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The Carnal Lover 50% partner focus, 61% aggressiveness, 60% adventurousness

Based on the results of this test, it is highly likely that: You prefer your romance and love to wild and daring rather than typical or boring, you would rather pursue than be pursued and, when it comes to physical love, you concentrate more on enjoying the experience rather than worrying about your performance. This places you in the Lover Style of: The Carnal Lover. The Carnal Lover is a wonderful Lover Style, though it is often confused with terms like "player" or even "slut." The Carnal Lover is not necessarily either of those things (though sometimes is) but is instead a lover of life, romance and pleasure. The Carnal Lover is a treasure to find, though can sometimes be difficult to keep happy once found, because a Carnal Lover often loves a variety-filled life. In terms of physical love, the Carnal Lover tends to be dynamic and driven, and can therefore be quite pleasurable. Given the right motivation, and the right lover, the Carnal Lover can be a delight in bed. Best Compatibility can probably be found with: The Surprising Lover (most of all) or the Devoted Lover, or the Liberated Lover. Congratulations! If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback! Also, you might want to check out some of my other tests if you're interested in the following: Nerds, Geeks & Dorks Professional Wrestling Buffy the Vampire Slayer America/Politics Thanks Again! -- THE LOVER STYLE PROFILE TEST

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 99% on partner focus You scored higher than 99% on aggressiveness You scored higher than 99% on adventurousness

Link: The Lover Style Profile Test written by donathos on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

Little Miss Grumpy-pants

Hi! I'm surly!

Heather over at This Fish calls it The Rage - the time where you've just had enough. Actually more than enough. Enough that if you just come one step closer then you're going to lose your life - enough.

Work decided to be whimsical today and gave everyone those chocolate christmas calendars - the ones you get as kids where every day 'til christmas hides a chocolate. Except someone apparently stole mine off my desk before I got to work this morning. Well this is what my manager claimed when I stood over his desk and looked pointedly at him and then remarked about other ones and that normally I'd content myself with sulking dramatically but because I'd had enough with the world, I was instead going to do it loudly.

The fact that every man and his dog apparently has a few hundred dollars worth of seafood in their fridge to claim when it gives up the ghost was even enough to start me champing at the bit.

And don't even get me started on men. I'm tired of stupid, pathetic men that whinge and say that they thought they were doing the right thing by not calling you anymore.

"If I didn't want to talk to you anymore, I would tell you."

"Oh."

Right thing my ass.

Do the wrong thing, fine. But don't go hide because that's just going to drive me more nuts and means that when you finally come slinking back, I am more likely to skin you alive because now the issue isn't what you did but how you handled it. Or more importantly, didn't handle it.

I'm off to go dance and drink beer.

NaBloPoMo (or How to Look Stupid in a 101 Ways)

In the spirit of NaBloPoMo, I'm attempting to post 24 hours in a row.

Today was a really funny day. It seemed to just zoom by - I feel like I've done basically no work at all today yet I didn't stop working at all. I was so vague today as well - when I made my appointment today at the beauticians I stumbled over spelling my name.

Stimpy you i-diot!

I'm so stupid today I even posted this before I'd finished with it!!

Still! I made people laugh and I got to wear inappropriate footwear to work AND thongs (the flip-flop variety not the fairy floss underwear variety) home from work so any day that requires a girl to partake in red snakeskin and comfy black rubber is a good day.

Actually that sounds kinda kinky.

Porn! (The shoe and bag variety - not the flesh)

You know you're too involved in pop culture when it's all you can do not to bounce up and down and yell "THANK GOD!" when you hear that Brit-Brit has finally filed for divorce from the K-Fed. I like to think it's because we've all been there at one point - the scraggly, no-good so-and-so that nobody can understand why you're with him but you know that it's because nobody really understands him and he's a good person.... and the excuses just roll on.

Anyway. I had a day off today so I spent it surfing the net for stuff and promptly bought this and this and.... oh yes... this. The only problem is that now I have to get these pair of shoes (I'd link the actual pic but because it's Java, it won't let me - look at the Peep Toe - Heavenly - Cobalt Blue)

Work has been great - I've found a friend who feels about shoes and bags the same way I do so every day is now a fashion show. I strut into work, show off a pair of shoes or handbag and then prowl off to my desk. Only problem being is that a) I have now run out of space in my cupboard for the shoes I'm buying and b) I have a stalker who is so hideous that it took me a full two weeks to deal with the knowledge that he was picturing me and touching himself.

I KNOW!

Oh god. Maybe I'm not over it.

Oh well, at least the guys at work think it's hilarious.

PS. You so need to get The Presets EP. It's all I can do not to curl into a purring bundle of goodness just listening to them - especially Girl and The Sea.

Turns out a couple of months ago I threw too much money on my credit card when the bill was due in a mad panic to avoid interest and late fees. I discovered this when I was about to do a mad panic and throw yet more money on but had somehow in my mad dash to the door had the foresight to put my bill in my bag and take it to work with me. This was how I discovered that I was most definitely well in the black.

Muahahahaha.

If that's not an excuse to shop, then it's certainly a sign from the Gods.

So after a long, leisurely brunch scoffing yum cha and meditating on the perfection of coconut milk pudding (the crack cocaine of the dessert world. One taste and you're hooked. You might as well stop even trying) I went in search of the perfect pair of red snakeskin wedges that I'd seen online.

(I subscribe to the Eurotrash style of couture - more is in fact more)

I'd been invited to a no-stiletto party and after sulking for a week ("How can you have a party without stilettos? I mean. *pause* Don't they understand? *pause* What do you mean I can't wear my stilettos?? *waaaaaaaaaiiiillllllllll*) I decided they were the answer to my prayers.

Two dresses (one strapless silk number and one leopard print red satin lined number), one pair of scrunchy chocolate boots and red snakeskin wedges and one soft knit number that hugs curves perfectly later I rocked up home to find a panicky message from my credit card company.

"Hi. This is Random-Employee from We're-Going-To-Gouge-You-If-You-Don't-Pay-Your-Card-On-Time. Can you please call us immediately."

I call them back and after a number of security checks, I get told "We just wanted to go over some transactions with you because you had a high number in a very short amount of time".

Ha! You know you've gone on a shopping spree when your credit card company thinks someone's stolen your card!

Okay so I haven't been here and I haven't updated the travel blog.

I had my birthday though. That is a good thing.

Ummm.

Work has been awful but then it's pretty much been awful since the beginning of the year - hopefully the new job will start to change that but when you've had to go through so much crap you start to see rocks hidden in the velvet glove. I just hope I don't get so jaded and well.. devastated... that all I see are rocks thrown at me.

My doctor actually offered me anti-depressants today at my monthly Workers Comp check-up. I know that it would fix a lot of things by helping me sleep better and keep my mood on an even keel but I don't want to. I don't want to be "fixed". I have every right to be devastated, to be angry, to feel lost, to cry in front of every single person I work with.

Having my hearing damaged at work has meant I've done all of those things and I know it's changed my personality. The biggest irony is that it's also made me a better person. Going through it has taught me to see the silver lining in every single bloody cloud. The fact that I'm even saying that it's made me a better person, just proves how true that is.

Oh the irony.

At least that part of me hasn't changed.

Holiday inspiration?

You Should Visit Brazil

If you're looking for an extreme yet chill vacation, Brazil is perfect for you. Go wild at Carnaval, get lost in the Amazon, and relax checking out the beautiful people on the beach.

What Latin American Country Should You Visit?

Duh. I could have told them that.

I'm in love

Yep. The day has finally come.

People have been threatening me with it since the day I was 2. Apparently I had that look of "yeah right" even then when asked about love.

I was supposedly, one day in the future (the vagueness of it all just filled me with even more suspicion) I was going to fall so madly in love I wouldn't know what to do with myself. Then all the women in the group would make those wise, little frowns and agreeable mm-hmms to each other and go back to dissecting someone else's love life.

But I have to admit, sappy as it is. I am so in love.

I don't know how I lived without him.

Yes. It finally arrived. And I have one, useless D&G chain and all. It even has a man purring at me "Dolce and Gabbannnnaaaaaa" (he really works it) every time I turn my phone off and on.

I have a video camera too!

Of course I have no idea how to use it having been dealing with Nokias for the last seven years. My first mobile was a Motorola but since it was a brick and 1995 it didn't really come with an OS.

I have ELO singing "Evi-illl Wo-man" at me every time someone rings which has me in stitches and Jessica Simpson lamenting that she always loses her phone in her Louis every time I get a message. She however scares the crap out of me especially when she complains and it's before 6 in the morning. Yes D I'm looking at you.