Bunny and Rocco are two hot messes at the moment and both in recovery from last night's debauchery. Rocco went to a theme party and when Bunny arrived at his loft this morning he was still wearing his mullet weave from the night before. Bunny is *gasp* wearing big sunglasses and a ball cap while she's recovering from being a dancing queen downtown and drinking too many Wizards, one of her favorite cocktails.
Rocco is now boycotting leaving his loft and Bunny is considering going shopping for some lingirie. Whatever happens next, debauchery will certainly follow.
Also, for those of you who watch Rock of Love with Bret Michaels on VH1- I would just like to say that I am glad Bret chose who he did- as much as I loved Daisy, homegirl needs to get her act together. But her "ex-boyfriend" is sexy in a bad boy rocker way.
TTFN,
Bunny
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Mariah Carey's New Song is Beyond Bad
I have to admit I was strangely looking forward to Mariah's new single. Especially since Madonna & Justin Timberlake's new song is almost upon us. I was hoping for it to be so amazing that we would really have a battle for the best new song. However Mariah not only dropped the ball, but she's not even in the same playing field. It is pure garbage. A filler track from "Butterfly" at it's best. Here you go, listen away.
Touch My Body - Mariah Carey
Touch My Body - Mariah Carey
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
The Superbowl, Single Thoughts, and Bunny's Crush
Admittedly, it has been far too long since Bunny's last post. However, I can justify that because of the NFL Playoffs, doing fabulous socialite things, and work. But now it is time to reflect on the past several weeks so that you are never out of the loop.
The Superbowl
What an amazing game. While I am a Cowboys fan at heart, when my boys lost their Superbowl bid, I was forced to choose sides in one of the most important games in NFL history. I assume at this point you are asking yourself, "Bunny likes football? How could that be?" Well, Bunny has many facets. And one of those facets is the all American love of football and the love of America's team- The Dallas Cowboys. Moving on, the overhyped drama that was the Patriots undefeated season came to a head on Febuary 3rd. And while I can appreciate that they did play some good football, it just seemed that Brady and his boys were riding the arrogance wagon a little hard. And then enter Eli Manning who brought those boys to their knees. And while his recievers didn't bring their A game to Arizona, the victory was well won. Not to mention the delight I felt while watching the "Tom Brady Getting Sacked" montage in the 3rd quarter because up until this game, Brady had been the untouchable pretty boy baby daddy of the NFL. And thanks to Manning and the Giants, Brady and Belicheck are off of their high horses and now the 72 Dolphins can sleep a little easier knowing their record is still in tact.
Single Thoughts
At lunch today with HH, one of my fabulous (and straight) guy friends, he reminded me that Valentines day is a mere 9 days away. Valentines day for the single people is like being the little Jewish kid at your 3rd grade Christmas party.This also cause me to reflect on the things that I have learned in my 2 or so years of being a single lady (also to be called as the post-LWF era). As more time goes by and I see more of my single friends couple off, there are certain lessons a single girl must learn. The first is that you have to cope with becoming the 3rd or 5th wheel when you go out with your friends, which is admittedly not always easy, but if you can't handle being around couples, you might as well just stay home. The second lesson I have learned is that the grass isn't always greener on the other side. While coupledom can be nice, it is still nice for me to be able to make plans on my own without ok'ing it with someone or having to reply "I'll have to see what WE have planned." Not to mention the horror stories you hear from your coupled friends about the minute and silly things they fight about. My significant other is a chihuahua who doesn't care if I stay out too late or have too much wine. The third lesson I have learned is to stay at home on Valentines day, close the blinds, and have too many cocktails and order takeout. Because as I have learned, being a strong black woman means you don't have to have a man.
My Crush
Is a bartender. The bad boy type. Oh, and he knows it. Admittedly he is "the guy you see in-between boyfriends" which to me = dangerous. Shaved head and tatooed. And while generally I am attracted to suit-wearing, VP title having,SUV driving, Guido types, there's just something about a bad boy that can drive even the most well-behaved socialite types crazy. So I guess I'll just enjoy the eye candy for now.
Cocktail time.
xoxo,
Bunny
The Superbowl
What an amazing game. While I am a Cowboys fan at heart, when my boys lost their Superbowl bid, I was forced to choose sides in one of the most important games in NFL history. I assume at this point you are asking yourself, "Bunny likes football? How could that be?" Well, Bunny has many facets. And one of those facets is the all American love of football and the love of America's team- The Dallas Cowboys. Moving on, the overhyped drama that was the Patriots undefeated season came to a head on Febuary 3rd. And while I can appreciate that they did play some good football, it just seemed that Brady and his boys were riding the arrogance wagon a little hard. And then enter Eli Manning who brought those boys to their knees. And while his recievers didn't bring their A game to Arizona, the victory was well won. Not to mention the delight I felt while watching the "Tom Brady Getting Sacked" montage in the 3rd quarter because up until this game, Brady had been the untouchable pretty boy baby daddy of the NFL. And thanks to Manning and the Giants, Brady and Belicheck are off of their high horses and now the 72 Dolphins can sleep a little easier knowing their record is still in tact.
Single Thoughts
At lunch today with HH, one of my fabulous (and straight) guy friends, he reminded me that Valentines day is a mere 9 days away. Valentines day for the single people is like being the little Jewish kid at your 3rd grade Christmas party.This also cause me to reflect on the things that I have learned in my 2 or so years of being a single lady (also to be called as the post-LWF era). As more time goes by and I see more of my single friends couple off, there are certain lessons a single girl must learn. The first is that you have to cope with becoming the 3rd or 5th wheel when you go out with your friends, which is admittedly not always easy, but if you can't handle being around couples, you might as well just stay home. The second lesson I have learned is that the grass isn't always greener on the other side. While coupledom can be nice, it is still nice for me to be able to make plans on my own without ok'ing it with someone or having to reply "I'll have to see what WE have planned." Not to mention the horror stories you hear from your coupled friends about the minute and silly things they fight about. My significant other is a chihuahua who doesn't care if I stay out too late or have too much wine. The third lesson I have learned is to stay at home on Valentines day, close the blinds, and have too many cocktails and order takeout. Because as I have learned, being a strong black woman means you don't have to have a man.
My Crush
Is a bartender. The bad boy type. Oh, and he knows it. Admittedly he is "the guy you see in-between boyfriends" which to me = dangerous. Shaved head and tatooed. And while generally I am attracted to suit-wearing, VP title having,SUV driving, Guido types, there's just something about a bad boy that can drive even the most well-behaved socialite types crazy. So I guess I'll just enjoy the eye candy for now.
Cocktail time.
xoxo,
Bunny
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Rocco is a victim...
of the flu! Damn all the luck. Here I am devoting time at the gym and I get sick. My best gay has it as well so now that the gays have the flu it should be all over the playground. Im drinking theraflu and listening to Taylor Swift. Which reminds me...
Bunny and I went hunting for predators today at our office. We haven't been able to get together at the office in awhile so that was fun. First I shall divulge the deets about the office. Its in a grocery store, little bistro tables (granite) right next to packaged salami and cheeses. It's a sad sad world when the best sushi in town comes from Crookshire's. Anyway, some socialites meet up at Starbucks or Pinkberry, not us, we're too cool for something so ordinary.
The predator hunting was unsuccessful. None were out and about. However, had we stayed about 15 minutes later we would have found a whole slew. Some po-dunk town 60 miles away thought it would be an amazing school field trip to send the small children to a 'big city' grocery store. Had we had the time, I just know we would have found predators o' plenty.
So Im cranky and at home. The Florida primaries are on and I am either going to be devestated or happy. I am not watching cuz I can not handle the rollercoaster of emotions as the percentages come in. Come on Hillary! Bill, stay at home! Youre fucking it up. Which reminds me...
How about Obama being a complete and total douche bag and giving Hillary the shaft at the State of the Union Address last night? I'm over it. goodnight
Bunny and I went hunting for predators today at our office. We haven't been able to get together at the office in awhile so that was fun. First I shall divulge the deets about the office. Its in a grocery store, little bistro tables (granite) right next to packaged salami and cheeses. It's a sad sad world when the best sushi in town comes from Crookshire's. Anyway, some socialites meet up at Starbucks or Pinkberry, not us, we're too cool for something so ordinary.
The predator hunting was unsuccessful. None were out and about. However, had we stayed about 15 minutes later we would have found a whole slew. Some po-dunk town 60 miles away thought it would be an amazing school field trip to send the small children to a 'big city' grocery store. Had we had the time, I just know we would have found predators o' plenty.
So Im cranky and at home. The Florida primaries are on and I am either going to be devestated or happy. I am not watching cuz I can not handle the rollercoaster of emotions as the percentages come in. Come on Hillary! Bill, stay at home! Youre fucking it up. Which reminds me...
How about Obama being a complete and total douche bag and giving Hillary the shaft at the State of the Union Address last night? I'm over it. goodnight
Monday, January 28, 2008
Rocco Goes to Figure World
So I Rocco, being of no longer thin body and jager-mind, am at a crossroads. 2007 was a very fun year, but upon looking at my December diet of What-a-Burger & Jager, I realize that I may not have made the best decisions for myself health-wise. However, I certainly lived it up in the hijinks's and debauchery department. One night I'm spray painting Railroad ties bright silver (every little bit helps) and the next Im holding a beer bottle in my hand trying to fight a much larger than myself drunken redneck. I must somehow continue to have fun and save the world from square toed shoes and live a healthy (healthy in the gay world for those who don't know equates a body fat % of an Olsen and the tan of Paris Hilton in June)life. Woe is me.
Fact: I gained 15 lbs in one month.
Let's give a little background history shall we? I have always been in the 145-155 range. I hardly ever gain weight and eating fast food has never been a problem. That is until I went to LA for New Years, tried on a D&G sweater, only to discover... love handles! Where did these monstrosities come from? They are foreign and un-welcome. Never in my life have I been looked at as fat, but there I was in Bloomingdale's, no longer a small/medium. The D&G is now a large, and the Seven for all Mankind jeans, now a 30/31. I should have seen this coming. For a few months, there have been things in my closet I could no longer wear. I of course dismissed it as poor laundering. Which isn't an odd concept, considering the fact that I do housework about as well as George W runs the country.
So here I am in January with a mission. I can either eat myself into the 50% off bin at the big and tall store, or I can re-gain my status as a small/medium with a 29 inch waist. I shall never wear only black or hide under bulky layers, so off I go to Figure World, with a new years resolution to not only lose the excess weight, but to become a prime figure of health and sex symbol-dom. A tad lofty I know, but anything worth doing is worth doing drunk...errr, well.
So here is my analysis from the gym. I am not amused.
Weight - 171 lbs
BMI - 22.7%
Body Fat - 15.3%
Waist - 34 WHAT??!?!?!
Biceps - 13 (I'm a skinny fat person)
Hips - 37.5
Thigh - 21.25
That was just 2 weeks ago. I have lost 3 lbs since then due to a yo yo diet of water, vodka, salads & Taco Bell. But it gets better. Last night I took photos of my midsection. This is not good. I repeat not good. I can not believe I am doing this. I guess if this doesn't prove my willingness to change then nothing will. These are not for the faint of heart. I also believe that I have belly button lint. Since when did I start getting belly button lint? Apparently the folds in my stomach eat my clothing because I need to be eating something at all times.
So I am hitting the gym 4-5 times a week now, nothing too serious and am attempting 4 yoga classes a week. I will update as often as possible cuz I can't just throw up pictures of my grossness without proving I am changing it. So its serious. I have sadly, left Bunny to her own devices as of late, but don't you worry, I am quite capable of hijinks's. Why just this last weekend I went on a bender starting at around 2:30 in the afternoon and ending at about 3:30 a.m. I'm still hardcore, just not as often. Bunny and I will be back in full form together very soon. Just yesterday our lazy asses were texting each other while laying in bed. She was watching Lifetime or something but I was attached to America's Next Top Model. I don't know what it is about that show, but I love it. They replayed the entire season with Natasha, who by the way, should have won. Have you seen Jaslene's commercials? She sounds like John Leguizamo in "To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar." Its horrendous. So I am getting back to work, a girls gotta pay the bills somehow. Carry on.
Fact: I gained 15 lbs in one month.
Let's give a little background history shall we? I have always been in the 145-155 range. I hardly ever gain weight and eating fast food has never been a problem. That is until I went to LA for New Years, tried on a D&G sweater, only to discover... love handles! Where did these monstrosities come from? They are foreign and un-welcome. Never in my life have I been looked at as fat, but there I was in Bloomingdale's, no longer a small/medium. The D&G is now a large, and the Seven for all Mankind jeans, now a 30/31. I should have seen this coming. For a few months, there have been things in my closet I could no longer wear. I of course dismissed it as poor laundering. Which isn't an odd concept, considering the fact that I do housework about as well as George W runs the country.
So here I am in January with a mission. I can either eat myself into the 50% off bin at the big and tall store, or I can re-gain my status as a small/medium with a 29 inch waist. I shall never wear only black or hide under bulky layers, so off I go to Figure World, with a new years resolution to not only lose the excess weight, but to become a prime figure of health and sex symbol-dom. A tad lofty I know, but anything worth doing is worth doing drunk...errr, well.
So here is my analysis from the gym. I am not amused.
Weight - 171 lbs
BMI - 22.7%
Body Fat - 15.3%
Waist - 34 WHAT??!?!?!
Biceps - 13 (I'm a skinny fat person)
Hips - 37.5
Thigh - 21.25
That was just 2 weeks ago. I have lost 3 lbs since then due to a yo yo diet of water, vodka, salads & Taco Bell. But it gets better. Last night I took photos of my midsection. This is not good. I repeat not good. I can not believe I am doing this. I guess if this doesn't prove my willingness to change then nothing will. These are not for the faint of heart. I also believe that I have belly button lint. Since when did I start getting belly button lint? Apparently the folds in my stomach eat my clothing because I need to be eating something at all times.
So I am hitting the gym 4-5 times a week now, nothing too serious and am attempting 4 yoga classes a week. I will update as often as possible cuz I can't just throw up pictures of my grossness without proving I am changing it. So its serious. I have sadly, left Bunny to her own devices as of late, but don't you worry, I am quite capable of hijinks's. Why just this last weekend I went on a bender starting at around 2:30 in the afternoon and ending at about 3:30 a.m. I'm still hardcore, just not as often. Bunny and I will be back in full form together very soon. Just yesterday our lazy asses were texting each other while laying in bed. She was watching Lifetime or something but I was attached to America's Next Top Model. I don't know what it is about that show, but I love it. They replayed the entire season with Natasha, who by the way, should have won. Have you seen Jaslene's commercials? She sounds like John Leguizamo in "To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar." Its horrendous. So I am getting back to work, a girls gotta pay the bills somehow. Carry on.
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