"JustTrina"

I'm helping my father do his taxes. Now let me explain something to you, I'm 26 years old and have no clue what it's like to really have to fill out my taxes. I live with my brother, have no children and am single so taxes is no great feat for me. I don't look at tax tables, check my bracket or try to figure out if I'm the head of household, married or a qualified widow(er) with dependent child. I log on to www.taxact.com , fill in my info and send it off. THAT'S life in the 21st century. That being said, my father is having me help him file his 2005 Federal 1040 so he can get his STAR discount. And I'm using a calculaor AND reading the instruction manual. You MUST be kidding me. And he's double-checking what I've done. In conclusion, my anger is BLIND AND SEARING. This has just been a bbbbbaaaddd week.

The happenings at 71 Parkgate at this EXACT moment: Bedroom #2: The stench of just-smoked weed Wu-Tang Clan at full volume Bedroom #1: White wine Hairspray DVD with surround sound set to "Live" We're meeting later for apple pie and ice cream. God bless us both...

Let me start off by letting you guys know that there is someone I know that I'd like to FUCK. Not to put it so crudely, but it's the truth. No stolen kisses behind the curtain, no late night pillow talk, no declarations of like and promises to make things work, just a good ol' fashioned FUCK. Hair pulling, no word using, leave-before-the-sun-comes-up sex. Understandably, it's been a while since I've had some real human to human interaction (read: orgasm) and this guy's the first in a while that's actually tickled my fancy. But, thanks to Anita Hill and her shenanigans, I can't say anything without risking a sexual harrassment complaint. Gone are the days of free love, drugs and sex in the world of radio. Sad times... Anyway, I've harbored these sexual feelings for this young man for quite some time now and today, it just all came to a head. He called me about something having to do with work...and I became 15 years old, much to my chagrin. Think I...

A declaration: Beginning January 1, 2008, I will be exercising my "Year of Yes." That day will mark when I will be dating (and whatever) any man that asks. My usual standards will apply, but I will not automatically dismiss a suitor based solely on looks. So stay tuned for what I'm sure are going to be HILARIOUS tales of hijinks and shenanigans!