Bull$it baffles brains and I’m happy to say the recruiter gave me a big shinny thumbs up and I was all set to meet my prospective employers.

On the morning of “the interview” I was super prepared, resume in hand, wearing my very best corporate costume. Pressed and cleaned and ready to impress. One last look in the mirror and I realized that I had visible panty lines. Not a problem. All I needed was to dawn a slinky pair of g-string panties.

I am actually not a big fan of the g-string panty. Never have been. For God’s sake any women who tells me that it is actually comfy to have a one centimeter strap of fabric riding up their butt is a liar.

I will concede that the human body has amazing adaptive abilities. We routinely turn a blind eye to bad sex, annoying neighbors, uncomfortable shoes and the small aches and pains within our own bodies. So why not suck up (literally) the thong panty?

Is There Anything Worse Than Visible Panty Lines?

When the outfit demands a clean line all a decent woman can do is slip on that thong, grin and bear it. However when that same decent woman has neglected her washing we are now in a preverbal pickle. All my butt-floss was in the laundry!

What would you do? I come from a very nice family and the thought of being in some sort of car crash, taken away to the hospital and being on an operating table only to have Dr. McDreamy find out that I am not wearing clean underwear is absolutely unacceptable. So I stuck with the big and ugly granny panties, drove across town, stood in a parking lot and promptly removed those sexless atrocities. Feeling rather naughty I slipped them neatly into my purse.

Yes. I actually went to a job interview “commando”. Let me tell you... It was entirely freeing! Where I might have been overly conscious of the words I was saying, the impression I was giving and they way I carried my body all I could do was l think about my dirty little secret.

With a smug little smile on my face I sat in front of a panel of four men, answered all of their questions in a polite and professional manner. All the while squirming in my seat.

For God’s sake I Love having a dirty little secret.

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This is Ricsson, standing beside the baby crib.

I love children. I have many children growing up with me. They are my nieces and nephews. Thomas is the smallest in the family before my children were born. After my marriage, my sister gave me her baby crib (since she would not be using it anymore; she has two children and she did not intend to have anymore). The baby crib was pink in colour and it was made of wood. It was rather big. At that time, I was not even conceived yet. This wooden crib of hers seemed to bring 'unclean spirits' into the home. She told me stories about this pink crib, saying the music on it would 'switch on' by itself and sound during the night. That was her Boon Lay home, when the crib was being placed there. During those days, many strange things happened to my home also, for example the bamboo rods in the kitchen would dropped by itself, the cooker hood lighting also lighted by itself. It was thrown away soon.

After two years of marriage, I was pregnant. This time, Thomas had grown up. His crib was no longer needed and his mother gave it to me. It was again a wooden crib, but this time, it was made of oakwood. It was a single drop side crib and it was smaller than the pink wooden crib which my sister had given me. But it was much better. Ricsson and Clara slept in the crib drinking milk together!

It was a scary experience the first time I received things from my sister. Aunty Mary told me about spiritism, saying that spirits would follow the objects of the person. I related this experience and told her about this. I am still not too sure if this is totally correct, because right now I still have other things which my sister gave me, but everything was fine so far. I only have Jesus who 'told' me he is everywhere now.

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Monserrat Morilles, 26, surprised subway riders all week stripping to skimpy underwear, but she refused tips.

She said she was protesting a lack of tolerance in Chile, one of Latin America's most conservative societies where the first generation since the Pinochet dictatorship is reaching adulthood.

"This is just a beginning. We are starting an idea here that will grow and be developed further," she told Reuters as police and subway guards surrounded her.

Monserrat Morilles (black jacket).

The professional pole dancer worked quickly all week to avoid arrest, getting on at one station, finding a subway car with no children on it and stripping in time to exit at the next station.

Chilean media dubbed her "La Diosa del Metro" or Subway Goddess. She called her performances "happy minutes."

"Chile is still a pretty timid country," said her manager Gustavo Pradenas. "People aren't very extroverted and we want to take aim at that and make Chile a happier country."

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We think this bitch is crazy....BUT...Good on here though! She has balls! And we at WTFBlog LOVE balls!

When I left their work and got to the terminal, I realized my bus wasn't going to come for another hour, so I decided that I'll just walk home, it's fifteen blocks away, maybe more.

I'm walking la de da, listening to The Horrorpops. I noticed this really older native guy that looked really dirty was walking across the street from me, and he always seemed to be like directly across from me, no matter how slow or quick my pace was. I never really thought anything of it though.

I couldn't really hear much as I was blasting my iPod in my ears, but all of a sudden I heard a scream on the other side of me. Not across the street where the man was standing, but on my other side. I stopped and looked around in the direction I heard it from but I didn't really see anything, and thought that maybe it was just a part in my music I had never heard before.

When I gave up on trying to figure out what the hell the scream was, I put my headphones back in and turned to start walking. I saw that the native guy was still right across the street from me, and that he had stopped as well. He was talking on his cell phone and I tried to not think anything of it. I always try to think the best of people.

As I'm walking la de da again, this car pulls up to me really quickly, I thought they were just going to the car shop thing, but I realized they were trying to talk to me, but I couldn't hear them through my music so I pulled my headphones out. There were two old ladies in the car, the one driving was the one speaking to me.

Me - Pardon? Are you talking to me?

Her - Yes! Are you alright?!??

Me - Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

Her - That guy is following you!

Me - What?!? Really?!??

Her - We've been watching him for a while, he crosses to your side, than back to the other side, than back to your side, than back to the other. So are you alright?

Me - Well now I'm not! I'm fucking scared now!

Her - Well where are you going?

Me - Home, it's a few blocks up that way, than a couple turns and I'm there.

Her - Would you like a ride?

Me - No thank you, I never get into cars with strangers.

Her - Are you going to be safe?

Me - I think I will. My cellphone is under password protection, but the main screen is where you type the password in and it will instantly call the cops if I hit send.

Her - Okay, try to be safe! Bye!

Me - Thank you for telling me! :]

So after the old ladies spoke to me, I continued walking. I looked over my shoulder a couple times to see if he was still there, but I couldn't find him. I also had to cross the street to the side I mainly saw him on to get home. When I crossed the street, first thing I did was go into 7-11.

When I was in 7-11, a family was buying slurpees, and the first thing I grabbed was a Diet Pepsi. I put it on the counter while the people were paying, and I ran to go see if I could see the guy.

I saw him hiding behind a garbage can, and when he saw me, he walked behind 7-11, which is the way I have to go to go home. I went back into 7-11 and bought my drink. And was getting ready to leave, with my cellphone in hand ready to call the cops.

When I walked out, I slowly crept up behind 7-11 and saw the man hiding behind some bushes, and he started coming out of the alley when he saw me. I walked as fast as I could and dove into 7-11, the guy followed me this time, and he was about to come in, but I know everyone that works in 7-11 as my mom goes there all the time to buy coffee, and I was telling them what happened, and the guy saw me telling them and when I saw him just outside the door, I pointed to him and he ran.

I seriously can't wait to move, fuck. I was in tears, embarrassingly enough. A girl should never cry in public, but it was one of those situations you can't really help it.

Obama said to Bernie Mac that he was only kidding around when he told him to shut up, but Barky's campaign people realized Obama made a faux pas and apologized for him.  BO is an imbecile... worse than Bush!

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080712/ap_on_el_pr/obama_bernie_mac;_ylt=AmGSLhMfRx8ycIPIuFko8Hkb.3QA

About 15 minutes later, Obama tried to smooth things over with a joke of his own.

"We can't afford to be divided by race. We can't afford to be divided by region or by class and we can't afford to be divided by gender, which by the way, that means, Bernie, you've got to clean up your act next time," Obama said. "This is a family affair. By the way, I'm just messing with you, man."

He also puts his hands out and pretends he's turning a key every time he see's keys.

& the man himself:

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Everyone hates salesmen. Thanks to poor depictions of the vocation from Hollywood and our own first-hand experiences with that sleazy, only-out-to-make-a-buck sales rep, just the mention of the title turns what would normally be a potential customer into someone with full defenses up.

And what do these salesmen do for a living? Of course! They sell. And it's called sales. It all gets lumped into that 'hate to think about it', 'wouldn't want to do it for a living', 'have no use for it' pile of unmentionables.

But consider this...what business could survive without a sales effort? Look around you. Everything you see has been sold at some point. Sometimes more than once before it reached you. Without the sales effort, business today would cease to be.

So, how do you sell without selling? After all, as the adage goes...people like to buy, but they don't like to be sold. Surely, there is no shortage of books, tapes, videos, and other media available that answers exactly that question. But since this is my blog, here's my take on it.

I don't sell because I'm not a salesman. But my business would not survive if I don't sell. On a daily basis, I put myself out there. I believe in me, I believe in my business, and I believe that I can help others. In fact, I believe that so much, that to be around me, you will see that I have one quality that I think people buy into.

I have passion.

I've written about passion before. I believe it is the basis of making sales without selling. When you believe in you and your abilities, when you believe in your company, then that's contagious. On the flip side, when you don't, who would want to buy into you?

If you have the passion, then get out there and get in front of people. Talk to them about what they need and what you do. If you don't feel like you have that passion and drive, then maybe it's time to invest in yourself and find that position that will open yourself up for passionate living.

We sail and play together in the real world too. I only want my best friend back. If I can't have him as friend and husband, which do I give up? This is the same guy who used to be able to tell me everything. I can't do sneaky.

It's too hurtful. You know what? If he had said, I'm really curious as to what internet porn is, or I wanna watch some, really. I honestly would have watched it with him, because that would be the best thing for our relationship. Instead, I watched it by mistake, and I was devastated.  I still am, even now, after I made him sad and upset at work by accosting him there. And after an hour long rant and a fuck session, I am still hurt beyond belief.

But I love him, Twice now he's been sneaky. Three times is the charm. If he is sneaky again, I will have to give up my husband to have my friend. END OF STORY.

I'm mainly writing to tell you that I finally have an offline edit of 'Dirty Egg', the short film produced by LCM and written and directed by the very talented Patrick Coyle. It's incedibly funny (in a dark/ shouldn't be quite so funny kind of way) but it's also inredibly long. Next step is to get it to Dickkie, our wonderful editor who will string it together in HD ready for festivals.

I'm hoping we can jump onto a festival with this before the year is out, hopefully screening in Manchester and Birmingham.

I'm off to get waterproofed.

Stu

A toothbrush left hanging around is just asking to be toyed with. A bored housekeeper, with say . . a piece of breakfast in her back tooth may see it and take full advantage of your toothbrush. And probably even the paste, as well.

Or maybe she's feeling a bit more frisky that day and she'll swirl it in your toilet . . just to give it some added flavor. Did you notice the flavor? Perhaps not, but maybe you did.

Do you know where your toothbrush has been?

Do you?

I've been in the housekeeping-service industry for years. I know the ins and outs of keeping a room clean and well-maintained. Housekeepers are the eyes and ears of the hotel. We see all, we hear all . . we even smell all. You'd be surprised at what we know, what we witness and what we would love to forget.

And then you have the cleaning aspect of the job. Is your room actually clean?

Is it?

I'm one of the good guys. My OCD goes a long way in this business because I do care about my job. I do care about what I do. I do care about my abilities to serve others. I do care that the guests are kept clean and healthy. But not all housekeepers care.

That's where I come in. That's what this blog is geared toward. Though I won't tell you my name nor which reputable hotel chain I work for, just know that staying at a hotel . . is not always a good idea.

Estas por viajar a Japón, te sabes todo lo básico como un “konnichiwa” o presentarte con el típico “Watashi wa Marutinesu” pero crees que te hace falta un poco mas de vocabulario usual (slang) para poder sentirte completo.Te presento este libro que es una maravilla, Dirty Japanese es un libro ilustrado por Linsay Mack y distribuido por Publishers Group West, en idioma Ingles.
 
Cubre casi todos los puntos necesarios para dominar “términos bajos” del idioma japonés, desde como pedir las cosas, hasta como hablar en bodas, fiestas, practicando algún deporte, PIDIENDO UNA CITA DE CARÁCTER SEXUAL, para demostrar tu enojo y tu hambre…

Es un libro recomendado para todas aquellas personas que desean complementar su idioma Japonés, NO ES UN LIBRO PARA PRINCIPIANTES, por lo que te recomiendo, que si estas iniciándote en el dominio del idioma no lo uses como método de aprendizaje, pues mas haya de mostrarte la forma correcta del Japonés, es todo lo contrario, después de todo eso pasa hasta en el propio idioma y un ejemplo muy típico es que para muchos la frase “No te dije nada” esta correctamente formulada…

Descargar : Dirty Japanese

AP has a reputation for having the magic touch - every band they feature blows up into superhero status in no time. The ever popular AAR has graced not only graced AP's covers but has been featured all over the map in every music mag you can think of. Some of their best known songs are  "Dirty Little Secret" and "Move Along." These boys have a killer sound, and a new album is on its way very soon.

Interscope Records is a top notch record company, and I'm really excited to work with this incredible creative, marketing and A&R team. 

The Olympus shots will appear in Guitar Centers, international print ads and promotional material. The Olympus marketing peeps are really fun to work with.

Get ready for some amazing photos...coming soon

Check 'em out here.

carrieschechterstudios.com

Una y otra ves la misma mierda en todas partes. Nunca cambia nada y todo sigue saliendo igual de mal.

Mañana sera otro dia, otro dia igual(..)mi cuerpo no resiste no hay cerveza en la nevera

Gone are the days of simply writing "wash me" or "dave is gay", not to mention my personal favorite, "my ex-wife isn't even this dirty." Either way... whoever created this masterpiece has forever changed the dirt-writing game for all of us.

There is also warm water, which is a delight.  And there are enough blankets to keep warm otherwise.

I went on a bit of a walk to buy supplies from the petrol station just down the hill, or should I say hills.  I was absolutely panting on the walk up, I have to go through three or four hills for a five minute walk.  And last night, the shuttle driver's car started rolling down a hill when he didn't hit the gas in time.  If I am to drive a manual these hills will take some good solid practice.

I was really in need of toilet paper and food. See...

Don't forget to click on my pics to enlarge them and read my detailed descriptions.  I try and be funny so it's worth it, maybe!

But see what I bought?!  And I had a large chunk of change leftover from my R100 bill.  Change seen here too!

 I don't have internet, which is why you're getting a diary of multiple days.  But I am slowly planning and developing blog posts full of great information and pictures!