HOW many has it been now?

Ron and I went to another fun concert together last night. Another metal show and my neck is achin' from all the headbangin' . Let's have a list, shall we? In the past four years we have been to:

~Anthrax
~Judas Priest
~Led Zepplin
~Iron Maiden
~Down
~Clutch
~Secret Cheifs 3
~Morrissey
~Mudvayne

I think I've left out a couple but I can't think of any more right now. They always turn out to be so much fun, even when I don't feel like going to Hollywood. Actually, I NEVER feel like going to Hollywood. It's fine in small doses, but the place just disgusts me. And the tuh-RAFF-ic. It was awful last night because we had to deal with rush hour. Then we arrive at our destination only to find that the concert has been moved to another venue that's about five miles away. I'm so glad Ron's mom gave him that navigation gizmo. It came in real handy getting us outta that little fix. They'd pushed the show back an hour so we didn't miss a thing, so it worked out swell.

Our enjoyment of the show was aided by the gallons of beer we proceeded to consume. You can't have metal without beer, no sirreee. I'm not even regretting it today because I was sure to drink plenty of water when we got home last night. Plenty of water to wash down the wonderfully nutritious Del Taco dinner I ate in a matter of minutes. I kinda got sloshed because I decided to skip dinner and wait 'til after the show to grab something on the way home. So I was drunk and starving on the way home, not a good combo. I'm just glad I didn't do anything more embarrassing than dumping two thirds of my last beer on my shoes without even realizing it. Hey...it was dark. No one noticed...'cept Ron of course. Which made me drape my arms around his neck and laugh hysterically in his face for about five minutes. Heh. Yea. He didn't even have to tell me about it, I remember it all. At least he was amused and not annoyed. It was a lot of fun.

The weekend was also nice. Saturday I went to a wine tasting party that my new friend Erica threw. She works for a wine club, it's kinda like Mary Kay but with wine instead of makeup. So we all got together and tasted various wines with various chocolates, cheeses, crackers and little sandwiches. A lovely time. After that I skeedaddled over to my little 'ol friend Paul's 15th birthday party. I always have to mention that Paul is the sweet autistic kid whose sister I went to high school with. I actually think I have more in common with that kid than I ever did with his sister. He's got social problems, loves animals and his newest obsession is his fish tank. Hmmm...sounds like me when I was 15. He was so excited to get yet another gift certificate for Petco from me, as he was saving up to buy a brand new canister filter for his lovely tank. I also got him a cool little pirate skeleton figurine tank decoration. He's the easiest person to shop for! Ha! I actually remember getting my first canister filter when I was about 14 or 15. I still have it and was using it up until I switched to saltwater last year. Innat sumthin'? Heh. Yay.

Sunday was football and cuddle time with Ron. It was a nice relaxing day during which I did absolutely nothing. I didn't even change out of my pjs. Unfortunately I didn't realize that I was just gearing up for the tremendous headache I would wake to on Monday. OUCH. I don't know why I keep getting these damn things. I think they have to do with mingraine. Though I don't think it is because I don't have nausea or intense sensitivity to light. I hadn't gotten one for a long time... I think it might have to do with all this emotional stress I keep putting on myself. Yea. Have I mentioned I'm emotional? A few thousand times, maybe? Gee, I think that might be it.

I think I need to try harder to get control of my emotions. They rule my life and get in the way. For me it's emotions before logic and that just fucks everything up.

Speaking of fucking up...I must have fucked up my explanation to that little bitch from Pennsylvania's insurance company. They couldn't find fault. Yea, it seems the stupid cop on the scene couldn't figure it out either. All because that little whore insisted that I turned into her. I know I shouldn't, but I fucking give up. Let my car look like scratched up shit, it runs great and that's all I care about. People will screw you every chance they get and I must be wearing a sign on my forehead that's invisible to me. When am I ever going to learn to stand up for myself at the time of an incident? I'm always a fucking day late and a dollar short. UH-oh...the 'fuckings' are starting...that means I'm getting pissed. Here come the emotions! I'd better shut it off and go work on something before I get really mad all over again. I just hope that little cunt gets hers for LYING.