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Alright. Here's the proper update I've been promising:

Thanksgiving sort of blew. Same shit, same arguments, blah blah blah. I taught a 5 year old how to play hackey sack. I need to remember to wear sweat pants next year.



Well, I'd like to tell you a little story....
I hung out with this dude a couple of weekends ago (friday) and we stayed awake chatting and wrestling and such (no...not THAT, you pervs!), and he bailed out about 3:00am. I lock the door and go to bed. Once I crawl into my blissful sheets, the celly rings. It's Errrk (some douchebag i work with ) and he says, "I'm sooo fucking drunk right now. I just stole a truck, I'm coming over." I told him that if he was drunk he shouldn't be driving, besides, I had to be ready at 9:00am SHARP the next morning (5 1/2 hours) because I had plans to escape (a much needed escape, at that) to the Pecos mountains with a good friend. We hang up. I brush it off, and lie down.
Then someone pounds on the door. I open it. It's douche. He stumbles into my apartment, walks straight into my bedroom (which is fucked up because I don't allow boys in my sanctuary ), strips off all of his clothes, and falls on the bed face-down ass-naked- spread eagle and passes out. I slapped him a few times to wake him and only recieved a grunt or two. I kneed him in the side and screamed for him to leave and all I got was, "I left the keys in the ignition because I didn't know how to take them out" (I'm like....OH FUCK ) and ask him where he parked his truck, and he motions to BFE, so I said fuck it and tried to curl into a ball between the wall, his arm and his leg. I didn't sleep. Asshole.
9:00 am sharp I was ready. I left a note for Douche (who I couldn't manage to wake up still), and walk outside to my awaiting ride. The truck Douche stole is double parked diagnally DIRECTLY in front of my apartment (haha).
I went with this cat I work with to the Pecos and the music is blissful, the conversation never dulls, things are bright, I'm fucking tired as shit. We hiked around the mountains by the river for about 5 hours and had a picnic. It was lovely. Simply lovely.
We came back to Burque that evening and started drinking at my house and watching Eternal Sunshine. By 9:00 I was shitfaced and he left. A friend of mine stopped by and dropped something off, and I walked him out, LOCKED THE DOOR, turned off the lights, CHECKED TO MAKE SURE THE DOOR WAS LOCKED (I'm vigilant about that since the Fuckhead days) and went to get nakie and pass out. About 11:30 or so I woke up to a scratching and I stumbled my naked, drunk, deliriously tired ass toward the livingroom, and my FRONT DOOR IS WIDE OPEN AND THERE IS SOME RANDOM DUDE JUST CHILLIN THERE ON THE DOORSTEP!!! I hastily covered my she-bits and all I could manage to studder out was, "What the fuck?! Was it already open?" and the dude says, "yeah....it was open....." and then he turns around and walks away! I freaked out and called Mr. Merryballs and relayed the story to him and he kept me on the phone for a few hours until I was calmed down.

This past week:

I found out my dad had to resign from his teaching job because he got caught fucking around on the internet in an "unprofessional manner" on the clock. (I don't think I need to spell it out for you, do I?)

I'm broke as shit.

Thursday I saw the premier of the Aeon Flux movie and ran into Sharon, amoung a few other heads I know. The movie was cool but not too much like the cartoon. It wasn't all dark and liquidy-like. Oh well, Ms. Thearon is HOT!

I got a job promotion, and I started training today. I kick ass.

I'm moving out of my apt by the 30th and back in with mi madre for a month because I'm getting a house in February with my friend Bubba Adanne AC Sticky White Comftapilla and his little brother. This blows. I HATE moving. It also sucks because I was going to have the New Year's party at my house. Waah.

On Saturday we were supposed to have a Vagina Night, but alas, conflicting schedules proved us wrong, so I just hung out with Sharon and my sister and we drank at my apartment. Good times.

I have a plan!!!!!!!!! Weeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm going to India in January of '07 with my friend Elise to take a semester while she does her yoga thing (don't ask).


Blarg.

I'm sick of typing.

Thank you all for all the comforting comments. You rock the town.

Go see Vanessa's page for shots from the 505 set I was lucky enough to witness (and oogle). Damn them ladies is hot.


I have a crazy crush on Mariposa.


Pictures in the next update.




I love you all.