he works with, and I'm not attracted to him in anyway, I thought nothing of it. When he arrived at the bar my friend Tabitha and I were at three sheets to the wind with another co-worker of his in tow I still thought nothing of it. When he began putting his hand on my knee, brushing my hair out of my eyes, and touching my lower back I realized he thought something of it. With each move he made I forcibly removed whatever body part of his was touching me and asked him to stop. It was very uncomfortable.
With each passing second it became very apparent he believed we were not just grabbing beers. When last call finally came I poured myself into a cab only to have him invite himself right in. I placed my bag and jacket between the two of us on the seat, positioned myself staring out my window with a cell phone prominently displayed as a distraction, and sternly informed the cab driver there would be two stops. I said nothing to him the entire ride home.
Flash forward a month to present day. I have been lucky enough to avoid contact with him since the incident at the bar. On Monday he somehow learned it was my birthday and made an effort to track me down to invite me out Wednesday night. I told him I thought I was busy and I didn't think it was a good idea in general. My bad for not outright saying no but I'm terrible at rejecting people.
Last night, Wednesday, at 1:03 AM I received this text:
Amanda, I know i said i would take u out 2nite, but im drunk already. Maybe we shoud wait? unless u wanna come 2 the inner richmond?
Note To Men: On top of not drunk texting in the middle of the night to break tentative plans with a girl, learn to listen and read signals. Also, don't abbreviate the word you to u, too or to to 2, are to r, etc, etc, etc when texting or e-mailing.
God I hope he thought they were moist towelettes
The apartment I'm staying in with my 2 eighty year old bosses while we're in Paris is a beautiful tri-level ode to IKEA. The slightly senile husband keeps forgetting his room is downstairs from the main floor and not upstairs where I have the master suite which spans the entire floor. He keeps going up there thinking it's his room to look for things. We've been here roughly 28 hours and so far I've caught him:
1. Going through my closet convinced he put his red duffel bag in there somewhere. I politely reminded him his room (which has a giant dialysis machine in the center) looks nothing like mine and his duffel bag was, in fact, still downstairs in HIS closet.
2. Getting undressed in the middle of my room so he could change into pajamas.
3. Laying down in my bed to take a nap.
4. Using my bathroom.
If this situation wasn't already awkward enough when he used my bathroom my open makeup bag was sitting on an eye level shelf in front of the sink. What is so bad about that you ask? The top layer of my makeup bag is condoms. This layer is a mixture of Beyond Sevens and Thin Magnums (a girl can dream, right?). God, I hope he thought they were moist towelettes.
Kill me.
Note to Men & Women: Read the wikipedia article about condoms. The pictures amuse me to no end.
I’m really just not an animal person.
I once accidentally went out on a date with a co-worker. I thought he was inviting me out for dinner as "buddies" but when he showed up on my doorstep with flowers I realized he had gotten the wrong idea about my intenitons. We went to dinner, out to a party, and concluded the night with him walking me to my door. He caught me off guard when I thought he was going in for a hug and planted a kiss on me. I pulled away quickly and cited reasons like "oh we work together" and "I don't want to ruin our friendship". Take a cue from the ever miserable relationship propaganda book "He's Just Not That Into You", if someone likes you enough they'll kiss you back and no reason will stop them. He kept pressing the issue and trying to kiss me while I frantically scrambled for my keys. I was seconds away from freedom when he leaned in really close, traced my collar bone with his finger seductively, and slowly whispered "C'mon baby I just want to pet the kitty".
Note To Men: Calling the vagina the "kitty" is not hot.





