Shatapp yew EEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeediot!!!

Funny I should come across this now. I've been meaning to write about something but I've been too damn lazy. In this entry I mentioned a friend of Melanie's family that had passed away. On April 8th I went to a memorial for her. It was a lovely event presented at the local art museum that she loved to take art classes at. Chelsea was an extraordinary and *different* person. The very definition of an artist. A whimsical, talented artist. She loved animals (cats of course) and drew such bright illustrations of them. She loved cartoons and collected cells. Working on various freelance projects and taking many classes gave her a lot of contacts. One of them happened to be the creator of one of my favorite cartoons...Dee Ren an' Steempy Sho'. Yes and he was at her memorial. Uh-huh and I went up to all nervous-like and introduced myself...nervously. He was naturally polite and cool during the whole 30 second conversation. It was a proud moment.

So as I was doing my usual browsing this morning and I came across a new read to add to my list o' reads. I saw a comment from her on another blog that sparked my interest so I checked it out. In doing so, I discovered that she was into Ren and Stimpy. Awesome! As I was reading, I came across an entry in which she referenced John K, the cartoonist who created the show! I can't believe he has a BLOG! Of course I had to go and leave a lame, ass-kissing, flutterpated comment on it! OH the shame! But I couldn't help it... As an artist, I'm so excited to be able to read the blog of an idol of mine. He is amazing, I tell you. A genious!! There are so many knock-offs of his style it's unbelievable...



The first season was the fucking BEST. You're not a true, hardcore fan if you don't agree. I still quote scenes from those first episodes...A LOT. They're BURNED into my brain now. John was most involved with the first season, until some political network bullshit happened and his creation was taken from him. You can read an interview here. It's wonderful that he's gotten involved with it again!



MY HEEEeroo!!

Yes...so thanks to Deodand, I've found the ultimate blog! Woopie woopie DOOH DOOH! 'Kay, time to skeedaddle. I'm gonna be hangin' with the two Cathies tonight and I don't want to be late, as usual. Later!

Moving right along

Monday, as it continued, turned out to be a pleasant day. After work I headed over to my brother's to check on kitty. I got there at about five p.m. and got changed to go for my jog. I waited a bit for the furpoop to show up, but he didn't so I headed out for a long jog through the hills. It put me in such a good mood, working my way up and down the long streets, gazing at the spectacular view of the city down below. I especially love early evenings in springtime. The angle of the sun, the fragraces of a world in bloom (thank God I don't have any major allergies yet...*knock* *knock*) and the song of mockingbirds, robins and mourning doves. Going up up up those hills and away from the city. Nature puts my mind at ease. So at ease that I got a little lost... The streets all twist and turn into each other up there. I have a good sense of direction so I was able to find my way back...the loooong way. Makes me all the more thankful for daylight savings.

Once done with my exercise, I stayed at Steve's and waited for the kitty. I had to make sure he ate because no one was there to feed him Sunday. He eventually showed up, snuck by while I was watching t.v. and drinking a beer. I heard a familiar crunching over at the corner of the kitchen. I gave him attention, brushed him and loved on him some. He's a little on the nervous side and I'm sure that's due to his growin' up on duh streets, alone in duh 'hood. But Steve gives him so much love and attention that he's almost as laid back as Stanley. You just can't make any sudden moves or the Frankie is across the room or haning from the ceiling fan. Looks wise, he's the exact opposite of Stan. I only have head shots to compare, but ya'll know how chunky Stan is. Frankie is the little skinny black shadow of Stan.



The Stan man.



Liddle Fwankie man.

Yea. So once done at my brother's, I headed home to make dinner for Ronnie poop. Monday's aren't so bad because he has class and gets home between 8 and 9 p.m. This gives me a chance to practice my "wife skills" and make him a nice dinner a few times a week. Mmmmmmm...broiled steak...



Didn't get a pic of the baked potatoes and veggies, but they were plenty good too!

After dinner we went ahead and did what we do best...lounged around. I played with the birdies some, too. Pickles needed some love...



AAAhhhhhhhhhhh.... Head skritches...muh faveriiit.







Hi Tobe!!!



And then Melanie called with the good news that her date went very well. She went out with a guy that she knew casually from a group of friends she used to hang out and go camping with in highschool. Turns out he had a crush on her back then!!! HAH! They had a lot of fun together on Sunday and I'm so very happy for her. He sounds like a cool guy so far. Woowoo! Joy for Melanie!

I gotta pee like the dickens so I'm gonna go do that 'fore I make a mess. I should also get to work, we've got orders today!!! Yaaayyy!!!

The AMAZING year 2004!!!

"Scientists from the Rand Corp. have created this model to illustrate how a home computer could look in the year 2004. However, the needed technology will not be economically feasible for the average home. Also the scientists readily admit that the computer will require not yet invented technology to actually work, but 50 years from now scientific progress is expected to solve these problems. With teletype interface and the Fortran language, the computer will be easy to use."

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From Popular Mechanics magazine in 1954. Wow...crazy to think about, huh. Funny, too! Hehehehehe! Lookit that thing! It's a MONSTER! HAHAHA!!! Ooooh..."teletype interface"... Interesting how "scientific progress" is a lot further along than we, the mere public, can even begin to know. That's how it is today, anyway. The government's got so much shit up it's sleeve it's downright scary...

I have some things to do, then I'll be back to write about yesterday and share some pictures. Some pictures I actually TOOK LAST NIGHT! Wow! It was a good evening... Bye for now!

A year ago

It's time for another link to the past! Yes! To a time when I was babbling about it being a Monday again. And my broken computer. Check it out... April 25, 2005.

Now I think I'll try asking my readers a question... Hi, readers. How are you today? Um, that's not the question...actually my question is this... How far back in the archives have you guys gone? Have you read most of the year? Is this linking back thing at ALL interesting? Thanks for any input. It is now time for me to finish my excruciatingly boring day. Later!

Whizzy

That weekend dun did WHIZZED on by, dinnit? Is...is it Monday again already? Why am I always asking that question? I should KNOW by now, shouldn't I? Weekends are NEVER long enough, even when they're five days long.

So the weekend was spent pretty much as pictured above...if the dog were a couch, that is. Ron and I are so good at being lazy. Although we did manage to get some things done. I did some of my compulsive cleaning, of course. With all these pets I just can't let a weekend go by without at least a little vacuuming and dusting. Plus, I finally got to that thick build-up of dust on the ceiling fan blades in the bedroom. Yay. WHAT an accomplishment! Ron sorted through his huge pile 'o mail and changed his trucks oil. We also made it to the grocery store (I love it when we go together, makes the task so much more tolerable) and to T@rget for some other crap we'd been putting off getting. We were going to catch a movie but just never got to it. We went home and lumped around instead.

Isn't that just inbelieveably exciting? Couldn't ya just SHIT? I know, this blog is simply fascinating, isn't it? All the constant DRAMA! Haha...heh. Hee. *Yawn* Well you should know, if you don't already 'cause it's probably pretty damn obvious, that I just write whatever the fuck spills over the brim of my brain. Whutever pops up. No drafts here! This is the real deal! I never plan anything! Ah, speaking of planning, I HAVE to figure out whether I want a traditional church wedding or if I want to just have to ceremony at the reception site. I have to do this soon because my mom and all the other clucking chickens (women) in my family are saying it's gotta get done sOoN!!! EeeEeEeeehhh!!!! I have to PLAN??! Shit!

Hmmm, any other news I can blather on about? Ah yes, Melanie had a date yesterday. It's been a little while since she's had a boyfriend and she hasn't had much of an opportunity (or selection of decent men) to date so I was very happy to hear the news. I have yet to find out how it went. It was a lunch date and she was going to call me last night to tell me about it. I didn't hear from her so I'm hoping that's a good thing. I'm simply going to have to call her tonight and find out all the juicy details, I guess. I probably won't write about ALL the details...if I even remember to write about it at all...me being so spur of the moment in here.

This week I'll be cat sitting for my brother Steve again. He's spending the week up north and needs me to keep on eye on his little black kitty, Frankie. Steve wants me to spend a couple of nights there with kitty, just so he continues to be secure in the fact that there is always someone 'at the 'ol homestead' for him and to encourage him to get his little black ass home and off the streets. Ugh...outdoor cats! But it wouldn't be fair to keep the poor guy inside full time because Steve's place is tiny and Frankie was a stray before he chose my brother to buy food for him and shed all over. I don't mind helping out when it comes to the little hair mans...even when they cost a fortune at the vet, shed all over the furniture, puke on the carpet, shit in the kitchen, walk on your face at 4:30 a.m. and especially when they tip over the glass of water sitting RIGHTNEXT to the dirty ashtray spilling a WET pile of ashes onto the carpet. Just like children, they make it all worthwhile in the end. Mmm-hmm...that they do.

With that, I think it's time to get back to work. It's a slow day and I need to get to the put-off pile. I'll probably post a little later with some links to the past. Bye for now....

Another self portrait

I think this is from first grade. MAN, those NOSTRILS. I have the ability to open and close my nostrils (not all the way closed, I'm not a seal...although that would be REALLY COOL) or "flange" them, as I like to call it. OOOh boy how I used to freak people out when I did that! A common response to this little flaring of the nose holes? Don't inhale you'll suck (whatever happened to be in close proximity) right into those things!" Thankfully my nose is now in proportion to my face...mostly. I still have huge nostrils though. But gone are the days when I used to be called "monkey nose" or "pig face". Kids are so brutal. Unfortunately, so are some adults...

Now,

here is

a random link to the past. The end of last March. Crazy how time flies as you get older...

Cool pics of Hailstorm & Sunsetmoonrise

I was cleaning out my photobucket when I came across these...



This is that accidental shot I got of the hail coming down. I was trying to get the following shot...



...when my camera tilted up and went off. Turned out pretty damn cool, I must say. Hehe, gotta love Californians. We freak the hell out whenever there is any sort of "weather" to speak of.

Then we have this one that I received in an email. Yes, it is real...happened at the North Pole during the summer. VERY cool, no?



Nature is fucking awesome!! That's it for now. I have to hound people for money now. My FAVORITE.

Happy bunnies

I meant to post these yesterday. I like these. They're so expressive in just the right way. So sarcastic. Like, "Have a nice day and go fuck yourself". Just right for those bad days.

Lalala and a link onna toosdee

Hi, it's me...the incredible bitcher. Today's bitch is about...NOTHING! Woo! I have NOTHING to bitch about today! But, I will post a link to a lovely bitchfest from last year later in this post.

Apparently, Ron's mood has improved. The couple of phone conversations we had during the day were nice and positive and he came home from school last night in a jolly good mood. Jolly jolly good. No attitude, no exhaustion and no fire behind the eyes. Such a relief. I hate to see him unhappy. He's so cute when he's his happy self. Aren't we all? Yea, 'cause he's told me the same thing. Oh yea, he was also feeling a little creative yesterday. I came home to the bed made like this...



Beautiful job, my dear. Nice Mexican blanket frame. Pillows tossed here and there. Tiger print blanket centered nicely. I wish I could have gotten the whole thing in. This is the best shot I could get. I just love it when he gets creative with the bed making. I've come home more than once to my pillows and stuffed animals arranged in different configurations. Yea. We're weird. It's great.

'Kay, so enough about the Ron poop. I've been stressing this week (fuck, what else is new I know) and my neck is very stiff. The base of my skull is sore. I'm going to have to use the heat pad tonight to loosen it up. OUCH. Me and my nerves don't get along. Vodka is the mediator. Vodka and a long hot bath. That sounds like a good way to kick off Operation Re-fucking-lax Before You Kill Yourself.

Speaking of relaxing, I've been keeping up pretty well with jogging three times per week. Exercise is about the only good thing I do for myself. Funny how I'll jog a few miles per week, all the while smoking a few cigarettes per day. I know I should quit. I KNOW. I've been smoking for a few years now and it hasn't gotten to a pack a day or anything. Yea, spoken like a true addict. ANYway...I think jogging has kept me from smoking too much. Sometimes I don't smoke at all on the days I exercise. Isn't that good? Pfft... But yea, I've been trying to push myself a little harder during workouts because afterwards I feel so relaxed. There's nothing like a grueling jog and then a hot shower. And then a cigarette. HA! Just kidding. Maybe...

So yesterday I pushed myself really hard. I took the hilly route near my house. I'm jogging along at my usual slow and steady pace and out of the corner of my eye I see another jogger. OH SHIT! Here comes the competitor in me! ACK! I gotta keep up with her! Wait, she's kinda heavy looking, why is she going so fast??! UGHGHG...PUSH! GET PAST HER! *puff* *puff* *puff* *puff* Ahhh, I made it...but she's keeping up! Gotta...keep...GOING. I managed six blocks at running pace. Now folks, I don't RUN. I JOG. There's a big difference. Especially to a hypocrite like me. I turned down a street so the competitor would be gone and I could go back to my slugs pace so my lungs wouldn't come outta my nose. When I got home my legs felt like lead. I was exhausted. But it felt GOOD. I'm gonna try to make it a point to work it for part of my routine. Start out walking, get warmed up, jog jog jog and then RUN like a bat outta hell for a few blocks. Then jog jog RUN jog RUN. Might work. Might not. Eh, gotta earn those ciggies.

Alright, back to work for me. Here is a link to last year when I was bitching about my computer and a few other things...

Sometime in April 2005

Let's Link!

I've thought of a new thing...why not link to past posts? I've been blogging for a little over a year now and it's fun to go back and see what my mind was up to last year at this time. I think sometimes I'll do "a year ago today" and other times I just do random links. Yea. Let's see how long I keep this up, shall we? Anyway, here's a link to last year...

April 14, 2005

Now, on to my shitty weekend! First of all, Ron's horrendous mood was back with a fury! It was so much worse than it's been in a long time. I understand, mostly, but it's been grating on my nerves, nonetheless. I don't know what the hell to do or say or think lately. Saturday was the worst, all of our plans fell through and that put Ron in a horrible place. He was basically FED UP on Saturday, which resulted in his voicing some pretty dark things. And how did I respond? First I got angry, then I got frustrated and finally I had another emotional meltdown. That got Ron off of his high horse. He was sorry and we had an okay rest of the evening until we crawled off to bed. Easter Sunday morning (or afternoon, when we finally got up) was kinda bickery until we arrived at my parents. Then we both put our moods aside and socialized nicely with the family. I think being with my family helped Ron's mood a lot, as he continued to be happy when we got home last night.

Fuck, I don't know... I'm so tired of shit. It's been hard to keep up with the good attitude when my other half is being so impossible. I know he's got a great heart and he has every right to feel fed up and upset at circumstances. (GOD, the shipping lady is standing here babbling to me and I am SO NOT IN THE MOOD for her. SHUT UP! LEAVE ME ALONE!) But he DOES NOT have every right to turn around and be an ASSHOLE to me. I'm going to have to stand my ground. If I don't like what he's doing, I have to fight back and tell him. Which I DID this weekend, thus it was a bickerfest. Whatever. Let's see how this week goes. I'm just gonna do my thing and let him do his thing. It'll be fine.

Oh yea, and it's PMS week too! YAY! But, I've got nothing short of a ton of CHOCOLATE Easter candy to keep the bitch at bay. Today I am going to exercise like a mad woman after work so that I can go home and gorge on chocolate without feeling too guilty. That's the plan. Just as soon as I get through this boring workday. Later!

'Nuther self portrait

I happened to remember that it's time for another self portrait... Another baby self portrait. From the days when my mom used to try to curl my hair with those little velcro curlers. Little did she know about the steel wool head I'd later develope. I still have that crucifix that's on the wall. In't that sumptin'?

Oh yea, and check out the new link, Angryalien.com, I added on my sidebar under my visited websites. It's pretty funny...

Um, is this day ever going to end? *sigh*

Clarity

I feel so much better today. Ron and I had a much needed and long overdue talk last night. Well, this morning actually. I went to bed very early and left a note asking him to wake me when he got home at 2:00 a.m. He came in all rosey from a shower, gently woke me (sniffff mmmmmmmm) and we sat on the couch to relax and talk.

I expressed all of my concerns and so did he. He apologized for being such an ass to me the other night. He admitted to really letting things get to him lately, expecting too much from people and not having enough patience. He understood why I was upset and hurt (the guy is really in tune, I tell ya) and came up with solutions. Best of all, he made me feel appreciated. And he's not all hot air. He doesn't just say things to make me feel better and then not follow through. Shit though, we're only human... This new schedule has been such a shit to get used to for both of us. It felt good to clear the air. It always feels so good to just talk, communicate, get the lead out. To get reassurance.

I have to remember that no matter how hard it may be sometimes, I have to let my feelings be known. I've mentioned before that I had a huge problem with that in my last relationship. I struggled inside myself for so long before I said anything. I also have to remember that this is a totally different relationship. It's not healthy to dwell on the past or to compare and contrast relationships. They're all different and they all change over time. Sometimes they grow and other times they choke and die. After this morning, I feel like we are continuing to grow. I feel like we will be able to take on the challenges that life is inevitably going to throw our way, whether we like it or not.

Yea... As I read over this entry...it sounds so generic. So common. That just goes to show that I'm not alone. We all struggle. It's how we go about that struggle that determines whether or not we'll be successful.

***stepping off soap box***

Okay, now it's time to get back to work. Morning coffee break is over. I want to get through this day so that I can go home and go to bed. I did not go back to bed until about 5:30. Time to go get MORE coffee. Yup.

Vicious circle

Bleh...another down day. I'm not feeling very enthusiastic at all. Ron brought me down last night. We talk on the phone a few times a night while he's at work and our last conversation didn't fare well with me. He was having a bad day (or night, I guess) at work. My attempts at comforting him were futile at best. He just doesn't have patience for people. He's gotten to a point in his life where people have disappointed him so much that he just doesn't have time for it anymore. He expects too much. Gee...doesn't THAT sounds familiar! But sometimes he makes me feel like an idiot. If I hem and haw on something, he jumps on me. He doesn't have time for "bullshit". Of course I've told him how this makes me feel (communicate! communicate!) and he acknowleges it and apologizes. He doesn't mean to make me feel that way and I've told him I understand this. It makes me feel a little helpless though, like I can't make him happy. Like I'm just another annoying person who is taking from him. Logic tells me this is not true. And I know that love isn't the answer to everything, but it sure helps a lot. I like to know that I am helping him. But he's got this attachment to things. People have let him down so much in his life and he turns to his things (mostly his bikes) that make him happy.

I know I'm probably overthinking this. Like I do everything. I just worry too much. I'm trapped. I worry that I'm not making him happy. I worry that he's not gonna have patience for me. I don't need this. I don't know. I feel shitty today. I feel like no one cares about anyone in this world. Everything is going to hell. Why fucking bother? No one cares.

Vee is for virus

I LOVE computer nerds! Thanks for fucking up my computer, fellas! I 'preciate it! I haven't been online in almost a week thanks to those assholes...it feels strange. But things are finally back in order, computer wise anyway.

It's been a very busy week at work so far, since I was off last week. Lots of catching up to do. My vacation was, well...relaxing. Ron was working or in class most of the time. I got to sleep in with him though. All I did on my days off was watch movies, eat and do a little spring cleaning/organizing. We were going to go snowboarding on Sunday, but Ron got sick from overworking himself. Poor poopsie. But it's nothing a day of lounging couldn't cure.

My car is working wonderfully. I picked 'er up on Thursday. The new engine is FAB. I'm enjoying zoomin' around town, taking corners like a speed freak. I really didn't realize how overdue she was for just a general tune up. Wow, what a difference it makes! No shit, eh.

That's about it for now. Back to my day. I've got tons to do. Then I get to do LAUNDRY when I get home! OH JOY!!! Later...

Priddy

Something I really REALLY REALLY need to learn to do before I die...scuba dive. I must make it to the Great Barrier Reef some day. I adore the ocean and its inhabitants. I also want to have a successful salt water aquarium (preferably a reef tank) in my livingroom some day. Not too big, just about 100 gallons. I had a 55 gallon one when I was living with my ex a few years ago. It was doing pretty well...until I accidentally baked the fish. They're...um...really sensitive to temperature. High temperature. It's just such an expensive hobby. Like so many other things... Priorities, priorities...

Today is my last day of work, as I'm taking tomorrow and Friday off. Ron just called and said my car is ready so now I won't be stuck at home the whole time. Yay! We'll head on out there tomorrow morning and pick 'er up. I have work to do. I'm daydreaming. I wanna do something else. What? I don't know. I gotta go for now. Fuck.

Sloganize

Oh yea, one more thing... Check out this site www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi. It's hilarious! Start out by putting in your name. Then put anything else in and laugh your ass off! For example, I typed in the words "Shit fling" and this is what it came up with...

"We don't make shit fling. We make shit fling better."

Wonderful time waster, I must say! Well, back to work for me.

Unmotivated

I'm feeling so unmotivated lately. So much to do. So much to write about. But I can't seem to organize it all into an entry. My brain is scattered. It's pouring out and all I want to do is go home and sit in front of the t.v. with a big cup 'o tea.

My car is having her engine swapped this week so I've lost my freedom. I'm completely dependent on the kindness of others for transportation. Thank God for Melanie. I'd really be screwed without her. She's the only one who I wouldn't completely and totally inconvenience when asking for rides home from work. Ron's schedule is working out as far as rides to work go.

Even though we're not going to Big Bear anymore (boohoo) I'm still taking this Thursday and Friday off. I figure I have vacation days and I should use them...why not tack them onto a weekend? I'm looking forward to spending some time with Ron and getting some wedding planning done. Maybe I'll invite my mom over for some lunch and planning. I know she'd probably love that. I HAVE to get to it...and being me, when I HAVE to do something I put it the hell off. Seriously, I'd be fine getting married at the fucking park at this point. I hate planning shit. It stresses me out so much. It's all about just getting started. Once I get started it'll ALL work out. Umm-hmm.

Egads...I'd better get on the shipping for today. We've got nothing short of a shitload of stuff that's gotta get out. Time to end this boring entry and get motivated. Here goes!

Fun quiz from song

The Peach Random Gentle Love Master (RGLMf) Playful, kind, and well-loved, you are The Peach. For such a warm-hearted, generous person, you're surprisingly experienced in both love and sex. We credit your spontaneous side; you tend to live in the moment, and you don't get bogged down by inhibitions like most women your age. If you see something wonderful, you confidently embrace it. Your exact opposite: The Nymph Deliberate Brutal Sex Dreamer You are a fun flirt and an instant sweetheart, but our guess is you're becoming more selective about long-term love. It's getting tougher for you to become permanently attached; and a guy who's in a different place emotionally might misunderstand your early enthusiasm. You can wreck someone simply by enjoying him. Your ideal mate is adventurous and giving, like you. But not overly intense. DREAD: The False Messiah CONSIDER: The Loverboy, The Playboy, or The Boy Next Door Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating. My profile name: seacreature15

Self portrait & flashbacks

Is it self portrait Thursdays or Self Portrait Fridays? Anyhow, here's a nice blurry picture of myself from a few weeks ago. It was Friday night, I was buzzin' and thought I'd try my hand at taking my own picture. Again. I just love my new glasses, they fit my face well. So well in fact, that I don't mind that I probably won't be able to afford laser surgery for another 20 years. I'm still waiting to make sure ALL the doctor's are experienced enough so that I can go to a moderately priced doctor without having to worry about my eyeballs disintegrating after the procedure. I'm also waiting to see the effects (if any) laser surgery will have on the eyes of those who have had it done recently...I know of at least four people.



So my brother found some cute old pics, scanned and emailed them to me last week.

Okay, what kid doesn't love a filthy sandbox? Especially while wearing a nice pink dress? I couldn't sit in it, so why not put my hands in it? And my face practically in it?



I can just hear my mom,

"No honey, you can't play in the sandbox with your pretty dress on... OH for God's SAKE! Get your hands...get your FACE OUT... Oh hell, I need a picture of this!"

Then there was my discovery of music... That's my brother, Eric.



"Wow...I LIKE this! Oooohhh..." *zoning* *zoning* *zoning*

'Kay, that's it for my break. I have to finish work so I can go home. I'm tired.

Bad week, decent mood

I'm surprised I'm not ready to explode. I'm doing much better these days. Well, better than last week anyway. In the face of my car needing a whole new engine and therefore not being able to afford to go to Big Bear next week, being rearended today and work just being SHIT I'm doing okay. Oh yea, and I didn't win the button. Again. Oh well. I'm looking at the bright side of things. Like, getting a new engine will cost less than getting a new car and we've already found a trusted mechanic (Ron's friend) and the engine. I'll be able to drive my baby for another 5-8 years. The retard who hit me didn't do any damage to speak of, but I got his information anyway. There's lots of snow in the local mountains, so maybe I'll take a day off and just go boarding by myself. I'm just thinking, bleh...what the fuck EVER. I was supposed to go see Lisa's friend play in a band tomorrow night, but at the rate this week is going I'm just gonna stay home. I need to keep relaxing. Everything is FINE fine fine. Weeee!!!