many happenings of special interest last evening.



went to both karma AND jupiter with kyle last night. good times and interesting conversations to behold. ((fo sho)) i hadn't seen him in probably a week. that shouldn't happen again. karma was pretentious as usual, and jupe was usual as usual. no peanut butter AGAIN! next time i will bring my own. i will be a hero among men. ((get over yourself)) JR showed up and was all "where's travis? have you seen him? is he coming?" megan = not his fucking personal assistant! then she decides that we are TOTALLY bff and i need to know about what drugs she's on and that she just had sex with some guy who "lasted one second, but totally could have gone again if i wanted" so it was sooo amazing! or something??? i don't know. then she started talking about how she's glowing and shit. bitch stop talking! we don't care! kyle and i are far too mellow to even pretend to be interested in your feaux-manic-depressive stories. done and done.



went to J and L's for some movies. saw the second half of the new fantastic four. less than fantastic. not gonna lie. and then travis wonders why i'm falling asleep when they put in the office dvd later. bitch, because i'm still trying to get over the utter shock of your interest in the previous horrible atrocity that is the fantastic four. also, the couch is ridiculous-cozy. next time i will bring a cold steel folding chair.


mike, what are you looking at??

mike called mid-fauxtastic four to invite us to the holiday inn ((his place of employment)) for a jacuzzi/pool gathering. i turned him down because i had just gotten to J and L's and that didn't want to leave them AND take travis with me. holy rudeness!

but then travis ended up sleeping at his ex's or some shit even though i had totally already purchased his friendship for the evening with homemade chocolate chip banana bread. holy double rudeness after i had already withheld my rudeness and that's asking a lot. i'm over it.



so i called up mike to see if he was still jacuzziing at 1.30am. and alas, he was! of course. think about who we're talking about here, yo. so i ran home. searched for my bathing suit ((no luck, but i did find three live cricket escapees in my laundry basket)) grabbed a sports bra and my snowman panties and went to the holiday inn!

i totally shaved to get some, but at least i wasn't fuzzy for jacuzzi night??

((this photo has been removed by request of also photoed person))

also, not only does my hair turn totally manish when it's wet or styled even
moderately improperly, but i totally look pregnant in this picture. sad panda.



apparently the hot tub sucked, so they were using the bathtub jacuzzi. fine by me! it was a great night of cartoons, bubble-bath-jacuzzis, pillow fights, and fresh 5am doughnuts. fucking right. also, adult swim TOTALLY showed my favorite two episodes of tom goes to the mayor and tim and eric awesome show great job. featuring the following lines of awesome:

really? i'll call you back. that's weird. his niece was murdered.

our legs are long. yes, our legs are long. and they're very very long. yes, they're very very long.

to the le baron!

ricky ticky tick tock tick tock.

that's a-ma-zing!

oh, crickets...


the caption of this photo should be "who do i trust? myself!" also, i should have a massive pile of cocaine on my desk that i can stick my face into whenever i want, also, i am al pacino...

there was also an awesomely silly show called Lucy, daughter of satan or something?? i don't know. awesomely silly. awesomely silly. yes.