but you don't bring me flowers.

congratulations to my blue team! back in div. 1 finals after 28 years. fuck. yes.

spending my saturday night at home being miserable and sick. ew. not that i would enjoy going out because i just want to watch musicals and lindsey lohan movies all night.

today at work, chicax ((who is a hip dresser, but horrible conversationalist but not awkward like me but more of i don't give a shit about your dream of waiting tables at the olive garden but it was actually a CASTLE! OMGZ GUYS BLEEEEEOOOOOOAAARGH!!!!!!)) was planning on giving a lot of clothes to good will... and as an avid thrift store shopper and lover of all things inexpensive, i convinced her to let me browse...



hmm... cute... but where could i possibly wear it??



ah-HA! 80's night at hailey's i test-danced it... rest assured, it will never happen again.



i'm pretty okay with polka-dots and i'll let the bow in the back slide. only because if i tie it loosely and it sags down my back it reminds me of a charlie brown christmas tree... no, YOU get a life!



but these sleeves aren't really working for me... but not enough for me to not wear it i guess.



cute little thing, and look at those bedroom eyes! you're totally swooning over me.



too bad i look totally preggers if i turn to the side... no dice.




i didn't like this one... at all... the colors looked much better when the sun was blinding me in the olive garden parking lot... but i rocked it regardless.



note the pockets! perfect for standing around being awkward! i should wear this to jupiter house the next time i want to read.



also, i think i'm between poses here.



took a break from my saturday night solo fashion show of patheticlor to nap off the sickness.



totally cute material... and ultra-soft. also cute with jeans.



i know it looks like i'm slowly moving the camera...



but really, i'm falling out of my chair... ((dorklor))



((no secrets))

too much drinking went on in the past week for me to remember most things... but some of the photographs reminded me...



jupiter house is no longer open 24hrs. what. the. fuck. what am i supposed to be antisocial at HOME?!?



my frogs were cute with me one night. they make me so happy. wait... where did snowflake go??



okay, back to cute.



momx visited for five days of drunken amazing times.



we played pool at the boiler room and i apparently introduced momx to everyone and didn't learn about it until last night when everyone asked where she was and said she was awesome. she is awesome.




while we were playing pool i remember some weird lawyer talking to us, and i wasn't sure if he was hitting on me or my mom but then his friend was like "hey, man, have you called your wife back yet?" and we laughed at him.



we shopped and i bought TWO dresses and we tried to find accessories even but we couldn't so i bought a hat instead.




((hey, sx, remember these???))



ALL junk stores should have junk jewelry for junk prices.



i got caught looking at myself when someone pointed out the sign that says "only you can stop narcissism."






this dress is totally julia roberts in pretty woman when the guy that plays george kostanza totally calls her out for being a hooker at the polo game or horse races or whatever. i didn't buy it.




this dress is the happiest dress in the world. but weird because my boobs are too big. my gut fits into it just fine, but i have to push my boobs in to zip the back. i totally bought it.



momx did not buy that dress. ((le sigh of relief))




awww



this building is in austin i think and there is one like it in minneapolis and i think mary tyler moore was filmed there or something i heard once... we call it "ghetto in the sky". if they released a videogame that took place inside ghetto in the sky, i would totally play it.






dci san antonio regional.

go blue team!

i'll rant about that later.



also, we drank and painted.

i'm supposed to go forever away with rx and tx tomorrow to a flea market. ((i hope it's like the little falls craft fair in minnesota))

but it turns out i have to take my car in first. fucking lights. fucking already. fucking ford.



((also, blue stars are in tenth place. i hope they can maintain their momentum into the san antonio show next week... proud of you kids. FCO!))

UPDATE: also, carolina crown. first in drums and second overall?!? where the fuck did they come from?!?!?

i'm waiting for px to text me back and give the a-okay for the dates i gave to fly to LA!! ((holy shit, i'm going to LA!)) so i'm busy raiding everyone's myspace pages and laughing at their losery.



cx pointed out in a picture from a few years ago how my face looked "uhh... rounder..." ha yes... so here is more of me and my former roundness. not that i am unrounded now, just less round.

Being goofy


also, i believe that he could single-handedly take down the dallas ((un-north)) stars... in a fist fight anyway.



i miss my friends' music and awesome shows in minnesota. for some reason, these silly texans haven't figured out that i'm kind of a big deal.



also, who's coming to the next crashsight show with me? no joke, this video kind of sucks... way flat and obnoxiously articulate. but i love watching them. fuck yourself.



i couldn't help but laugh through.... almost all of this. ((i miss it))

it came in the mail today. yay!!! i think i'm going to be more excited than homeboy when he gets it... but that's okay.

the og conned me into working all day so now i feel exhausted but still can't sleep. ((story of my life)) but i had forgotten my phone at the house so i couldn't even stay entertained sending text messages.



between shifts i went out to my car for a smoke and to listen to some music and drum on my steering wheel and whatnot. locked my keys in my car.

((fuck me))

and i have a spare key on my kitchen counter.

((no cell phone))

so i sat on hold with aaa for a half hour and they showed up in the middle of dinner rush. fuck balls.

at least the engine wasn't running... just the electric part... but regardless... fuck balls.

also, because i didn't have my phone, i couldn't find out if kx was staying in
denton or going to houston today, and it turns out i totally bailed on him again... because i suck... hard... at all of it.

yesterday i saw a marimba in the back of a pickup truck. it made me miss these kids.

joe salsman = awesome dude of the day!

"I was watching a special earlier tonight on Discovery health Channel about a women name Kathy who was having stomach-stapling surgery. Kathy wouldn't have been bad looking if she dropped two hundred pounds and stopped wearing her hair like the Hulk. She actually looked a lot like Agustas Gloop. The documentary narrator must have said the words 'morbidly obese' about forty times. I loved it. I don't know why , but I enjoy those words very much. Maybe because they're so brutally honest. So, how was your blind date? 'Morbidly obese.' Not a lot of room for interpretation there. It's probaby not a term used very often in singles ads. 'Morbidly obese woman seeks morbidly obese gentleman for friendship and geometrically impossible attempts at intercourse. Must enjoy strenuous activities such as breathing, shoe tying, and taking long, romantic walkes to the kitchen. I love dogs and horses as well as traditional luncheon meats. My favoirte films are Shallow Hal and anything starring Marlon Brando after 1980.You must be sincere. intelligent, and adapt at barnacle removal.'
I sure would hate to be stricken with morbid ovesity. I wonder how the doctor words that to a patient. 'Well, Kathy, as everyone in the free world already knows, you're obese. Now I hate to be the bearer of such news, but I'm sure your suspicions were alread aroused by things like creaking floorboards and housedresses that were mistaken for car covers. I feel it's my duty to inform you that your obesity has shot past unpleasant, sailed right over disgusting, made a brief stop at horrendous, and finaly landed on morbid'"