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I should answer emails on here more often. That was fun!

So to sum up...

On Monday I went to Portland's only karaoke tiki bar with dunx, KtKate and various other friends from school to bid a fond farewell to our friend Megan who is leaving for grad school at Harvard on Saturday. Suffice to say I had a fucking blast. I drank a lot of whiskey and sang dumb songs. Our friend Doug is like, mass good at karaoke. I really had no idea. I was envious of his mad skillz. He also has the weirdest job of anyone I know. He transports corpses. He workes nights. They sit around reading and sleeping until someone dies and they get called to move the body to the funeral home. Apparently they get raises every month because the turnover rate is so high.

So anyway, we rocked the karaoke bar, and dunx and I sang Patience, and it was good. On the way home we were talking about something completely innocent and I started crying like a little whiney baby. Just bawling. I think I made dunx feel really bad. I didn't mean to. I was just drunk and got triggered.

Yesterday I gave Megan her goodbye present at the laundromat. Yeah, the really sketchy one. She'd cut her hand on part of the food precessor twice, once when using it and once when cleaning it. She didn't know what to do after the second cut, which was pretty deep and bleeding a lot. Her boyfriend took care of it for her. We decided that she's going to die in Boston while trying to fix the toaster with a fork while it's plugged in and she's taking a bath.

Before that I watched Bad Santa and then Springer with dunx. Does Jerry Springer really have his finger on the pulse of America, or is that show all a dream?

I was going to post a picture here of what it looks like when someone does something stupid for humorous effect, but I forgot my camera. It's a bruise on my knee from where someone tried to throw an iron at the couch next to me and missed.

Last night we were poor and made carbombs at home with Jack Daniel's. It was sad. Then we went to the bar and told the nice bartender we were poor and he gave us some cheap drinks. We played a lot of pool. Some dude played with us for a while. He was pertty nice and cool, but he kept Looking at me. It was weird.

Today started early and raining. We watched Elimidate and this guy was on there who was like, 56, and the four girls were all in their 50s, and this one was a total slut, and this other one was not hot, but she had a rad accent. He let the ugly one go first, of course, and at the end it came down to the slut and this really hot chick who was a ballroom dancer. I honestly thought he was going to go for the nasty slutty chick, but he came through for me and went with the hot one. Fran.

Maybe I had something else to say, maybe not. I don't remember. I think that's enough for now.

Edit: Shit! I remember what I was going to say. When dunx and I were in the car this morning he started singing So Fresh, So Clean and I was like, "where did that come from?" and he said "oh, I was just thinking about how cool I was this morning..." Hm. I guess you had to hear the way he said it.