Summer's Shenanigans

Kuta (my doggy) has a new girlfriend! Check out his new squeeze:

That's his chick, Monkey, on the right. Yep, that's right, he's down with the black bitches....This next photo is when Monkey tried to jump into Kuta's mouth. I think she likes it rough...(whatever floats your boat, Monkey!)

Ever had food poisoning before? Well, if you've never had the pleasure, eat at a sushi joint that has a 100% Mexican staff...So 8 hours after I ate at Hana Sushi in Oceanside, California, I started to feel really dizzy. I layed down on the couch and called my mom to tell her that if she doesn't hear from me in an hour, I'm dead and she should come and remove the body before I ruin stuff. Shortly thereafter I run to the bathroom and say goodbye to my breakfast which was mint chocolate chip ice cream (oh come on, like you've never had ice cream for breakfast before!). Throwing up has to be the worst feeling ever, but I felt so much better after so I went about my business until 45 minutes later when I start to get dizzy again...This time I end up dry heaving because I have nothing left in my tummy but it makes me feel better and I realize that I'm freaking starving! Mmmmmmmm, cereal time! So I eat two bowls of cereal and 10 minutes later I'm not feeling so hot. No, actually I'm feeling really hot, then really cold, then really dizzy...This time I decide to mix it up and run out to the front yard (throwing up in a toilet is gross!)! BLAAAHHHHHHHHKKKKKKK <-----(that's what I sound like when I'm tossing my cookies...not pretty). Hmmmm, okay that's kinda weird but I feel SO much better and I'm really really hungry now that I've lost my 2nd breakfast. *Rummaging through the cupboards* "Yum! Popcorn!" So I pop that baby into the microwave and eat the entire 3 serving bag in no time flat. Right as I'm finishing up...hot, cold, dizzy, hot, dizzy, hot, cold, hot. Uh oh, out the front door into the front yard...BLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHKKKKKKKKK. ACK! There is popcorn in my sinuses! WTF?! OWWWW!

*ring ring*

Summer - "Mom, I'm dying"
Mommy - "What's going on"
Summer - "I just threw up popcorn in my front yard and I have popcorn in my sinuses"
Mommy - "Summer! Don't throw up in the front yard, your neighbors are going to think you do heroin!!"
Summer - "There is POPCORN in my nose!!

(I don't remember the rest of the conversation...sorry mom)

F*%#, I am so freaking hungry!! At this point I've accepted the fact that whatever I eat is going to be coming back up, so I'm thinking smarter..."Okay, what will not feel so bad coming up..." *looking through the cupboards*..."Macaroni and Cheese, baby, JACKPOT!". So I cook it up, and I eat the entire thing. Yep, all 4 servings. And let me just tell you, mac and cheese is actually pleasant coming back up, in comparison to dry popcorn in the sinuses...Yucky. Don't eat at Hana Sushi. This public service anouncement was reminded to me by this post at The Hot Librarians blog.

I was checking out my web stats today and it always amazes me how people end up on my website. Here are some of my favorite searches that lead to my blog:

rocker haircut - Trust me, I searched for this myself while I was looking for pictures to bring to my stylist. I just think it's funny that now I'm #3 in Google for "rocker haircut"

should i wear a thong or a g-string - Okay ladies. The Google search engine is *not* a magic 8-ball. (But, if you're asking...go for the thong!)

a picture of tara reids boobie - Not Tara Reid breast, tit or boob. Her BOOBIE. Who the hell says boobie?!

baked fucking ziti - People are not looking for "ziti" or "baked ziti", they want "baked fucking ziti"!!

fidm sucks - Well, they do suck. So, I'm glad that other people search for "fidm sucks".

heather duhhhh - I can't even comment on this one...heather duhhhh?!?

So, I was processing exchanges for my website, ViciousStyle.com, and received a payment that included this dollar bill. On this particular piece of currency, is stamped, "This bill is registered with www.WheresGeorge.com". So i visited WheresGeorge.com and this website actually tracks where each of these bills has been and each person who received that bill enters their location and any notes about the bill. My bill has has travelled 2,406 Miles in 35 Days, 4 Hrs, 9 Mins at an average of 68 Miles per day. You can check out my bills progress report here: Summer's WheresGeorge.com Dollar Bill. Pretty cool if you ask me =)!

I can not sleep. Something is seriously wrong with me. I'm sitting here at 4:08am, wide awake, listening to some fucked up euro goth industrial music and waiting for the sun to come up. I was really tired since I didn't sleep last night either, so I tried to capitalize on this and went to bed at 11:30pm. I slept for 15 - 30 minutes before I was wide awake again. I would give anything to get 8 - 10 hours of deep REM sleep.

Today I went on a date with Stefan, whom I met on Yahoo Personals. That's right we met on the internet...Weird huh? I know, but it gets weirder. 1st off, I normally don't approach guys, but for some reason I was compelled to send him an email. We ended up sending a couple of emails back and forth and after reading each one I was like, "Damn, we have so much in common, this is insane!". Right off the bat, we both: love surfing and traveling, own businesses, live alone, have a dog, not religious and we share a lot of the same views. Still I was kind of nervous about meeting Stefan. We met on the INTERNET for fuck sake. I drove down to his house in La Jolla and the only thing I can say is that he looks twice as good in person. Seriously, I could not have been happier. So off we go to the Buick Open and we had such a good time! As soon as we get there we both get a hankering for a Bloody Mary (turns out we were craving $12 Bloody Mary's, but okay). We suck those down and decide to get a beer for the road. So, these two ladies (about our age) gave us our beers and as I was reaching for mine, I noticed this strangely sappy look on their faces. All the sudden it happened... "You guys are *the* cutest couple!". I'm dead serious. I think time froze for a second as both of our mouths dropped. I felt my eyes get really wide as I said, "Um, thanks? We just met today". Any how, moving on. Earlier I had told Stefan about an attempted trip to the Bahamas with my good, good friend Summer Mary Mitchell. I havn't talked to Summer in at least a year and I havn't seen in Summer in probably 3 - 4 years. Nonetheless, I still consider her a very good friend of mine and sometimes it feels like we have this weird psychic thing going on (we have the exact same birthday, by the way). Well, as I'm walking out of the Buick Open, who do I run into? Summer Mary Fucking Mitchell. This is the last place I would of figured I would of seen Summer. Weird weird weird. So, Stefan and I grab some sandwiches, some Sierra Nevada's and head off to his house. We walk Monkey (who is the cutest dog in the world, with the exception of Kuta), have some sandwiches, a couple of beers and proceed to make out like teenagers. It was oddly incredibly comfortable. Stefan is making me dinner on Tuesday. I can't wait...

Someone sent me this and it's pretty damn funny...And another reason why I don't own a cat:

How to Bathe a Cat
When that day arrives that you must give your cat a bath, I have some advice you might consider as you place your feline friend under your arm and head for the bathtub:

Know that although the cat has the advantages of quickness and utter disregard for human life, you have the advantage of strength. Capitalize on that advantage by selecting the battlefield. Don't try to bathe him in an open area where he can force you to chase him. Pick a very small bathroom. If your bathroom is more than four feet square, I recommend that you get in the tub with the cat and close the sliding-glass doors as if you were about to take a shower. (A simple shower curtain will not do. A berserk cat can shred a three-ply rubbershower curtain quicker than a politician can shift positions.)

Know that a cat has claws and will not hesitate to remove all the skin from your body. Your advantage here is that you are smart and know how to dress to protect yourself. I recommend canvas overalls tucked into high-top construction boots, a pair of steel-mesh gloves, an army helmet, a hockey face mask and a long-sleeve flak jacket.

Prepare everything in advance. There is no time to go out for a towel when you have a cat digging a hole in your flak jacket. Draw the water. Make sure the bottle of kitty shampoo is inside the glass enclosure. Make sure the towel can be reached, even if you are lying on your back in the water.

Use the element of surprise. Pick up your cat nonchalantly, as if to simply carry him to his supper dish. (Cats will not usually notice your strange attire. They have little or no interest in fashion as a rule.)

Once you are inside the bathroom, speed is essential to your survival. In a single liquid motion, shut the bathroom door, step into the tub enclosure, slide the glass door shut, dip the cat in the water and squirt him with shampoo. You have begun one of the wildest 45 seconds of your life.

Cats have no handles.

Add the fact that he now has soapy fur, and the problem is radically compounded. Do not expect to hold on to him for more that two or three seconds at a time. When you have him, however, you must remember to give him another squirt of shampoo and rub like crazy. He'll then spring free and fall back into the water, thereby rinsing himself off. (The national record is--for cats--three latherings, so don't expect too much.)

Next, the cat must be dried. Novice cat bathers always assume this part will be the most difficult, for humans generally are worn out at this point and the cat is just getting really determined. In fact, the drying is simple compared to what you have just been through. That's because by now the cat is semi-permanently affixed to your right leg. You simply pop the drain plug with your foot, reach for your towel and wait. (Occasionally, however, the cat will end up clinging to the top of your army helmet. If this happens, the best thing you can do is to shake him loose and to encourage him toward your leg.) After all the water is drained from the tub, it is a simple matter to just reach down and dry the cat.

In a few days the cat will relax enough to be removed from your leg. He will usually have nothing to say for about three weeks and will spend a lot of time sitting with his back to you.

You will be tempted to assume he is angry. This isn't usually the case. As a rule he is simply plotting ways to get through your defenses and injure you for life the next time you decide to give him a bath. But, at least now he smells a lot better.

So, I've recently been alerted to the fact that people actually read my blog. Now, that is all rainbows and unicorns, but if you are going to get all pissy and start rumors about it, just don't bother reading it. This blog is my personal thoughts and I can have a full on bitchfest here if I'd like, thank you very much. I suppose some people just can't deal with the truth? The same thing is currently happening to The Hot Librarian. Which sucks because her blog is hilarious and now she has to edit it all to keep her ex from blackmailing her. One thing that I was struggling with is that if you Google my name, this blog comes up number one. Do I really want anyone looking for me on the internet to find this blog? So, I really thought about it and decided on the following resolution:

Fuck 'em. I don't really care. =)!

Within the last few days the phone has been aringin':

Summer: "Hello?"
Ex Boyfriend: "What the hell are you doing writing all of that stuff about me on your blog"
Summer: "What do you mean, what am I doing? It's all true. It's not like I'm spreading rumors about you and it's not like anyone that reads my blog knows who you are"
Ex Boyfriend: "You wrote that I'm all high school and stuff...blah blah blah (this is where my eyes glazed over and I stopped listening)..."
Summer: *click* <----That was the phone being hung up on Ex Boyfriend.

That was all in regards to this post. I didn't even say anything really bad, so freakin' calm the F down...

Summer: "Hello?"
Ex Boyfriend: "Your putting out a personal ad on the internet?!?!"
Summer: "So you've been reading my blog?"
Ex Boyfriend: "No, but Karl reads your blog and he just called me to tell me that your putting out a personal ad?"
Summer: "So, you're telling me that Karl, your business partner, reads my blog?"
Ex Boyfriend: "Yeah and he read what you posted about Adonia, too"
Summer: "Why the f*$^ would Karl be reading my blog?"
Ex Boyfriend: "I don't know he just does. Why are you putting out a personal ad on the internet??!!!"
Summer: "This is not something that I need to be discussing with you. Bye bye."

That one was about this post.

I also am fortunate enough to get voice mail messages about my blog...This one was while I was on a snowboarding trip for the weekend:

Cory: "Dude, NICE website, I can't believe you even posted pictures of all those guys." *click*

Again, in reference to this post.

So, there you have it. Here is my blog for all to see. Hi Karl, Hi Erik, Hi Cory, Hello everyone else. Don't call me, I'll call you...

No, not me, silly...My best friend, Lindsay, is PREGNANT! Not only is she pregnant, she is going to have a CHILD. Now, this may not seem that strange to you, but this is Lindsay we are talking about here (she's my age, 26)! Lindsay just got back from a 3 month trip to Europe, she just moved to LA and knows no one there (except for her boyfriend), she's just starting a new semester at a new college, she doesn't have a job and the only job she has ever had is waiting tables. Just to give you a general idea, here are some of my favorite Lindsay baby quotes from the conversation we just had...(Obviously she is upset and crying because her entire life has just flipped upside down)...

"But, Sum, I've never even had a pet!"

"Well, I'm sure it (the baby) will be cute and I'll love it and all..."

"But, I'm not even mentally an adult!"

Another thing you have to know about Lindsay is that she is the funniest person I know, even when she's freaking out and distraut...I love ya, Linz! You're going to be fine!!

Okay, I've been thinking about this lately:

Online Dating: Weird & Nerdy or Smart & Efficient?!

So, I figure what better way to test it our then with a lil ol' blog audience, right? I've posted a personal ad (omg, that sounds really nerdy) on Yahoo Personals. You can check it out here:

Summer's Personal Ad
Within 24 hours of placing this ad, I've received 119 replies. Now, this would be fine and dandy if there were 119 Mr. Perfects knocking on my email door, but that's not exactly the case. Weeding through them is starting to feel like work!

[EDIT - Awesome, I just had to edit my very 1st post...Here is where there used to be some interesting information and there may of may not have been some pictures (okay, there were pictures of 3 guys I had met on the site). BUT, someone had wandered onto my personal blog (did I mention that this is my *personal blog*?) and had the nerve to ask me to edit my PERSONAL BLOG. Kind of rude if you ask me, but whatever. There you go. Edited. I will come back and fix this post later but right now I'm too pissed off.]

[EDIT - SO, as of today, April 17th 2005, I am exclusively dating Stefan, who I meet on Yahoo Personals when I posted the above post. I'm SO in luvsk (like+love+lust) with him. So there you have it, online dating is the best!! =)...]

Okay, now for some reason panties are a popular subject for guys to want to discuss. Whenever I'm ask what my preference is people can not fathom that I actually prefer to wear thong underwear every single day and night (even when I sleep). I just find thongs way more comfortable then other types of underwear. I just figure that hey, it's going to end up there anyways, it might as well start there, right? Plus, thong underwear are made of less fabric, therefore, less fabric is bunching up back there while your running to catch a taxi, fleeing the police or walking old ladies across the street. Visible panty lines are a pet peeve of mine too (I can't STAND panty lines, but that's a whole different bloggin subject...). Any how, back to the subject. Panties. Also, it seems that many people are confused about just what exactly differentiates a thong from a g-string from a boyshort, etc. SO, here are the 6 basic panty styles:

Boyshorts are full coverage underwear with a tiny bit of a short leg.


Granny panties (for lack of a better word) are full coverage underwear.


Bootie shorts are cut higher in the back so your bootie hangs out.


Brazilian panties are cut very narrow in the back and they always end up, well, up your ass...


Thong panties have a narrow strip of fabric with a bit of a triangle shape.


G-string panties are the smallest in the back and are basically just a string.


So, this concludes our lingerie lesson of the day. Now, go shop at my website HustlerPanties.com. I've got bills to pay ;)!

Okay, the weather in San Diego is really starting to get to me. It has been POURING rain for weeks. I live in San Diego. I did NOT sign up for this (can someone call God and let him know?!)! Rain is very incompatible with my lifestyle which means that I havn't been able to do much lately. Since I returned from Costa Rica on December 20th, I have not be able to: surf, play tennis, hit golf balls, run on the beach, take my dog to the park, wear a tank top or snowboard (I left my chains at the cabin!). Not to mention that I hardly own close-toed shoes and there is nothing worse then walking around in wet flip flops! Arg. I think I'm starting to get really, really frustrated...I know this may seem silly in the wake of the recent tsunami tragedy, but I'm just not used to weather like this and it's really starting to effect my mood. Need sunlight...stat...(hmmm, perhaps I need to go on a little trip until this weather lets up!)

OKay, this happened a couple of years ago, but it made me laugh out load when I though about it today...One day I got in my car and was driving to work when I tried to play the CD in my CD player. Damn...it wouldn't play nor would it eject. Now this totally sucks because I used to commute an hour each way to work and the radio pretty much blows! So every few days I would try and "fix" it (you know, slap it around, kick it, push all the buttons numerous times like I was trying to unlock the secret code of getting my CD to play) until about a month later I got fed up and made an appointment for the dealership to fix it. I had to leave extra early for work, drop off my car and wait for the shuttle to take me to work. Total pain in the ass.

*ring ring*

Me- "Hello"
The Mechanic - "Hi Summer, this is Ryan from the Ford dealership and I was looking at your stereo. Now, what exactly is the problem your having?"
Me - "Well, the CD player won't play or eject the CD (duh?)"
The Mechanic - "Hmmmm. Well, it works fine for me. Did you realize that there wasn't a CD in the CD player when you brought in your car?"
Me - "Shut up...Are you kidding me?! Oh my god. How embarrassing..."

Doh! Yep, that's right I went through all that trouble for over a month without actually checking to see if there was a CD in there. Nice. I'm sure I'm still the butt of a joke or two down at the dealership...

So, I called my boyfriend boring (well, he is!) and he split. We live together and he just straight up left. No note, no phone call, nothing. He's does this every time we have a fight and it's really fucking annoying. I'm always the one that has to call and try and work things out, even though it's usually not my fault. SO, this time I havn't called him and quite frankly I'M SO OVER IT. He put zero effort into our realtionship and life in general and I'm too old for this high school shit. Just the fact that we've been together for two years and he doesn't even have enough respect for me to act like an adult (he is 34 years old!), is pathetic. Plus, I've had so much fun hanging out with my friends, something I never got to do because I was too busy putting all my effort into making Erik happy. Not to mention that, damn, there are so many cute guys out there. This could be fun ;). Now I just have to figure out the living situation. Can I really afford $1300 a month? I really don't want to get a roomate and I do get to write off my rent since I have a home based business....