cx called me yesterday all squealy-excited that the rocky horror picture show was playing at movie tavern at midnight. i was going to be all super-responsible for once and i showed up as soon as i got off work at eleven to buy three tickets. sold fucking out. bitches. fuck work.

so instead i went to the palio's halloween party. it was alright. i was really not wanting to be there for a while. but i only had a salad between my two shifts so a beer and a half later i was great. but then three and a half beers and a rum and coke after that i was was back to really not wanting to be there... and by there, i mean alive. but it was far better than the og masquerade that i drug him to.

why?

purple drank mostly.

anyway, good party, no pictures. i have misplaced my camera. sad panda.

i was pretty on the money handing out burns all night. when i was at the gas station a dude came in after the beeping-hit-the-approval-button-beeps started and asked the clerk to reset it because he was trying to teach his wife how to pay at the pump. i thought he had already left the store and didn't bother turning around to find out but said, "it's 2007, did she just have a frontal lobotomy??" no one laughed until he left. they all owe me high-fives.

also, yankees don't know anything, also i'm a girl.

speaking of girls. apparently everyone liked me but this one girl? tx tried explaining why but i was drunk and i think i got mad and slept on the far edge of the bed and probably hogged the blankets. i don't really remember.