things to discuss when i get back....

-lameness
-people who don't like john mayer
-krispy kremes at 1am

i think i have just decided to either get a tatoo...

or get my nose pierced.

check the mirror, looking fine
round up my possee, jump in my ride
radio rockin, hottest jam
feel the rythmn, pump up the sound....

word. i'm out. if i don't have a chance to blog before i leave...peace out cub scouts!

$127 later.....

4 new eyeshadows, lip liner, lipstick and lip gloss.

the price we pay for beauty. and if i may say so myself, i look damn SAUCY.

today is lagging.

i am heading to the mall to get some new makeup.

did you know all the colors mix together to grey?

well they do. at least dave says they do. i think he is right. well actually the colors mix together to brown. but can you really say...and all the colors mix together...to BROWN? on brown street. yeah. it totally does not work. at all.
a lot of thought must have gone into that whole thought process. really...think about it. this is how i imagine the conversation(d=dave, s=steve)

d-yeah so i wrote this song called "brown street"
s-really? why brown?
d-because when the colors mix together, they make brown.
s-well, really...lets re-work those words.
d-ok. any ideas?
s-well, how about grey...because grey street sounds somewhat decent
d(singing)-and all the colors mix together..to grey!
d-I LOVE IT.

and that boys and girls, is how grey street was named! aren't you glad you ready my blog?
yeah thats what i thought, becase *i* rock the casbah.

yeah so i forgot to mention that jason actually thought i knew html because there are links in my blog.

he became unimpressed when i told him there was a button to add in a link.

now you all know my secret.

i forgot to mention, i had my first krispy kreme last night.

and my second.

ok so i go to the bank today to make sure i have $109 to cover my tickets for the second dmb show in charlottesville.
get to work...and there is an email waiting for me saying that the request period has been extended.
goddamnitsonofabitch.
yay, now i can go buy makeup on my lunch break.

come to think of it i need a new purse too.
and new shoes.
and i am still in search of the cute, supportive, comfortable bra.

fuck sharon. lionel richie is NOW at kfog. that girl.

sarah and vinnie had lionel richie on their show this morning. how hilarious is that? i love lionel richie. in fact, i took my mom to see tina turner last year and lionel opened.

she's a brick house
she's mighty mighty just lettin it all hang out

yeah so all these people we calling in saying how lionel's music changed their life...whatever. lionel's music is good for two things. sex and drowning your sorrows. actually, i don't think i have ever had sex to lionel before. hmmm...next time. well, after the lillywhites.
ha. how pathetic is it that i am planning the music for my next sexual escapade.

damn, i am still suffering from bloggers block. i thought of something really funny to say last night but now i cannot remember. damnit. anyway...23 days till c'ville. i am so excited.

meeka and i leave for LA in 2 days. all we do is talk about how exciting the trip is going to be. what if it is a disaster? ha. just KIDDING.


ok, i am heading to richmond to get some yummy russian food for our company lunch.

when she moves, she moves so smooth
she makes me feel just like a fool.

and you want her
and she wants you
we want everyone

and you want her
and she wants you
and no one
no one
no one ever is to blame,

tonight was amazingly fun.

maria, eric, phil, kate and jason...i had a fabulous time tonight with all of you.

jason. yeah. you rock. :o) thanks for dinner and the drinks. i had such a good time. the shirt is cool too. good color.

yeah. i must go to bed i am far too intoxicated to be blogging.

have i mentioned there is a song by john mayer called your body is a wonderland? yeah that is worth like 10 *moments*

but inside, is where the devil hides.

i am an angel. yeah. like heather nova says...oh shit thats you are an angel. or maybe you should have been.

i have really been at a loss for blog lately. i don't know what my problem is.

hopefully i will be inspired soon.

swings are cool. i totally forgot how much fun it is to swing at lunch. i think i will have to go to the park more often.

meeka and i planned our little LA trip. its gonna be sooo much fun. all of you are going to be so jealous when i get back and tell you all of the exciting stories of the past weekend. we're talking nakedness, drunken-ness, intoxicatedness, just mass craziness.

and i am definitely getting booty. don't know how, don't know with whom...but there will be booty. and LOTS of it.

i'm going to lunch with marika. its gonna be fun fun fun. i think we are gonna go grab sandwiches and sit at the park. she thinks we are going to chevys for tostada's. she is wrong.

freaking sharon went to go see john mayer in la. she seriously took 2 days off of work to drive to la and santa barbara. what a nerd. she can take time off for him but not for dmb. la-hoooo-sa--hheeerrr. just kidding.
that bitch keeps rubbing it in my face that she is in the charlie rose special. and that she is trying out for "rock and roll jeopardy". what a hooch. i could beat her any day at that game. and "name that video" for that matter.

yeah. i rock the fucking casbah. watch out world...here comes shay shay...

isn't it crazy the way
the girl dances and the things she says

i really don't have much to blog about right now. i think i am getting bloggers block. hopefully this spell will pass over soon.

i'll just blog about my whole day yesterday. it was incredibly eventful.

first off, i dragged elise to sacramento with me to see carlo. i really didn't need a haircut but i needed a trim. sacramento is an hour and a half drive from my house. many have said that i am crazy for driving to sac for a haircut. some people just don't understand. A-it is carlo
B-boys just don't understand how hard it is to find a decent hairdresser when you have curly hair and you like to wear it straight. it's impossible.
thing is, i have never had a hairdresser that is as good as carlo. i trust him so much. i literally go in and he asks if i wanna stay the same or go shorter. then he goes to work. i have never been unsatisfied with his work. (except for the one time he gave me the claire from 90210 blonde chunks. lets NOT discuss that.)
anyway, he gave me a little trim so i can grow my hair out. elise on the other hand, got her hair chopped OFF. it looks amazing.

on to the cute boys in the red truck that ELISE was flirting with.
we noticed them right as we were driving through davis. they somewhat cut us off. being the smart ass i am, i started a little game with them. it was funny actually. after cutting eachother off 5 or 6 times, elise started flirting with them.
in actuality they were not that cute, it was just something to pass the time. and to think, we actually went 20 miles out of our way to follow them...SHEESH. they ended up taking an exit when we were ahead of them. i guess they were scared.

and now...elise's red shirt.
we're driving through cowtown usa and elise notices this truck with a trailor that is bigger than a horse trailor. as we get closer, she notices that there is a little shadowed picture on the truck but we were still far away to notice what it was. when we finally were behind it we *thought* it was a cow. we were wrong. it was a BULL.
so elise starts saying...ha ha. how funny would it be if the bull saw my red shirt through the trailor and broke through the trailor. not funny...NOT funny at all. so, i pass up the truck going like 95 and elise is sitting sideways facing out the window so the bull can see her as we pass the truck. she really wanted the bull to attack her. i think she's feeling sexually deprivied.
it's ok lise, maaaaaacus comes in 12 days!

and really..i am not participating in ANY sort of threesome. thanks for the offer though. it was kind.

a few songs from the lillywhites have made it on to napster. i started crying when i heard captain last night. i love that song. after listening to the few songs i have dowloaded, i understand why dmb moved over to ballard. the songs are incredibly dark. mostly slow tempo. interesting songs though. i love "everyday". one day when i am not tired i will explain why i think everyday is better than the lillywhites. but not now. i am far too tired.

crazy as i may...make my way through this world
its for no one but me to say which direction i should turn
cuz i am the captain of this ship
eyes eyelids and kissing lips.

ok. *moment*. be back in a few to discuss:
-cute boys in red trucks that want a piece.
-boys who try to get me into a threesome
-elise's red shirt
-the lillywhites.

i hate games. i hate people who play games.

god damnit. why is this world so frustrating?

i like this boy, he likes me...why the game? anyone?

there are things that i want to blog about but i have given this address to too many people. being an attention seeker sucks!

boys in red toyota's rock.

carlo moved to sacramento in january.
it was one of the most traumatic experiences of my life.

carlo is my hairdresser.

i'm leaving now to go visit him. probably won't blog much today. sorry.

why am i up at 6am on a saturday? because i am a loser. i fell asleep while waiting for one of my friends to call last night. yeah...thats it.

last night was mellow. justin and his friend came over to burn cd's and watch "wayne's world". the i kicked them out at 9 because i needed LOTS of beauty sleep.
at 11 my phone rang. it was my mom telling me that she was watching a dmb DVD. it was one of those phone calls where you wake up wondering if it really took place or not. it did, i asked her. at 5:15am. thank god i am her favorite. i didn't ask her why she was watching i just asked her if she did in fact call.

the only thing my mom has ever been competitive with her friends kids and me is with dmb. (says a lot, huh?)
las summer before i did my cali tour, her friend carrie was over. she and my mom were talking about how her son is such a dmb fan and how he is going to BOTH shows at shoreline.

c"yeah, dennis is going to both shoreline shows."
m"well, shayna is going to all the california shows and she just got back from indiana"
c"i think dennis has seats in the 20th row or something."
m"i'm sure shayna's are better."

the conversation proceeded and went no where except for her saying over and over that i am definitely a bigger fan then dennis.

and i am.

for some reason theory man just came into my head. tm is this really cool guy i met in the warehouse chatroom. he's hilarious. basically if i were a guy, i'd be tm. this guy kicks major ass. dunno why, he just does. funny thing is that if i met tm in a bar he would never talk to me. he's kinda arrogant like that and he knows it. the best thing about tm is that he is the ONLY guy on the face of the earth that could possibly give me a run for my money in 90210 trivia. thats how our "bond" started. tm admitted that he was hopelessly addicted to 90210. he use to randomly email me when he thought of a good trivia question. i really think at the beginning he had no clue what he was up for. i am queen 90210. my life has not been the same since last may. sad sad sad.
he has the hots for this waitress but is too chicken to ask her out. next weekend when i am in LA, i will make sure to find out what resturant she works at and go there. just to see if she is worthy or not.

he has high standards.

we all do

but his seem to be higher than the average joe.

probably because he is not the average joe, he is theory man.

i won't tell you how he got his name yet. for it is a rather incriminating story. maybe one day when i decide to post while intoxicated again. maybe not. ask him why he didn't get to go to the KROQ thing.

i just remembered that i didn't get ANY girl scout cookies this year I haven't even had one.

oh man...i think it might be time for inspectah shay to come out for her annual investigation.

THIS IS A CASE FOR SUPER SHAY.

word to your mom.

i could never love again so much as i love you
where you end, where i begin is like a river going through.
take my eyes take my soul, i need them no more
if ever again they should fall upon the one I so adore

'cuse me please one more drink
can you make it strong cuz i don't need to think
broke my heart my grace she's gone
another drink and i'll move on.

i want to be loved like that. i am feeling needy today and i hate that feeling. i just want to go home and be held. hmmm..no one to hold me. oh well, i can settle for listening to 8/2/00...

when i say i love you to cody he says "you too". its so cute.

i love my brothers so much. its amazing to see a child go through their life. cody and michael are the most precious things to me. cody has a great sense of humor for a seven year old. maybe its just because he is my brother and i think he is adorable but, you really should hear the things that he says. this was the conversation i had with him yesterday...

c-"HULLLLLO"
s-"hi cody!"
c-"who's this?"
s-"your favorite older sister"
c-"hiii shayna!"
s-"hi there, what are you doing?"
c-"watching the pokemon movie"
s-"cool. how's michael?"
c-"he's good."
s-"and mom and dad?"
c-"they're good too, wanna talk to my dad?"-that always makes me chuckle. he says that all of the time. it must be hard to know that your sisters are your sisters, they have the same dad but why don't they have the same mom. cody is smart though. he recently started asking me about my mom.
s-"sure, i love you"
c-"you too....DAD ITS FOR YOU, IT'S YOUR DAUGHTER. THE FIRST ONE!!"

i keep asking him to come and visit me but he doesn't want to fly on a plane by himself. hopefully he will soon.
cody also thinks that dave matthews is my boyfriend. i won't tell him otherwise. :oD

our UPS driver thinks he is elvis

hairstyle and all.

anyone have emmy's phone number? he is a fashion emergency.

kim is one of the coolest people i know. really, she is the mom that everyone wants. kim and i talk about everything, from shopping to sex. she basically rocks. i always tell her that she has to adopt me.
kelsey, you are so lucky to have a cool mom.
thanks for reading my blog!

this morning i was having major issues picking out an outfit. usually this is not a problem for me. i look at something and say, "yeah thats cute" and put it on. for some reason it was not that easy this morning. first i had on this lavender colored button down shirt...ya know the kind that tapers in at the waist and flares a little on the bottom. yeah...my boobs looked atrocious in it. so then, i put on this brown twin set. that still didn't cut it. next i put on the orange sundress and a white cardigan..still looked like ass. so, i settled on my faded jeans and my green "eat drink and be merry" abercrombie shirt. needless to say, i feel comfy.
my reason for saying this? i put on a specific bra this morning when i got out of the shower. i totally believe that the reason nothing looked good on me this morning was because of the bra. ya know what i'm saying? since the bra is kind of my saggy boob bra the button down shirt didn't cut it.
my point? i need new bras. the thing is that it's really hard to find cute, comfy, and supportive in my size. the bras i bought at marshalls are cute and comfy but i found my boobs to be sagging in the one i wore yesterday. boobs are an issue. i mean...yeah. i'll stop while i am ahead.
i have always thought about getting a breast reduction just so that i could wear cute, fitting shirts. that was until i watched this completely graphic special on MTV about breast augmentation. the woman who had the reduction was acutally very satisfied with the results. but i am not one for pain, blood or anything that has to do with needles. so yeah, i think i'll be wearing this size for a while. besides, there is a 50% chance that i will lose all sensation in my nipples and we can't have that.

boker tov.

this morning is rocking so far. they posted seats for the second night dmb show at pac bell. my seats rock. floor 4 row 3. yeah, that would be THIRD ROW CENTER. i can die a happy girl now.
the pac bell shows are going to be so rad. i can't even begin to tell you how nuts it is going to be at my house. let's just say....animal house x 2. maybe even worse.

sarah and vinnie rock. they totally make my morning. i use to be able to listen to a good hour on my way to work when i had the commute from hell. now i only get 20 minutes, if that. this morning someone wanted to know how shooty got his name. ok...first of all shooty is a babe. MUCH cuter than vinnie. (sorry vinne if you are reading this.) vinnie literally looks like a troll. sarah is awesome though. she is such a cool person. totally motherly and so hilarious. anyway, its the best morning show i have ever heard. jason thinks so too (not jason sandman, the other jason).

it's cool when you talk to someone on the phone and the conversation just flows. no awkward silences, just smooth conversation.

yeah...and i am about to perform a mitzvah. (a mitzvah is a good deed.)

ok, it's 1:26

laura, you are going to be very proud of me when you read this.
i love my PIC.

ok, for reals, bedtime for bonzo.

for those of you who may be concerned...
i know a guy named jason sandmann.
or i did.
he was interesting.

its 1:17,do you know where your midnight lover is?

ha. i miss delilah.

i don't think i have been up this late on a work night in eons. but like the song goes....i can't get no sleep.
tonight was productive though. i talked to a friend in santa cruz for 2 hours. i think i put him to sleep. it all evens out because was falling asleep on the phone with him last night.
then gm called. ha. that girl cracks my shit up. i am not even going to tell you what our conversation was about but...it was hilarious. basically, SOMEONE thought they were gonna get some tonight. it wasn't me.

ok, i think i hear the sandman coming. and i don't mean jason.

lila tov.

isn't she lovely this hollywood girl
and they say she's so lucky, she's a star
but she cries cries cries in her lonely world thinking
if there's nothing missing in my life
then why do these tears come at night

yeah, thats what i was singing at the top of my lungs when my best friend's little sister pulled up next to me today at a stoplight. i am such a fucking winner. all i was doing was listening to "now volume 5", nothing major...not making out with some guy, not picking my nose...JUST SINGING. i know i am so going to get shit for that.

so i went to dinner with my nana. let me tell you that i have the fucking coolest nana in the history of the world. she just rocks. we sat and chatted at her house for a little bit then headed to brothers.
i love going to brothers with nana. here's the deal with brothers: brothers is the jewish deli in burlingame. everyone and their fucking mother goes there so my nana has to get all done up whenever we go just in case we run into anyone she knows. i think i can honestly say that this was the first time in the history of me going to brothers that nana knew no one. she said its cuz all the people that went there died. thats her humor for ya.
anyway, my nana decided that she wants me to get a boyfriend and get married. she's so funny. she comes from the land of marry rich so you don't have to work. i come from the land of establish a career for yourself and then if you have time, find a boyfriend and get married.
all in all it was a great night. she makes me so happy. and of course i am her favorite. and my uncle mikey's favorite, and my mom's favorite...basically, i am everyone's favorite.

i just started having a conversation with alex..more later.

ha, i just figured out how to edit my blogs.

elise has informed me that it was jan who wated to get rid of her freckles.

she also called me a liar.

elise is a slut.

how do rumors get started, they're started by the jealous people

i hate rumors. its interesting to hear what other people have to say about individuals i have never met. kinda hurts my feelings but...whatever. i wonder what kind of shit people talk about me. hmmm...

anyone? anyone? buller?

justin thinks his blog is better thank mine.

justin sucks.

tanning was fun today. wanna know why? because alice 97.3 re-aired the acoustic dave show from tuesday. i was a happy little camper for the 16 minutes i sat in the bed. which well, has left me frecklie. i have a bizillion freckles. always funny how people associate freckles with kids. i am not a kid and i still have freckles....EVERYWHERE. remember when cindy brady tried to get rid of her freckles with lemon juice?

if i see you again it will be in my head at the end of a cloud
if you see me again it will be in my head telling you to get out

you know what's interesting about hooking up? once you do it you wanna do it again. i am totally the kind of person to go and tell all of my friends when i get some. (which is a lot fyi) i just like to brag. i haven't gotten any in a few weeks so, i am somewhat lagging in that department. i have this sneaking suspicion that i will be getting some soon though. very soon.

ben just told me he wanted a piece. i thought he meant of me but appparently he just meant ass in general. its ok though. younger guys don't do it for me anyway. yeah so ben started his own blog because he basically wants to be me. funny thing about ben blogging is that ben is premed and yeah...remember doogie howser? how at the end of every episode doogie would always journal his day and what he learned in that specific episode.
this brings up a funny story. when elise was working at the la jolla playhouse, they previewed rent there. neil patrick harris was played mark. it was fabulous. ricky from my so called life played angel. man it was some killer shit. ANYWAY...after the show the actors would hang out in front of the playhouse. kinda neat, huh? so first i met ricky. he was awesome. i taked to him for a few minutes. then...do do do doooo DOOGIE. now keep in mind that i really was in love with doogie and i wanted to have like 10,000 of his babies. so when is saw him it was love...ha. kinda like when your mom had a crush on george, paul, ringo or john. but not. it was DOOGIE HOWSER MD. i had to get a picture with him so i went up and said, hey can i take a picture with you...he said sure. after the picture, i started to walk away. he said wait! did you like the show? i said it was amazing, you're amazing...and ran off. i was so humiliated. yeah...nice embarassing story, huh?

but really, ben rocks.

ben~ I AM NOT A LESBIAN.

today is the 2001 lilith fair in my cube. i started out with a little alana davis. if you don't know her, you suck. alana is awesome. not only does she have a very unique voice but she is incredibly beautiful. she does an unreal version of 32 flavors by ani difranco. i had the opportunity to meet her in 1998 at bimbos. she was awesome. totally down to earth and she was the sweetest rockstar i have ever met. (next to sarah of course but i'll tell that story at another time.) anyway, my favorite alana song is free. check it out will ya?
next came shawn colvin. not a "few small repairs" but "fat city". "fat city" is one of my favorite albums of all times. orion in the sky...such an amazing song.

gather all your dreams and take them somewhere, so far out of reach
follow the sword of the hunter, and meet me on the beach

i am now on the indigo girls "retorspective". i love the ig's. whenever elise and i go to see them we always pretend we are a couple so we fit in. at the last indigo girls show this girl was totally hitting on me. actually, come to think of it girls hit on me a lot. i think its cool. i don't play for that team.
there was this one time back in my wherehouse days when this girl was buying tickets to see the offspring...after a legnthy chat about music, she asked me to go with her to the show. i was like ummm yeah, i have to work that day. but really i was flattered. its nice to think that some people know an amazing woman when they meet them. the problem is that the last time a guy hit on me...i ended up kissing him. MAN. i like to kiss boys though.

so about this picking up on thing...i have this friend sara. she is totally beautiful and what not. everytime we go out SHE gets hit on. not that i mind because i like all my friends to have a chance for booty but, sara is engaged. so it bugs me when she gets hit on with her ring on. why? i mean why can't i get that attention?

thats it, i'm getting engaged. any takers?

i got my new computer! it totally rocks. it took me a few minutes to download all the tochkies that one must have to survive a day at work.

winamp, napster, aim and of course picking the wallpaper.

wow, i am exhausted from all the work i have done today. i think i need a break.

how much water does the average woman retain while pms'ing? i feel like i am holding the nile in my body right now. seriously...cramps and bloating are not my cup of tea.
i have friends that NEVER get cramps. wanna know what i have to say to you...FUCK YOU (and your untouchable face) yeah YOU! you suck. and ya know what? i think that women who have never experienced cramps are not real women. they are girls. pansies if you will. yeah...try and sit through a 4 day period of bitchiness, cramps and water retention. yeah, like i said P-A-N-S-I-E-S

i think i am done for now. i'll be back later...

this morning i put on "a few small repairs" by shawn colvin. i don't think i have listened to this cd in months. mostly because every fucking radio station in the bay area played sunny came home like it was a fucking nsync song.
i love shawn colvin to death. i love her lyrics and her voice. i think she has a very unique way of song writing. for example; new thing now is about courtney love.

this is your new thing now, prom dress in a snear the woman of the year but not quite. not quite.

it goes on to talk about how she loved her leader of the band. blah blah.

ok two things really fast before i head into work.

#1- boker tov is good morning. i knew i should have paid attention in hebrew school. lila tov (pronounced lie-lah) is good night. no more posting while intoxicated.

#2- while i was on the treadmill, i was enjoying the charlie rose one hour special on tDMB. i did not watch it when it originally aired and have only skimmed through it a few times not paying close attention.
anyway, at the very end of the segment there is a clip of the band playing watchtower...i am obviously paying close attention because well, its dmb of course...at the very end, NO REASON TO GET EXCITED! BAM close up on sharon. that fucking bitch. so its not bad enough that she works for the coolest radio station in the bay area and got to go to the solo acoustic dave show the other day..SHE'S ON THE FUCKING SPECIAL.

i wanna be famous.

damNATION.

the chicken and pasta was quite yummy.

lays the seed, that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes a rose....
why the hell did i say that. OH i know why :o) the friends where ross and rachel go on their "break" is on.
i can't liveeeeee with or without you.

i think i need a moment.
if i don't come back
boker tov(thats goodnight in hebrew)

i changed my mind, i am having chicken and pasta. anyone wanna join me?

i have 48 minutes until i am going to head home. tonights activities - cooking dinner (chicken, rice and veggies) then watching can't hardly wait...

although the guy i am stalking has an indoor soccer game 30 minutes from my house so i *might* have to go...(right right)

i had a very eventful lunch break.

first off, i went tanning.(i don't wanna hear it so DEAL.) anyway, the tanning salon has hired a new employee...who cannot spell for shit. i had to tell her 5 times how to spell my name. NOW...i know i have a difficult name and all but really, i SPELLED the whole fucking name for her S-L-O-W-L-Y and the moron still didn't get it.
after tanning, i headed to marshalls. the thing is that i have a list of places i have banned myself from on my lunchbreak. marshalls and target were the first to be banned. then came the mall...see where i am going with this? i have a shopping addiction. anyway...i really needed a slip because the skirt clinging to the leg thing was not enjoyable. if you shop like me, you know that the bra's and panties(yes i said panties MEGAN.) are in the same section of the store. fifty dollars later i left marshalls.

the cool thing about being in human resources is that we get all kinds of cool trinkets from staffing agencies. last week i got a HUGE crunch bar from one, on monday i got a really cool timer/clock thingie and today....4 mrs. fields cookies. i gave them to james. he is the cute sales boy that sits behind me. he LOVES cookies, and i love him so it all evens out.

recap on the lunch...tanning employees suck, marshalls is banned for REAL now and james is hot.

ok, i just witnessed stinky scratching his head and then touch TWO donuts before he settled on another one. HOW GROSS IS THAT? ewww...see now i am glad i didn't have a krispy kreme. i would be eating stinky's dandruff. that is just wrong. W-R-O-N-G. (another note to you losers reading this that do NOT know me - i spell things out. A LOT.)

why are there still krispy kreme's in the kitchen? i hate this shit. damnit. why do i have to be festively plump? no matter what, i WILL have a krispy kreme next weekend when i am visiting my so cal amigos. i have made it 24 years and 3 months without one, why start now? (right right)

speaking of next weekend, i am so excited. my friend meeka and i are flying to LA to hang out with all the crazies down there. its gonna be mass chaos. saturday lauren is hosting a fabulous party at her and brian's place. jello shots and pot. doesn't get much better than that.
who invented jello shots anyway? i'd like to shake that person's hand. i mean really, two shots and BAM. you can't even taste the alcohol.(if you know how to swallow correctly)
yeah so basically jello shots rock the casbah. kinda like the clash but a little harder.

rock the casbah is one of my favorite lines of any song. why you ask? because it does. i said so. thanks.

i have never had a crush on anyone younger than me. i think i may be developing a crush on a younger man. what does this mean exactally? i have no clue. but he is adorable and 16 isn't that young is it? JUST KIDDING...as gm would say...simmah downn nah.
he's only a year younger. i have such an age complex. on the other hand, as an "older" woman maybe i could be the teacher. heh.

i think my feelings would be best described in a song by the singer michael jackson in his 1982 hit PYT

i want to love you PYT (pretty young thing)
you need some loving TLC (tender loving care)
and i'll take you there.
word.

i use to wonder why my mother would always tell me to wear a slip when i wore a skirt. i never understood it until today. my damn skirt keeps sticking to my legs.

the price we pay for cuteness...

and i do mean cute

i am finally getting my new computer today. as usual...there are some downsides to this.

stinky has to come to my desk and install it.

anyone have a gas mask?

FINALLY YOU PIECE OF SHIT.

anyway, sorry for the multiple posts and poor grammar.

ok...

breathe in

breathe out

breathe in

breathe out.

speaking of which, gavin rossdale is hot. i think he *could* be lickable. hmmm....

ok my blog is not working and sharon is too busy to help me...what the FUCK. why do i always have isssues with this shit. i swear...i work in hi-tech, i should understand hi-tech. and really how fucking hi-tech is this shit really? i mean come on...its a fucking webpage...all you have to do is hit publish and it should fucking publish.

damNATION

WORK YOU GOD DAMNED BLOG.

krispy kremes are the devil.
i did not have one.

i am enjoyed my cappuccino slim fast while my co-workers devowered 5 dozen donuts.

F-A-T asses.

this guy i work with has really bad BO and dandruff. is this grounds for termination? i think so. its nasty...N-A-S-T-Y and no not ms. janet if you're nasty nasty but nasty as in stanky. maybe even stinky. more on stinky later.

and i will guide you and die i would for you, darling you know that.

this line from a pat mcgee band song has been running through my head for a few days now. it kind of brings up an interesting question. is there anyone i would die for? i mean really, are there one or two people you would literally drop your life for? when i was little i was so scared by the thought of death. when someone would talk about or mention death, i use to get all clammy and anxiety ridden. now i just think of it as a better place. when it's my time, it's my time.
back to the subject at hand...i would put my life on the line for my sister and my two brothers. my parents and stepmother as well. but really, would you really drop your life for a friend? i guess it would depend on the friend.
it's interesting how when you grow up you have a different perception of friendship. when i was in 8th grade i wanted to be friends with the cool kids. when i was in high school i wanted to be friends with the popular kids. when i was in college it all changed. i found myself to be friends with people i never would have expected. i was friends with whomever i felt comfortable with, laugh with, and spend an endless amount of time with without getting sick of the person. being popular or cool no longer mattered. it matters who you are.
ok really, back to the dying for your friends...i think deep down i would put my life down for a few of my friends.

ok, enough of this shit.

krispy kremes and coffee meeting in 10.

damn slimfast.

ok, i *think* the bloger is finally agreeing with me. we'll see...ok..where to begin...yeah so i have this friend. he use to be my friend but now we are just friends. ANYWAY, my friend got called to go to the KROQ acoustic dave matthews performance today and...he didn't invite me.
this brings out the bitch in me. seriously. if you knew one of your friends was obsessed with a band and you won tickets to a "special" show...WOULDN'T YOU INVITE THEM? yeah, thats what i fucking thought.

pms sucks...it brings out a whole new me. kinda sassy, but complete BITCH!

despite my hostility, today was not as bad as i once thought. i have a KICK ASS friend named scott that sent me an amazing dmb show. i'm gonna chill and listen to it for a bit. in case i don't come back, shalom chavareem. (that means goodbye my friends in hebrew.)

GOD DAMNIT SON OF A BITCH...i wanted to stay i wanted to play i wanted to BLOG damnit.

DAMNIT...WORK YOU SUCKING BLOGGER :o(

ok...blogger and i are having MAD issues today.

DURVE on the double post....dur dur dur durvue dur dur dur durve durve durve durve durve....

damNATION...i swear to fucking god. i hate stupid people. thats all i need to say. that and john mayer rocks...

i wanna run through the halls of my high school, i wanna scream at the top of my lungs...i just found out there's no such thing as the real world, just a lie you've got to rise above

amanda thinks john is lickable....personally i prefer dan wilson...*sigh*

so yeah...basically today sucks. shitty day all around. work rocks though. we have been expecting a rolling blackout since 11:30am and are still waiting for it. fucking pg&e ruining my internet time.

so i have this friend named sharon whom i have totally stolen the blogging idea from. sharon rocks. she is really cool. hopefully she will find it in her heart to forgive me. please? :o) sharon also go to see dave matthews acoustic today because she has a kick ass job. i hate her.

off for some retail therapy...

welcome to my blog.

what is a blog you ask? well...a blog is basically a place for me to write what i am thinking when i am thinking it. basically it's a place for me to bitch, brag and be myself. if you don't want to listen to me and my ramblings..go home...go away. i don't want you here.

who am i? that's so sweet of you to ask. my name is shayna. i am 24 years old. i live in san mateo, california. i have a fabulous job. i work for an internet start up company in the human resources department. i love my job. my boss loves me (you will soon learn that EVERYONE loves me), i have a minor commute - which is rare in this area, awesome coworkers and a freaking kick ass salary.
those of you who know me(why are you reading this if you don't know me?)know that i have a slight obsession with this rock band from charlottesville, virgina. yes, obsession. like in 30 days i am flying to charlottesville to see the first dmb show to be held in 4 years. like i have been to 46 shows...

i think thats enough info for now.