It's time to say goodbye to Xanga. No more updates. I'm always forgetting this password, and I spent more time on Myspace.com. Sooooooooooooooooooooooo, if you go to my page there, I'll have my updates. However, only my friends on the site will be able to read it, so if you're not a friend there, become one. And it's pretty ridiculous, b/c I think I'm up to like 130 friends because I just approve everyone with absolutely no screening process.

Anywho, this entire site will be down within the week, I don't need to revisit these entries, I was pretty sparse with the details anyway. See you on myspace.

 Moooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooving on up and out.

I am effing happy. Twas a fabulous weekend of friends and oh la la. In honor of David Letterman, here are the Top Ten Reasons Theresa's Weekend Rocked....

10. I'm already anticipating my pug get together next weekend with other pug/owners with way too much time on their hands.

9.  Beautiful weather.

8.  Got a more natural tan walking around Hershey Park for 10 hours.

7. Spent all weekend away from Harrisburg (it's nice to get out of dodge sometimes).

6. Watched an UFC match.

5. The cutest guy flirted with me at Turkey Hill (awe!) and I bullshitted my knowledged about the UFC and he was mighty impressed.

4. Made sexy plans for every weekend this June already.

3.  Free entrance into Hershey Park with free lunch and dinner.

2. Spent time with my near and dear friend Andrea. Laughed for a good 10 hours straight, couldn't have been better.

1. Spent time with a wonderful man who is genuinely sweet, makes me laugh, and isn't superficial. What more could a girl ask for? He's a nice guy who has great values.  :)

I am feeling very sad today, and it'll probably continue until this weekend. Have you even done something, then looked back and thought, "oh my dear lord, i'm such an effing moron". I know no one but me says effing, but that's really besides the point.

Blah.

Here's what makes me happy right now though....

and this....

and there was supposed to be a third picture of Wentworth Miller from "Prison Break" here, but screw you picture uploading thingy. So, in conclusion, if someone could cover Wentworth Miller (naked) in dark chocolate and have him holding my pug, then I'll smile. Until then, let the pity party continue.

Here's my monthly update for the two people that read this freaking hilarious xanga. I'll do it in order of topics to make it seem slightly more interesting.

Work: It's always a work in progress b/c I have the attention span of a gnat (although I never really got that statement, I tend to think a gnat would be a great creature of stability). But with things in the work, and the decision not to relocate now, I'm in a good place.

Family: Everyone is good. Cough.

Friends: Excellent, I'm making time to see everyone this summer, with vacations lined up and such. But I'm such a beach whore, so if either of you two reading this (ha, I thought that was funny) want an impromptu beach trip sometime this summer, lemme know.

Hershey: The cutest puppy alive.....ah.......IS AWESOME. She pretty much got "sit" down, and that's about it. Although she is working on "barking her damn brains out whenever I leave" command. And as Jason discovered, puppies are quite different from cats b/c they totally don't land on their feet. Sorry Hershey.

Annoying People who won't stop calling me: Ok, this is my total rant now. First of all, if I haven't talked to you in over a year, why do you even have my phone number still? Secondly, don't call me once and not leave a message and especially don't call me over a dozen times (talking to you Polish man, you're nice, but we're not amigos). It's called editing your freaking phone list, get on it. It seriously just creeps me out to no end. I love hearing from old friends, don't get me wrong, or even someone that's just a casual buddy. I don't know what it is about April/May, but more odd people have been calling me than during the entire duration I've had the phone. But meanwhile, the incredibly good looking baseball player doesn't stalk me. Ripoff.

Men: Well, I'm sure on the whole, they're doing just fine. I have made peace with one of my ex's, and just screamed out the other about two days ago. Brings back fine memories. I have someone in mind, but who knows. I have the feeling he'd be like, "nope, you and your baggage are not welcome".

That's about it, some other stuff I'm too lazy to type (some things truly do never change).  But in gist, everything is swell.

Fin.