frickleschnitz

winner winner chicken dinner!--- finally i'm writing again.

since my brain has actually been eerily quiet lately, i've had nothing to write about. but i figured i'd give it a go again and give you something to read about.

highlights from hiatus:

• my fan club president came and visited me! all i can say is yaaaaay actual food, jello cosmos, and besties. fab fab time, lady.
• bla bla like 3 weeks ago something happened at a party and i don't even remember anymore but i know i said i would so this is the best you get, jaye and wes. wait i remember bits and pieces. an s&m conversation might have happened...
  
• halloween. working in an elevator for 6 hours. dressed up as carmen sandiego one night and paula deen the next. world traveler to "shhh, just one more sticka butta y'all!" was an interesting transition. oh the baby was there again, everyone was like "is that real?" yes.
• bought $30 worth of yarn. made shit, you know.
  
• chopped almost a foot of my hair off. typical.
• had off on wednesday for vet day. still went to work. for free. why am i so stupid? i broke a flask and practically got drawn and quartered for it.
  

it's bizarre how few things happened in the past 3 weeks. like legit nothing. that is most likely due to the fact that i really haven't left the library or my house. for anything. food? nah, gum and tap water baby.



on tuesday night elv, teah, esso, wes, kab and i squoze into kab's car and went to all asia to see jaye play with his band james downtown. they all played really well and everyone really liked it. i can't really describe what kind of music it is. jaye says jazz guitar, i say tapes n' tapes/dylan hybrid. really sick though. the pun master decided to tell jokes mid set. good try. after, we went to f-t and hung out. i think i said i was going to leave like 30 times and never did. i even went out the door, and came back in and stayed for approx 4 more hours. squang, ceese, and i were going to get w.o.b. but then it closed so they went and partied somewhere. we all smoked hookah on the porch at f-t had some fabulous conversations. about what? i'll tell you.

1. choirs. yes, like who should be what (fat uggos=tenors) and then everyone proceeded to sing the national anthem from the porch.
2. two drunk chicks walked up and asked to use the bathroom. we then learned their whole life stories.
3. are these pants? the epic and way too drawn out convo about if jean-like leggins count as pants.
   
4. bikes. who's faster, who rides leisurely, who passes who, etc. then there was a bike race. adub won, but it was close.
   

so that's it kids. i'm smackin the sack. what a fucking day. or lack there of.

(jay, hope you like the pic. i hope it satisfies your need to see/read about yourself. wes, you're in it too so same to you. bahaha, fuckers.)


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