Here's the link to the intern girl who got outed on Wonkette for having sexual escapades with the Washington set, Blog Interrupted.
I wonder if the Capitol Hill intern guys still play rugby on Saturdays near the White House? I went to a game once, and it was fun. When I was interning in DC, I was just a lowly Georgetown/arts magazine intern and not a swinging Capitol Hill intern. I did attend a bunch of parties on the hill however, because the food was free and the booze was flowing. I never hooked up with any reps or senators though. Those guys were just way too old for my taste back then.
S. Brenda Elfgirl - I was told I am an elf in a parallel life, and I live in the Arizona desert exploring what this means. I've had this blog for a while and I write about the things that interest me. My spiritual teacher told me that my journey in life is about balancing "the perfect oneness of a sweetness heart and the effulgent soul". My inner and outer lives are like parallel lines that will one day meet, but only when there is a new way of thinking. Read on as I try to find the balance.
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Monday, August 16, 2004
That Washington Post article about the intern getting busted on Wonkette for writing about her six romps with politicos in Wash DC has me freaked.
Don't want the same thing happening to me and my red-headed guy. I'll have to edit the blog a bit to make red-headed guy a bit more anonymous. Not that he's anybody famous or anything, but I guess you just can't be too careful
Don't want the same thing happening to me and my red-headed guy. I'll have to edit the blog a bit to make red-headed guy a bit more anonymous. Not that he's anybody famous or anything, but I guess you just can't be too careful
Sunday, August 15, 2004
So some guy from the DNC called thanking me for donating to John Kerry's campaign, and I decided I needed to rant and I told him that I thought Bush would win by a landslide. The guy asked me I had read the article from NY Times, but I told him I had no idea what he was talking about.
I told him that Ralph Nader was a spoiler, the Greens were trouble and going to mess up the election, Howard Dean should never been allowed to ever run from democratic nomination and should never have been allowed to be in the public eye and that his supporters were still ambivalent about throwing their support towards Kerry, and if we ever receive another terrorist attack, then the american people aren't going to want to change captains in midstream.
I'm sure the guy was just laughing on the phone about my rant. But he was good, and asked me donate more money $44 to be exact, because Kerry if elected will be the 44th president, and the money will be spent by the DNC to counter the Bush attack ads that are running the battleground states.
Of course, I donated because I thought the 44 idea was cute, but I still think the Shrubmeister will win by a landslide. Those protestors heading to NYC to mess up the GOP convention aren't going to help the cause either. I'm sure the people in middle america will just be disgusted at the left wing protestor freak show that is bound to happen, and they're going to think to themselves, "I'm sure glad Bush is in charge, and not those people" and they're going to vote this opinion at the polls in November.
And I'm sorry, no amount of money by George Soros or money given to moveon.org is going to change the opinions in the country's heartland, at least not the way they're trying to do it.
I told him that Ralph Nader was a spoiler, the Greens were trouble and going to mess up the election, Howard Dean should never been allowed to ever run from democratic nomination and should never have been allowed to be in the public eye and that his supporters were still ambivalent about throwing their support towards Kerry, and if we ever receive another terrorist attack, then the american people aren't going to want to change captains in midstream.
I'm sure the guy was just laughing on the phone about my rant. But he was good, and asked me donate more money $44 to be exact, because Kerry if elected will be the 44th president, and the money will be spent by the DNC to counter the Bush attack ads that are running the battleground states.
Of course, I donated because I thought the 44 idea was cute, but I still think the Shrubmeister will win by a landslide. Those protestors heading to NYC to mess up the GOP convention aren't going to help the cause either. I'm sure the people in middle america will just be disgusted at the left wing protestor freak show that is bound to happen, and they're going to think to themselves, "I'm sure glad Bush is in charge, and not those people" and they're going to vote this opinion at the polls in November.
And I'm sorry, no amount of money by George Soros or money given to moveon.org is going to change the opinions in the country's heartland, at least not the way they're trying to do it.
Red-headed boy count = 2
So I bagged the red-headed marina frat boy today. It was so much fun, and so wickedly, wickedly evil! I gotta give the guy credit ... he is fun to hang with. We met at a hip shopping outlet mall in the East Bay, and I was talking to an acquaintance from work in the Crate & Barrel Outlet when he walked in like two hours late for our lunch. He is so bad at time management. So I had to tell him that he should be lucky he has a very, very long leash, because if I had given him a short leash, he'd have hung himself by now.
We ate lunch at a french cafe. I couldn't figure out what to eat, so he ordered a bunch of appetizers and then he apologized for being a take charge kind of guy. Whatever! I was glad one of us could figure out what to eat. I was really, really nervous about seeing him again, and I really wasn't hungry. And then I went through this thing about how fat I was feeling, and I didn't want him to think I eat like a pig, even though I kind of do.
I'm definitely getting a good ego stroking, because the guy is profusely complimentary and I feel very wanted and needed right now. And sadly I haven't had this feeling for a very, very long time.
Honestly I have no idea where this is all going. I kind of don't care right now either, which is not like me at all. Red-headed guy is just such a trip to hang with, and we get along very, very well and he makes me laugh and I'm very much myself with him I think. I told him that I can't figure out him out, but that it was a good thing because I didn't think I'd ever get bored with him.
But I always get bored with men and relationships... it's like a bad habit of mine. And red-headed guy already said I was really hard on his ego, and I felt so bad when he said that. To make up, I kissed his hand three times. I really should be much nicer to him though, because we do have a good time when we're together. And he likes to drink Negro Modelos, which is my favourite mexican beer. And if he likes Red Stripe as well, my all time favourite beer, then I'll really be in trouble.
But just so you don't think it was all that perfect, he kind of banned me from sending him email which kind of annoys me. He said he gets 90 emails a day, and doesn't want to add any more to his load. He says he's like so tech friendly, but I don't think so. If he was, why ban me from his email? I've been emailing guys since I was 18 years old, and I hate that he said I can't send him email.
So I bagged the red-headed marina frat boy today. It was so much fun, and so wickedly, wickedly evil! I gotta give the guy credit ... he is fun to hang with. We met at a hip shopping outlet mall in the East Bay, and I was talking to an acquaintance from work in the Crate & Barrel Outlet when he walked in like two hours late for our lunch. He is so bad at time management. So I had to tell him that he should be lucky he has a very, very long leash, because if I had given him a short leash, he'd have hung himself by now.
We ate lunch at a french cafe. I couldn't figure out what to eat, so he ordered a bunch of appetizers and then he apologized for being a take charge kind of guy. Whatever! I was glad one of us could figure out what to eat. I was really, really nervous about seeing him again, and I really wasn't hungry. And then I went through this thing about how fat I was feeling, and I didn't want him to think I eat like a pig, even though I kind of do.
I'm definitely getting a good ego stroking, because the guy is profusely complimentary and I feel very wanted and needed right now. And sadly I haven't had this feeling for a very, very long time.
Honestly I have no idea where this is all going. I kind of don't care right now either, which is not like me at all. Red-headed guy is just such a trip to hang with, and we get along very, very well and he makes me laugh and I'm very much myself with him I think. I told him that I can't figure out him out, but that it was a good thing because I didn't think I'd ever get bored with him.
But I always get bored with men and relationships... it's like a bad habit of mine. And red-headed guy already said I was really hard on his ego, and I felt so bad when he said that. To make up, I kissed his hand three times. I really should be much nicer to him though, because we do have a good time when we're together. And he likes to drink Negro Modelos, which is my favourite mexican beer. And if he likes Red Stripe as well, my all time favourite beer, then I'll really be in trouble.
But just so you don't think it was all that perfect, he kind of banned me from sending him email which kind of annoys me. He said he gets 90 emails a day, and doesn't want to add any more to his load. He says he's like so tech friendly, but I don't think so. If he was, why ban me from his email? I've been emailing guys since I was 18 years old, and I hate that he said I can't send him email.
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