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Just a horrid week in general. Got called a slutty distracting whore at work, due to my super short shorts. Lost my freaking phone that has information.... I don't even want to get in on what I have on there. I honestly don't know what's next. If I'm lucky they'll find the person who stole my phone, most likely won't. Oh, my niece decided to puke all over my new Marc Jacobs sweater. Lovely, right? Give me triple shot of Vodka. NOW! R.I.P Ryan's iPhone

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I love the boxer briefs from Banana Republic, DKNY, and Emporio Armani. Briefs from aussieBum.

Or you.

I feel like strangling everyone at work! It's like why must you be so incompetent!?!??!!!! Give me the strength to not want to scream at everyone! Every email, every phone call, GAH! GAH GAH GAH GAH!!!!!! One email writes: "Ryan, Need to reshoot for the spread for *censored* magazine. Can you be there by 6:30 am? Photographer is leaving by next week for Paris." GAH! GAH GAH GAH GAH GAH GAH! That's all I can rant about! GAH!

good chapter. totally amazing. waiting for chapter 18.

Chicken stew in the slow cooker. Now I have to warn you guys, my dad and I never measure because we know these recipes. So just adjust it to your taste. 2 cans of diced tomatoes 3/4 of water 6-8 pieces of boneless and skinless chicken breasts roughly chopped 4 cloves of garlic minced (I'm Italian so I use a lot of garlic. ) 1 medium onion chopped 3 carrots peeled and chopped 3-4 potatoes peeled and chopped 2 bay leaves a dash of oregano (I don't know how to word this because I don't measure and usually I use fresh, so adjust to your liking) 2 sprigs of rosemary Here comes the easy part throw it all in the slow cooker. Depending on what kind you have I would set it on medium or high. Should be ready in about 4-5 hours. Season with salt and pepper. Oh, you could add peas, but that's not my thing. Serve with rice or bread.

Happy Birthday, Tranquility. No strangling this time.

Happy Birthday, Daddy! May you have lots of presents!

My sister is pregnant. It's that simple, but my parents won't tell me. I think they want to keep it a secret because she's still not out of the clear from a cancer scare. (She's about 7 weeks now) Our friend from California confirmed to me that there is a bun in the oven, but I knew. Everyone in the damn house is just too cautious around me. The hints are all there. She's a smoker, all of a sudden she stopped. I offered her tequila, she refuses. They know that I know... just pretending that I don't know. The reason I'm up at 5:30 besides my jog? My sister knocks on my door and asks me to make her chicken Alfredo. She's just so needy. Everything is, "Ryan remember that bread you bought? Buy it for me." Or "Ry, can you make me some cookies?" The best is a phone call from yesterday. At the City looking at some stuff. -phone rings- Me: What do you want? Sister: Where are you? Me: City, looking at some stuff. Why? Sister: I was just hungry. How do you feel about chicken curry? Me: Um... it's ok. I'm not cooking again, you need to learn to cook. Ask dad or something. Sister: I like the way you make it better- Me: NO! Sister: Bitch! Don't ever ask me for anything again! Like I ever ask her for anything. I get home and sure enough the lazy sister is watching my dad make her the chicken curry. Dinner table Sister: Get me that bottle of vitamins on my vanity. I get up and go to her room. Me: Why do you have pre-natal vitamins? Are you pregnant? (I'm trying to get her to confess.) Sister: Um... I... Um... Someone told me that if you take these it will make your boobs bigger. -nods head furiously- Me: You're an idiot. I don't know why they let you pass the NCLEX. Sister: Go to the corner and sell yourself. This is just the beginning.

Yes, because you telling her to get a life will make her better. Bravo.

Ashi, oh gosh. Why would I date Yang? That's like.... that would.... oh no. As for makeup, in my profession I do it on others, so I don't wear it. I will admit there are days I have to because I literally have not slept for days.

I don't wear makeup, Yang.

I do cry, but I try to control it. Breaking down is hard for me. It's almost like I don't like being vulnerable, even to myself.

Two bottoms don't make a top.