ahhh crazy crazy.

so here is what has been happening i guess. my family visited and i had to relearn that some people never fucking change and some things will just always be fucked. it was a less than friendly reminder of how much i hate everything in my life.

also, apparently secrets are for suckers.

i repainted my bedroom and bathroom and it is basically amazing. i kept some of the ugly wall paper and i might put it in a picture frame like john stamos ((still hot)) did with the pink bunnies.

i painted. it is the flacid version of my favorite penis ever. i miss him.

i almost hit a baby bird when i pulled up to the house after work. oh yeah. work. i like my new job. i make more money and the people are generally about the same on the coolness spectrum. i'm also still pretty reticent, but not unlikeable. however, i need to get better at opening bottles of wine.

but i should not practice by opening bottles and drinking them. i'm pretty sure i'm giong to stop drinking for a while. apparently i make bad decisions when i drink. bad decisions four times. i'm also noticing that most of my anxiety attacks are now when i drink. yes. that will have to stop.

maybe smoking too. maybe.

we watched the twins lose to the rangers 4-14. i wanted to cry. i didn't even stay throught the 8th inning. it was that bad.

abby and justin broke up. i haven't heard from her which is odd.

i saw where jfk was shot. it was alright. apparently that's where the grassy knoll is. the more you know.

i bought new socks and they are practically beautiful. new socks are the best. now i don't have to do a load of laundry every 5 days between real laundries just for more socks. my sock drawer is bountiful.

i also bought a new tie for work. as it turns out, you can't put ties in the washing machine. i refuse to take them to the dry cleaners. therefore, i will wear dirty ties to work always.

i'm going back to minnesota in a week and a half. i may be getting some piercings while i'm there. it is possible.

9 flags in the bed of his truck. over the top by definition.

after work i visited cathy at wing pit. she was bored and insisted on me staying for 4 hours. she even put makeup on me... a very productive day for cathy. however, i keep rubbing my eyes and it is all coming off. that is not okay.

i'm so unmotivated to do anything but drink and smoke. but i think we already went over how i'm probably not doing either anymore. well, after kyle buys me a new pack of smokes because his dog chewed up a full pack. bitches. then i'll quit.

don't think twice, it's alright.