Dream

I had yet another dream last night that seemed all too real. Not cool. I woke up grumpy and discombobulated for several reasons, one of which was obviously the daylight savings time fiasco that happens twice a year. I was not a fan of working today, either.

But at least I'll be getting free rentals again soon. That's a plus.

These past couple of days made up for a good percentage of this shit-tastic winter, I must say. It better not end here. The human interaction is just what I need, nowadays.

Don't be a jerk, now.

Here's a few pictures:
Now, the following picture isn't from Thursday night, or even this weekend, it was from my birthday weekend, but I just found it on Colleen's profile and it made me happy.

(me, Henrique and Alex (the Brazil Boys!) and Colleen at PsychoFest)


Dynaflo Aaron and I in the studio during my radio show.


Beervision! No seriously. cHeWie put a beer bottle up to the flash and took the picture.



Oh, Gina. You cute, drunken lass, you.


I'm ready for a vacation now. You'd be surprised at some of the things people have been thinking about saying for quite some time now, and finally voiced it to me. It would surprise you. But probably scare you. Just sayin'.

22 years on this planet... my God.

So my birthday is in 5 days, and I'm crawling out of my skin with excitement. No, really I am! I love birthdays, not neccessarily when they're mine, but hey. It's all in good times, for sure. I plan on rounding up my friends and going out to dinner and doing some bowling, that whole bit.



And yet, my retarded fear senses kick in and I think that nobody's going to show up, which I know won't be the case. You can't blame me for thinking so, because blizzards in the past have prevented people from sharing the festivities with me.



My roommate informed me just now that, for my birthday weekend, it's going to be a whoooo-woppin' 14 flippin' degrees... FOR THE HIGH. I couldn't even imagine the low. Dang. I'm going to have frozen boogers on my septum ring. That's a pain in the ass to clean off, you know frozen boogers...



...anyway.



I've been in high spirits these past few consecutive days, and I'm diggin' it. Winters are usually pretty tough, but I'm getting by. From cuddle seshs with the boy (I'm talking about you, silly.), crazy photo ops (shows, mainly), hanging out with good crowds (those Lowell boys are somethin' else.), and ignoring ridiculous requests of my unreliable best friend, it's all good.


Sad to say that I don't give two shits about my best friend, but hey, he's been nothing but shitty and he's stuck in a "me" complex. Not a fan. All I'm sayin' is that he better be there for my birthday or he's going to get his teeth kicked in.



Me? Violent? Never.



You would think I've be a bit more bitter and unwelcoming to the idea of my job situation dispersing, but I'm not... it could be worse, I keep telling myself. Times are tough for everyone. And I have a feeling that dogs can look up (Shaun of the Dead reference if it's not setting in).



We'll see.