deathtoforls

Damn...I was grabbing a few winks when I hear "Jocie...where are YOUR KEYS???" "hello, Jocie, hello." Yeah, it was my mom, who else would dare wake me? I've knocked the woman out accidentally in times past with a hairbrush when woken from deep sleep. Apparently, my ninja skillz only emerge when I'm deep in sleep, because damn if I don't have incredible aim- like a heat seeking missile. Well, according to "The Fam" my parking skills this afternoon left something to be desired. I didnt park perfectly, therefore, my car must be moved. For fucks sake, I truly wish I had a camera to document this shit, because hauling my exhausted carcass outta bed to move my car 2 feet is pretty lame yo. So, here I am, awake, alert, and rawring to go...yeah.

Went thrifting this afternoon to find that perfect pair of broken in Levis, but to no avail...the only jeans that really fit well were GAP jeans *cringe*. I'm not a GAP, nor a Limited nor a name brand type of gal...except with fuckin Levis, because those bastards really know how to make a pair of jeans. However, for less than $30 I walked away with 5 very cute tops (and not all black amazingly!), a pair of jeans that are ok, and a brand new pair of high heeled velvet maryjanes. So, I'm fucking happy.

Oh, and someone really loves me...so nice to get text and voicemail messages professing love so I can remember what a sappy bastard I am when I save and listen to them again and again. I don't think we've gone more than 9 hours without at least a voicemail if not a conversation for over a month now. Truly incredible I could find myself in this "love" predicament so soon after ending a 5 year schtick...am I making a mistake of gargantuan proportions here? Probably, knowing me, but fuck it, I like having someone to love, even if it does mean my heart will eventually be blasted into bits. That's just the way I roll, yo