Bitch killed my buzz!

August 25, 2007. It was my half-birthday. I had a party. It was a sex toy party (though that is an overstatement because more than half of the stuff they sell aren't sex toys). It was with the company Slumber Parties and the woman's name was Kim (I'll be nice and leave off her last name, though I should put it up to prevent others from being ripped off). I had met her at a party my coworker had and decided to host my own. Five of my friends came, and three people bought stuff. One of my friends who couldn't come gave me her order a week later which I e-mailed to Kim along with another order of mine because I got hostess credits for that order as well. Kim came to my house to pick up the check for the e-mailed order and my new order and to drop off my first order and one of my friends' orders. And that was the last I ever heard from her.

Yeah, she totally ripped off me and my friends. She definitely cashed my check. I had e-mailed her and called her many times, but she never responded. Slumber Parties has a disclaimer that they are not responsible for undelivered products, but I e-mailed them anyway. No response back either.

(P² said what if she died? I said I had thought the same thing, but I doubt that's the case. He then said, maybe she's a drug addict because drug addicts have a tendency to suddenly drop all of their commitments and responsibilities. I said but she has a son. He said that doesn't matter in fact parents are among the worst.)

Then my friend, whose order I had e-mailed, threw a party at the beginning of February. The woman at the party was Martha and her company is For Your Pleasure. Not only was she much better, friendlier and funnier, she told me that what Kim had done is against the law and I could pursue legal action against her. Martha helped me with all the details, but when it came time to e-mail Kim my 10-day warning, the e-mail bounced back! By this point I had just about had enough. She told me about other things I could do, and P² even tried do some research for an address and stuff, but I'm done. I was done in November really, but I felt bad for my friends who also got ripped off, which is why I tried, but I know one of them doesn't seem to care much, and I'm not sure about the other.

So yeah, NEVER BOOK A PARTY WITH SLUMBER PARTIES!!!!

What pisses me off the MOST is not the money (though of course that pisses me off because I have negative amounts of money). It's the fact that when I look at the products I got from my first order and from my coworker's party, I just think about how she ripped me off! How can I fucking use these fucking products now?! WORST. BUZZKILL. EVER.

I should just toss it all in the trash because they are counterproductive now, but I'm hoping the anger and loathing will diminish, and I will be able to use this shit properly. I can't even use the talcum powder spray that has pheromones in it. I am THAT pissed.

I hope I don't transfer this anger to ALL sex and romance products. So far I haven't. At the party in February I bought this heart thing that warms up when you flex this metal disc inside of it. It's very nice because my apartment is freezing. I haven't associated any anger with the hot heart. Good. Maybe I can move on to other things. Although I don't think I can ever buy and use similar products to the ones I had bought from that horrible woman. Booo.

I'm definitely going to book a party with Martha. Hopefully soon.

Happy Birthday to Me!

Today at 11:52 AM I will officially have reached my 25 year mark. Hooray! It's my golden year (25 born on 25). I'm excited. I don't really have anything planned for today except a whole lotta nothing. That's what I want to do on my birthday. Just relax on purpose (as opposed to getting some time off and ending up not doing anything then feeling guilty about it).

Partay!

I had my birthday party last Saturday night. I made all the food. I didn't take very good pictures (I have no future in food photography). Everyone said it was delicious, and since they kept eating it, I'm assuming they weren't lying.


Usually we have water and mayo in our fridge.
This is the most full it's ever been.
We both said we had to take a picture.


P² said this was the best salsa he ever had.
Liar.
But it was still very yummy.


Corn salsa!


Guacamole!
This took a lot of elbow grease because the avocados weren't entirely mushy.
I had to mush them myself.


Beans!
This and the guacamole were gone by the end of the night.


I even popped the taco shells in the oven.
I went all out.

Oscars!

It had its moments, and I like that they made fun of the montages.

They totally left out Brad Renfro from the memorium. WTF.

I love love love that Diablo Cody won Best Original Screenplay.

Bourne Ultimatum? Um...hello? Transformers!! Idiots.

"And the baby goes to..." Oh, Jon Stewart. Love him!