Yes, everyone, I still have my boobs, I'm sure you were all terribly worried about that.

Thus ends the crazy sabbatical that I've taken from EBW.  I haven't been on this site in a super long time.  "Why?" I"m sure some of you crazy ones are asking... well, life took over.  I know, I'm positive you all missed me terribly (yeah, okay).

Side note:  I'm extremely medicated on cold medication right now, so I pretty much will have no recollection of writing this after about 20 minutes.

Seriously though...

Where did all of the old bloggers go?  I mean, granted, I've only seen about the first 5 most recent pages, but wow, MM is gonzo.

To the new faces/names... keep up the good stuff.

I'm sure I'll write something nonesensical again, so get ready.

Alright, so my wifi connection at my house isn't connecting to my laptop.  When I click "Connect to a Network", my network has a little message next to it that says... "The settings saved on this computer for the network do not match the requirements of the network."

I have an Inspiron, if that makes any difference.

Nerdy ebaumers, I am enlisting your help!

Currently, I am on my desktop, and this problem just started today.  I've tried creating a new network.  I'm wondering if maybe I need a new router?  I'm just at a loss, it's late-ish, so I can't go anywhere and see if I can mooch wifi from any public servers at the moment.

Any suggestions/solutions would be very much appreciated.  I was going to try Yahoo! Answers first, but it's not even opening on this computer.

I'll pretty much try anything short of throwing my laptop into a woodchipper.

So a few weeks ago I went up to State College to watch this amateur snowboarding competition with my friend Chris.  The event was.... well, uneventful.  Most of the competitors ate it, and the only highlight of that portion of the day was seeing a guy run into a pole.  With his crotch.

But anywho, after going inside to warm up and dim my highbeams, we decided to drive around the mountain... in my Saturn Ion, with front wheel drive.  This was not my greatest shining moment of good commen sense.  As we were driving up sunny side, there was no ice, so I thought we were pretty golden, until we reached the top of the hill, and the entire downhill side was covered in a thick sheet of ice.  For any (most) of you scalawags who've never been to Tussey, the entire road around is a one-lane tres windy road.  There was not a chance in hell that I was going to back down, so we buckled up and SLOWLY started driving down.

Chris kept chanting "Go slow, go slow" in his petrified manly voice, while my sister w ... Read more ...

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If any of you have ever been into a sex shop, you probably know what I'm talking about... they are freaking scary.

I was near my old highschool, getting ready to pick my sister up, and her friend, after school.  About 10 minutes down the road there is this sex shop.  I'm not telling you the name because that would most definitely give away my location, but anyway...

I decide it's about time to get a new vibrator.  I'd already gone through two that I acquired from my ex-boyfriend who bought them in the hopes of using them with me/breaking me out of my virginal shell.  Well, it made me pretty much horny all the time, but I'm still in my virginal shell.

Back to the point.  I need a new vibrator.  I'd been horny for weeks, and tried curing it the manual way, but girls like their electronics just as much as the boys do.

I drive down with about 45 minutes before my sister gets out of school.  I pull into the parking lot and sit in my car, hyperventila ... Read more ...

As a member of the female community, this is a little hard to come to terms with.  But, working in lingerie, all the crazy psychos come out, and there is but only one conclusion I can draw from this.  All crazies are females.

I'm not talking your standard Gacy or Marshall Applewhite.  I mean the people who come in and shit in the fitting room or piss on the bras (SEE previous blogs)

Ladies, if you want me to bra fit you, make sure you don't smell like a combo dumpster/men's locker room.

Today, this crazy bitch comes in and wants me to pin her bra so she can take it to a seamstress to get it redone for a "custom" bra.  Lady... look... I hate to tell you this, but I hung you in effigy after you left.  The part that I hate to tell you is that it was not actually you I strung up by the paper throat.  We sell bras, just fucking buy one.

Bloggers/Readers, sorry this is so incoherently written, it's been a long day.

I'm Erin, and I'm frustrated because of crazy ladies, oh, and I ... Read more ...