Now where were we

I think somewhere in the middle of who gives a shit street down passed why bother lane? Ever since dumping cola all over my laptop yesterday afternoon my caring meter has been a little low. I am also feeling mega-stressed out this week, too much going on and then I just bail on everything cos I “can’t deal”. My ADD was bad enough yesterday and now I got a case of the sticky keys. I should not have been drinking pop out of a champagne flute like a frickin’ dink ass to begin with. When I hear about other people frying their laptops I always secretly smugly think what stupid luck everyone else has look at me sitting pretty over here with the best luck ever (knocks on wood) but yeah, my laptop magically came back to life and the depression funk I was headed for went away but not really I conjured up all hell of other things to be annoyed about/frustrated by/stressed over like the cool story that I am.

Bitches in Libville yesterday eyed my sandals like snakes, seriously, get your own damn sandals. Then they look up in to my face and I’m like yeah, I saw that, control your faces please.

Throw a smile on it like this. Everybody loves a Guy Smiley.

And a smoke show like this chick.

Upping our photo angles game we were.

Yup. She’s a mystery camera alright. I am hating my sticky keys sooooo much. Expect a lot of bitchy upcoming posts.

I could not believe Jen has the same phone as me AND is on instagram too. I have no excuse now do I? I think it would make my phone InstaFlames. But you can do it from web.

Time for freezies.

I’m kind of fit and kind of fat (pre-menses blamin’ it on!) also those are small shorts so they make my love handles, handled. I don’t care. Just pre-defensive of the teenage girl haters who read my bible blog. Within a month (each month) I go between 118-124, then down again. Anyway I am going to stop eating pizza (yeah right) and drink less (pfft). MAYBE!

JBeth said there’s been pics of me on FB where she thought they were her (before maximizing) and I was flattered by that, then temporarily missed my blond hair, then I got over it.

People are attracted to people with similar features to themselves.

I haven’t noticed a difference in attention levels since going to back to dark hair so pretty much everyone who warned me about being treated like garbage in comparison, were wrong. If you become a wallflower with mousy dark hair then that’s your own fault.

Pizza guy had to check the killer view. Ingoldsbie is the nicest dude and best host.

Evidently the secret to pizza pizza is thin crust + well done cheese. I’m a believer.

The most amazing wine, Silver Oak, M. brought back from Napa. Well lah-dee-dahh pour some on Raymeh. I’m trying to coax Silver Oak in to sending a few bottles our way now. I tried to find a bottle last night, no dice. A fifty dollar bottle of vintages that MIGHT taste like it ah no, we settled with a decent Zin and a bottle of Marlborough that I’ll drink tonight!

Tomorrow-Sunday is going to be mad busy. NXNE, parties parties parties and maintaining bounce back capabilities to blog it all. I need a party girl calendar. I’m going to bail on GhostFace maybe cos it’s Father’s Day this w/e but I’ll def be at Flaming Lips. I should probably go to Bad Religion too and I don’t know how I’m going to be at 159 Manning + Echo Beach at the same time and all the other bits in between aghhhhhhhhhhhhhh o_O can we get city golf cart transit system set up yet Mr. Ford? I bet my (personal) invitation to City Hall still stands.

Purty view.

Mystery camera oh mystery camera. Sure you think one shot in that direction is enough? You can’t see where you are zooming in, hence the mystery. There’s a lotta good and a lotta bad. It’s a fun camera though and stress-free, you take and forget and enjoy your Real Time more.

Keeping it really really real time.

I call this look Little Nana. Which is funny because she is littler than me.

Some guy tweeted if I wanted some tits for that top @ me. Another chick engaged in twitter flame war over the meaning of POSH that went ON AND ON AND ON AND ON. I was quoting an anecdote I had learned when I arrived, I don’t mind a good argue but can it wait until after we’re all out trying to enjoy our fucking selves? If I am flaming someone that I e-stalk, I do it in a better way than that which is that I don’t. When people instigate and then you react to the bullshit they started, which banks off the tweet you initially tweeted, is it fair game then? I can’t even count the number of infractions in all manners of speaking, I think a lot of people drunk tweet too and get lippier. It’s an interesting social experiment for sure.

We had enough sun.

Daffodils and Dagwood.

Oh hi there.

I made us (with the help of Williams Sonoma) peach margaritas for one last day cap. Jenny tried to say she never drinks on Sundays, FTS! Sundays are the BEST days to drink on. I could write a thesis on why!

She also was not really aware of who Betty & Veronica are. O_O She’s not a comic girl. B&V are not a comic but a supermarket cottage childhood garage sale staple right of passage.

Jen Mcneely owns this painting by yours truly of the two iconic inked starlettes (with an Ainsley bonus feature for good measure lol) as a matter of fact. Anywhoo I had said that I always admired Veronica most cos she was the rich girl, but then Archie could just not get enough of that blond. Eternal conflict of life. Tomboy wife material or princess bitch trophy. You can be both!

Then I walked all the way home in those flats and nothing started bleeding. It was a nice tanked walk home in a beautiful dress I felt like a floaty princess.

And conceitedly artistic.

Battery was dying too.

Gotta go. Colleague is giving my bike a tune-up!