Last Day in 2009

Hi Loves,

So today is the last day of 2009. One more day until 2010 ! I am crossing my fingers that this day goes by smoothly for me. Because to be honest 2009 was not a bad year for me. 2007 was the year from the fiery pits of hell that I am still recovering from.

However, the last couple of weeks make me want to die of embarassment. Basically what I feels like the curse of embarrassing moments started around the week of Christmas. I don't know what it is about me, but I have a knack for putting myself in embarrassing situations. This makes me question what 2010 will be about.

Take last night for example. The biggest pervert of a contractor who I would never want to see me taking a whizz................. you guessed it............walked in on me. I had to go so bad, and because of that I forgot to lock the door, and it was late at night. Usually no one is around.

And I can't even tell you the rest of it because you would have to be a woman to appreciate the rest of the story. But the point is, he slowly opened the door. I get the feeling he was trying to get a closer look although I can't prove it under oath. All I remember is yelling at him to stop looking at me. He opened the door real slow. You think that if he didn't really know if someone in there that he would knock first ? Well he didn't.

This is the contractor who has the "no fat chicks" license plate border on his car while he is real fat himself and looks like the type you'd see a plumber's crack from. Last person on earth I would want to have to see in the bathroom.

And I feel violated. I used to chat with him while I was doing my patrols. Now I don't even want to look at him and do everything to avoid him.

Anyway, yesterday I mentioned how my friend Ashleigh introduced me to the video I showed. Well, she introduced me to this one first, and one of my readers mentioned it and it brought back memories.

I loved Justin Timberlake best when he was  in N Sync. I think he's better in a boy band or doing a duet with someone. And what better way than for him to sing with another man about his junk in a box ?

So that is all for now my little chocolate kisses !