I dreamt I had a penis

Yep.
One night, last year, I actually had a dream that I had a penis.
I've always wondered what it would be like, I'm not gonna lie.
In my dream, I could actually feel it.
It was like having a giant clitoris extending from my crotch, lol.
A rod of pleasure, if you will.
I don't know if that is what it actually feels like to have one,
obviously,
but in my dream... that's what it felt like.
I don't know why I decided to share this with you... but now you know.

I once had a penis.

A whole lot of nothing

Hello my friends~!~!

I have had a lot of great blog-able activities occurring lately, however my freaking internet is down and has been since Tuesday! I am at my mommy-in-law's house, and don't really have time for a full-blown blog. The repair man is at my house right now... so I'll post soon!

And Andrea don't worry I'll plug your blog soon!

Trina

Megan

Hey guys, one of my best friends, Megan (you Skiatook-ians know her), just started a blog, so check it out!! She's funny, cool, beautiful and interesting... so encourage her to start blogging.

Here's the link: nagemlynn. blogspot. com

And for all of you who are annoyed at my lack of blogging lately, I promise I will start blogging more, especially when I am done with this semester. I am taking the summer off of school because I need a BREAK!!

I have so many awesomely funny blogs that I could write, except many of them are about my family members and in-laws, and I have sent them all my blog address, lol. Is there a way around that? I don't want to get in trouble with the fam, ya know.

Love to you all,

Trina

broke broke broke

I hate it when someone says, "I'm so broke" when they have like $500 in the bank. When I say "I'm so broke" that usually means that I have like $1.50 in the bank, ha. Which is really horrible, I know.

I should save money, blah blah blah... but what good is a savings account if I die tomorrow? Is anyone going to say, "It's a shame she's gone... she had $5000 in savings." Umm No, probably not. If I do save money, it's for a specific purpose.

I don't have a problem not having a savings account... my problem is the credit card debt. Why on earth was I ever so stupid to even get a freaking credit card? I don't care what anyone says, having good credit is not all it's cracked up to be. It just leaves you with $7000 in debt, making the minimum payments every month hoping you'll run into a bunch of money and pay it all off. Soo I chopped one of my credit cards into little bitty pieces and I am working up the nerve to do it to the rest of them.

I'm tired of stressing about it... there are a lot of people in worse situations than me, so who cares. I've learned my lesson... don't buy things you can't afford. Don't allow yourself to pay for groceries and gas with your credit card because it's a downward spiral...

So pretty much I have to get part time job (BLAH) so that we can kick this debt in the arse. So I'm going to be going to school full time, working part time... and not seeing my precious Aidan as much as I want to. Only temporary, though.

Well now that you all know my financial situation (which Josh is going to kill me for, lol. He hates it when I share that sort of thing) I suppose I ought to shut up.

Treen

Dear Dustin King,

Dustin,

I don't know who you are, but apparently you had my cell phone number before I did. And even though it has been well over a year since I've had this number, I still get calls and texts for you. It seems you were quite the ladies man. Let me share a recent conversation via text messages I just had with what I assume is one of your many she-admirers:

Person: Dustin?
Me: Wrong number. (This seems simple enough, should be the end of the conversation, right? Wrong.)
Person: This isn't Dustin King? (Ok, seriously? Do you think giving me the last name is going to change anything? My theory is that you are a psycho-obsessed teenage girl that poor Dustin King slept with once, and now you are stalking him. Here's the thing: THIS IS MY PHONE NUMBER NOW. NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU CALL IT, IT IS NEVER GOING TO BE DUSTIN KING'S NUMBER AGAIN! EVER!)
Me: No, I have had this number for over a year now. If you talk to this Dustin person, would you please tell him to inform everyone that this is no longer his phone? I am tired of getting his calls. (This took two text messages to send.)
Person: Sry (How mush work is it to throw in an extra "or"? So, you're "sry"? Well, you certainly should be "sry", because this conversation should have ended after your first text message. And I am not much of a texter, I don't even have a texting plan on my phone(MY phone, NOT Dustin's), therefore... each text costs me $0.20. Your stupidity officially cost me $1.20, so thanks a lot.

So Dustin, as horrible as I feel for you that you have a stalker, I really can't get involved - I have enough drama in my own life. Could you please inform everyone you know that you have changed your number? Thanks so much.

Trina Okerson