Where Am I Going, And Why Am I In This Handbasket?

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Turkiness




Within 48 hours Chris' new Xbox shat & died. Naturally, it stopped our world. On Thanksgiving day he was on the phone to Xbox. On 2 phones. He's on hold with one service biatch and yelling at another. Hahahaha. For an hour & a half. I forgave him because he made Thanksgiving Dinner. All of it. Omigod it was deeelish. MMMM.



Mojo spent the holiday weekend running & hiding from me when I wanted some lovin'. SOMEHOW I still manage to find him. Then I put him in his fancy new kitty hotel for a little bit. I cuddled with his paw. He was happy. No, wait. I was happy. He wasn't.

Two of my college roomies have spread all the way out to West Virgina. And Chandler. That's fucking far.

I can't remember life before I was drinking legally. What did I DO? How did I survive???


These two, that's how.

The fuckin VR and singing into brushes with Ebony and Mystery Science Theater 3000 marathons and riding our bikes drunk through the Tempe hoods and Cholla & the ghetto apartment & Higher Ground and Kissyface & Wonderlungs and Lenny the hippie cat and crashing sad little weddings in Yuma and Mushroom Nights & giggling at the moon and the Depression Couch and after hours at The Works hahaha the fucking Works and routinely getting maced outta there and laughing at men on the couches at the MU and Juice & Lorenzo & Mike & Manzy and spring break in LA and doing lamaaz in the hallway and smoking smoking smoking and DAMN college was fun.

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