After. I literally passed out sobbing.

No, I'm quite certain nobody drugged me. I asked him to surprise me when he asked what I wanted. So he made me this drink that basically had a ton of different things in it. And he specifically mentioned that there was rum in it, which basically turns my blood to poison and makes me do dumb shit and blackout.

So, I did something very stupid last night. I went over to a guy I've been datings house, where there was a party. He made me a blue drink that had God only knows what in it and the rest of the evening is a bit of a blur. But I do remember having sex with him, him telling me that he isn't interested in having a…

I'm not sure that there is a sleazier, more calculating, conniving piece of garbage on earth than this cunt. Every single thing he has done since that night that Natalie Holloway disappeared has been revolting.

Oh, yeah. I am one of those people who really can't stand kids...or the heat. But it wasn't too bad because we went during the week and it wasn't during a school vacation. The lines moved pretty fast. And I was absolutely shit faced within 2 hours of being at Epcot. I suspect that's where a lot of my money went :(

It was fun! Just expensive. VERY expensive.

I felt like I wanted a loaded pistol when I LEFT Disney World last month. 3 days and $1500 later. Good Lord was I mad at the world.

For sure! I make a mean red sauce and the recipe is generations old. Yup, grandma used canned crushed tomatoes because that lady had shit to do. Who has time to blanche tomatoes? And at this point I'm not even sure the sauce would taste the same if I did that. My sauce rules. I don't care if it's bad for me.

Aren't there nude women in the regular ole newspapers in the UK too? They call them "page 6 girls" or something? Meaning that in page 6 of the newspaper you will see a glamour model with her breasts exposed? I always found that really strange. Part of me chalked it up to the Europeans being much less modest about…

While we're on the subject of Kelly Rowland, I have to get this out:

Not sure if it's my favorite, but it definitely was the one I listened to 80 times during my last "break up".

Ha! That's almost funny. We made out this time at South Station (Boston) where people were walking past and he actually texted me to say that he thought that it was "better" than making out at his studio because of that fact.

Thanks for this comment. This really gave me a different perspective on things! Although I totally appreciate ALL of the comments that I've been given. They have all been very insightful, for sure.

Yeah, this is all very true. I am very used to making the first move with men. I'm just not used to this level of...fear? Because I guess that's what I'm sensing about him. He's afraid.Usually when I make the first move with a guy, they are totally fine afterwards. Or they at least will say little things like "oh…

No, fuck that guy. If he's a big enough baby to block you just for saying a casual hello then leave him be. No sense in communicating with someone like that.

I'm pretty sure that's not the case. I say this because when he told me about beng 26 and a virgin, it was because he was showing me a painting he did of himself naked. Another self portrait he did was about masturbation...

I started dating this strange artist guy a few weeks ago. And I'm trying really hard to figure out what his deal is, so I suppose I'll just ask what you guys think.

I think a big part of her problem is that deep down she doesn't even WANT to be happy. She bitched at her wedding when Jasons friends started having a good time. She had a full on temper tantrum when Jason threw her a birthday party. She looked out into the ocean on her honeymoon and sobbed. She's just a miserable…

Part of me wonders if drugs aren't the worst thing that Amanda Bynes has going on in her life. All of the comments she has made lately about her weight, her nose, her "webbed eyes" (what the hell are webbed eyes???) and her not wanting the paps to get photos of her because she thinks she looks ugly...ugh. Girl, you…

Yeah, pretty much.