Some random internet quiz just told me I should marry orlando bloom. I guess I'm up for it.

It's been quite some time since I've written in this, and a lot has happened. But as always, I'm just going to most likely summarize and be very vague about relevant details, and the winning stories worth commenting on will probably be the ones involving the most alcohol.

I just got back from Kentucky, it was one of my best spontaneous trips to date. I had to wake up at 4 am to catch my flight, so it started the day off in kind of a spacey mood. My flight was spent surrounded by yelling and crying children, I debated going to the bathroom to once again punch myself in the ovaries, but decided against it, as I was already feeling rather uncomfortable in that region. As I approached the baggage claim Johnny held up a sign that read "girl trouble."
While that was obscenely inaccurate, I ran to greet my favorite furry smart ass.

This weekend was officially the first extended date I have had such a good time on. Typically, I tire of people quite quickly when spending so much time with them, and I get annoyed even more easily. Also, in my mind, I start criticizing, and holding their lack of intelligence against them. As though it's their fault that I'm probably never going to be capable of tolerating the same person for the rest of my life.

The weekend was pretty low key, I spent far too much at Urban Outfitters, went to the same vintage store (that was always closed) 4 times, and smoked at least 7 packs during the weekend. We sat around drinking and smoking (I did) a lot. The new shit Johnny is writing is fucking genius! He's got the dream team of blues playing for him. For the most part, I sat back watching their sessions in awe, and complete enjoyment. I played groupie and got drunk with the other girlfriends, punched the shit out of a boxing set for about two hours, and danced until I was sweating profusely with a bunch of people that were my parents age in a silk boxing robe. Then I went downstairs and watched Johnny jam with an 80 year old kris kringle resemblant bearing his open chest with an open shirt and an evident affinity for marijuanna. FUCKING FANTASTIC! I will return, Kentucky!

The monday I came home (July 25th) was, I guess a holiday, as Utah cannot celebrate pioneer day on the sabbath. And why would we celebrate holidays on their actual date, really? Since our house is about a half a block from the park, and the inbred miscrients were a little too enthusiastic about starting the fun, there was no parking available in front of our house from 11am to 12 midnight. It was awesome! The perk, however, was that we could enjoy making fun of the carnies from the comfort of our own porch. Kiesha and I started drinking jagger around noon or one, and shortly after began discussing the lamest tattoo options available to us. We landed on the decision to get the outline of utah with a red star. This currently resides on my left inner ankle, and it's fantastic! (I had pictures, but they are lost and gone forever--more on that when we get to yesterday's news)

Anyway, the rest of the week was pretty uneventful, I reaquainted myself with my lost love direct tv and hung out with my puppy. I also, obsessively read the "fast food of literature" Harry Potter. Friday night Johnna randomly called me, and we headed to the ex wives. Pretty much every person I've been missing or wanting to casually run into and get drunk with was there. Hiram, Sean that moved to san fransisco, richard, amber, stoner dave, stoner mike, mike abu, em, bernie, hadley, laZor, and plenty of random bitches to make fun of. I drank a lot, and it was probably one of the best nights at the wives ever. We decided to go to Denny's to get drunk food, and were acosted by about 100 goths outside. It was, officially, the worst day for fashion EVER! I was too drunk to throw pennies, but word is, it happened. After waiting for about 45 minutes, and all of us crashing out cuddling on the front grass of denny's, we decided to leave about 5 minutes before our name was called.

I don't remember what I did saturday, which is probably closely related to the amount of alcohol consumed and the recovery process re: Friday.

but....HAPPY 21ST SARAH JANE!!!

sunday is to be skipped as it was rather insignificant.

Yesterday, however, I was stressing out because of the intense deadline I have on the first monday of every month. I wasn't going to take a lunch because I had no time. Chris called me around 2:45 and informed me that our house had been broken into through my bedroom, but didn't know what was missing.

I pretty much had a panic attack on the way home as I still owe $800 on my laptop, and it was sitting in a fairly visible area. Anyway, I got home and found out that my ibook, my digital camera, my normal camera, as well as chris's xbox and digital camera was all missing. None of above mentioned objects are insured, of course, as I am a fucking idiot. Also, I've been searching frantically for the bra and panties that I was wearing the night before, and still haven't been able to find them, so I now have a pervert that knows where I live, that I'm in possession of perfect sized breasts, and has at least 500 pictures of me and all my friends, as well as all the personal information that was on my computer. AWESOME! I had to go back to work once the cops got there to finish up my deadline, and was back home by 5, when the crime scene investigators were leaving.

Pretty bummed out, I'm not going to lie. That was pretty much everything I have of value, and unfortunately, my entire life was on my computer. Every paper I've ever written, countless hours of music that I got rid of the cd's of....pictures I'll never get back...blah blah blah

I'm broke, and I still owe $800 and have to get a new computer in the next 2 weeks before school. We'll see how I pull that one off.

Anyway, on a plus note, all my friends and family have been fucking fantastic! My sister stopped by, and then pierre drove by on instinct just to see what I was up to....they both consoled me, and made me feel a lot better. Kyle and I went on our first official date last night ( I met him a year and a half ago at monks) He took me to trio where I had lobster, cheese tray, 2 desserts, and about a bottle of wine. It was the best meal ever! Pretty fucking sweet that he lifted my mood like that, and dealt with me being bummed out.

Not surprisingly, my mood lifted a lot after good conversation, and many glasses of wine. we went and saw yuri and riley, both of whom I adore! Dance party, water color tattoos, and lots of cigarettes....

I adore them.

special thanks/adoration to: christopher, sarah jane, kyle, kiesha, pierre, riley, yuri, patti, my sister, my parents, my boss, and my puppy precious.