as my day off, i had many things planned for the day. things including cleaning and being physically active and laundrying and world peace.

none of these usually happen. but i usually plan for that too.

i did clean out my car. i even left the windows down to get rid of the smokey smell.

sometimes i take pictures of my reflection just to make sure that i still exist. i find that it is an accurate measurement of non-death.



i also drank in the daytime. always worth it.

the highlight of any day off is catching oprah and dr. phil. one of the first things i learned when i moved to texas is that dr. phil went to UNT and nobody in texas likes him. after today's episode, i really didn't either. whatever.

oprah, however, was quality as usual. her guest was this guy that writes for the new york times who had a drug addict son. he wrote an article for the new york times magazine ((apparently they also have a magazine)) about his experiences. he went on to say how many people wrote to him thanking him for giving them ((the families of drug addicts)) a voice. he then went on to write the book, "beautiful boy". after his son's recovery, the son went on to write the book "tweak."

i want both books. i have a birthday coming up. you should look into that.

also, i cried about eight times while watching oprah. i miss kyle and jon and michael and gavin. also, good luck to my homies cx and rx in rehab.

after being overly bored, i came up to jupiter house to get more progress done on the books i'm reading and writing. i got a pleasant interruption to grab some beers at the abbey. oh yeah, and food. sundog es muy bueno. longboard is okay. also, sundog is the joe cool of beer.




smartass, i am currently listening to the new meshuggah. i second your thoughts. however, i found some of the tracks overly percussively redundant. but it's whatever.

before my final of three-ish trips to jupiter house today ((one of which, i danced with the barista that is also jxlx's girlfriend... love that guy)) i saw this couple fighting. i'm overly entertained by the awkwardness of lovers' spats. i stuck around to watch and photograph the event. in the pictures, it doesn't look like they're fighting, but i assure you, he wants his keys back and she keeps putting his hands on her tits. entertaining5000.




also, pretentiouscentral5000.




i wore what has been deemed my aquarium outfit ((half replacing my poetry slam outfit on the hipster/pretentious level)) out since the last time i showed you pictures. homeboy has some better at-venue shots that he still refuses to share. but until then, entertain yourself with this wonderfulness...




also, one of these salads is probably better than the other one... whatever.




and this old man was videotaping his walk around the square. i looked up from my vonnegut just in time to catch a tourist. how wonderful.



also, the reason i don't go up to maplewood to see between the buried and me for free is because i hate smartass. that is all.

there is a cricket with an uneven number of legs running in circles outside jupiter house. i'm pretty sure that's all he can do.



when i worked at the black-eyed pea, we had to sell dollar shamrocks for the muscular dystophy association. however, i get very discouraged after being turned down by the... first and only table i offered a shamrock to... so i didn't. sorry, jerry!

caught the crashsight cd release show on friday. it turned out pretty baller. it was pretty cool seeing d'amato and a couple of the old work people... and creepy hx that wanted to get me in a threeway with his gay roommate... if you recall, bx said he has two mommies.

photos will be shared post photo-shopping because i couldn't remember how to change my camera settings for shitty show-lighting. balls.

also, i saw this girl that was decently unattractive wearing an ugly tent-dress get her crotch grabbed by an even more unattractive dude. i threw up a little in my mouth. save it for your cheeto-stained living room sofa, please.

the minute homeboy left my side, some dock-worker fresh from the fish market asked if he was my boyfriend. my eyes grew to ultra-panic-size and i said yes and turned away quickly... whew... one more conversation i will never have to have.

i made a peach smoothie for breakfast because i'm out of raspberries and i don't think strawberries and peaches would mesh well and i didn't want to open a new container of raspberry yogurt.

i really like shitty music today.

i went to the wing pit xmas party last night. ate some kickin chinese in lewisville. then went bowling. i turkeyed the first game and didn't even break 100 in the second. balls to that.

there was a girl at the bowling alley wearing the same tent dress as the girl whose crotch was diddled at the curtain club, but she was under 200 lbs. and asian, and i've already accepted that asians can wear whatever the fuck they want and it will be okay...

also, when picking out my clothes, i like to pretend that i'm asian.

my bff left me some crazy-kid voicemail last night. wow. and the little miss desperate award goes to...

ONE YEAR AGO TODAY:

OJ Simpson wrote a book.

"If I did it, here's how it happened"

Also known as "Here's how it happened"

wow. just wow.

I want it soooo bad.

Also, my least-favorite boss at Black Eyed Pea, Barbara, is totally his cousin.

No joke.

whoa.

The bartender at the Black Eyed Pea ((Shaun)) told me that he used to live in Sartell, MN. ((which is about 5 miles from my house in Rice for all of you out-of-staters))

When he asked me if Rick's Cafe was still around, I knew he was legit.

I saw the new James Bond movie, Casino Royale, last night. It was great.

Don't worry, I'm not going to give anything away, but if you watch it, the chase scene in the beginning is INCREDIBLE. Apparently it's this new style of martial arts shit with your feet. I don't know. Whatever.

But Bond is SUCH a good dresser. Damn. And I'm not just talking about his tux or anything. I was thinking that through the whole movie. and his eyes are superstar blue, which is cool. and he totally wore the 2006 Blue Stars Pit booty shorts in the beach scene.

AND, of course, google images doesn't have any full-outfit shots. Just head shots and busts.

Then after we got out, John totally asked me to dress him up all James Bond Stylee. ((yes!!!!!!))

I had a dream that Oprah's friend Gale died and she wanted a new best friend and she picked me. It was cool. She gave me a bunch of money and I got to play with her dogs and she MADE me a diamond ring. Also, my blog became part of O-magazine and I got to talk about things on her Oprah and Friends XM radio channel. Also, Buctrose was there and Oprah came to all of my drum corps shows. Buctrose hit on Oprah and I was jealous because I wanted her all to myself.

let's see... john and i hung out last week and things were pretty cool. smoked a bowl or two.



saw the aqua teen hunger force colon movie for the theaters. it was alright. but athf is best done in small, half hour doses. but i still enjoyed it.



the next day i had an anxiety attack at petco and passed out. i'm thinking about buying my crickets somewhere else from now on. or maybe i'll make mike buy them for me. who knows. i just don't want to be "that girl fucked up girl that passed out that one time." but i went to john's to calm myself down a bit, but he was being ridiculously shady and unsupportive even though we had just talked about how we should be there for eachother and support eachother. what the fuck.



so that put me in a horribly upset funk for the rest of the week.



however,

thursday i woke up horrible. was horrible all morning. horrible all afternoon. horrible while i was in the shower. stepped out of the shower ridiculously manic-like, singing and dancing, laughing and smiling. whatever. don't know where that came from, but it was great. so i was in a great mood for the first time since all of this bullshit started.

friday was my birthday. it was alright. the party was big, even though only like half of the people that were supposed to be there actually showed up. oh well, it was still a blast and there were still 20ish people in attendance. peter showed up with the fucking cast of metalocalypse. they were cool.

i also made it a requirement for everyone to be photographed kissing the birthday girl. that only lasted until i got drunklor, then i forgot.

also, i was drunk before anyone really showed up. that is the true megan-party fashion.

post-party was rough. i had maybe 5-7 strong anxiety attacks back-to-back. i was really scared and i think mike was close to bringing me to the hospital or something. it was nice to have someone helping me through it though. he will make a fine medic one day.

quit my job because the new manager is crazy.

applied a few places yesterday and had an interview. supposed to hear back this afternoon. dropping off more applications later.

also, kyle is a rabbit.

there.

you've been fed.

last night i went to the bank and made a large deposit via atm into my checking account to cover all the bills that i had mailed out that day. today i made another deposit via atm into my checking account. however, upon opening my checkbook i found the deposit slip from the last deposit i made. apparently i forgot to put the deposit slip in the envelope with my deposit. i felt pretty fucking dumb. i filled the whole thing out... but left it in my checkbook. i are dumb.

my mom drunk dialed me tonight...

we have a new manager at the bep. half way through my shift, he walked past me and reeked of pot. i was in complete denial that this 50something year old guy would be smoking up at work and assumed that it was someone else. but later i went into the office.... dudes.... this guy was smoking weed in the fucking office. his second mother fucking day on the job. holy balls.

in other news, i'm drinking beer.