einglaswein

Woah. Days and dates don't make sense when you don't really have to pay attention to them. How is it August 6th already?
I think i slept at home maybe twice this week. I seriously fell off of my bed the other night, and i wonder if subconsciously i try to go out every night and not come home because i'm mad at my bed. Every one else has bigger beds. The couch i slept on last night was bigger than my bed!! Whatev.
Work is fine, i opened up a new account with a store in Chicago at this trade show when i was filling in for my boss, which was kinda sweet, because i'm usually mainly involved with production and don't deal with the more business side of the company, which suits me fine because i dont really like dealing with people, but it's good experience, yes? yes. So then this guy that apparently knows both my boss and sister gave me this awesome shirt. It makes me soooooo happy. I was growling in this picture, so i changed it to better communicate my feelings:


wed night i got to introduce a ft lauderdale dweller to my favorite bar, and he was equally as charmed as i am. i don't know who the dood in the glasses is.



one of my bestist friends Chris and his fiance were there.


whiskey love.

Thursday i finally got to go to a baseball game!! i was broke, so the 7 dollar beers were out of the question and i feel a little cheated from the complete baseball experience i had envisioned, but it was still fun. i made the Marlins win and have decided that baseball players have pretty nice butts, but then again, most of the marlins are hispanic and that might have something to do with it. i was all 'ooooooh, he has such a nice butt, i bet he's gonna hit a home run." and whoever he was, he did, leading me to conclude that nice-assed sport players are better athletes.
also, i'm glad that my friend loves baseball enough to buy 2 tickets, because i had no monies.


how do the players not get distracted by the obnoxious orange seats? i'd prolly be all standing outfield, chillin, and then, 'woahhh, oraange', and get clocked in the head with a ball, or something. but maybe thats just my adhd love for shiny things.


i rode my bike across the bridge to my friends' house who lives right on the bay and enjoys jumping into the water on an inflatable boat



and fishing. it makes me a little sad to watch the feeshies be de-hooked, 'cause they're all, 'aiiiiiie, i'm dyyying!' but then they get thrown back in, and swim away, only to forget what happened and bite the stupid hook again. stupid fish.


I'm getting tattoooooooed on Thursday, by a dear friend of mine from highschool, who learned how from her boyfriend, the amazingly talented guy who did my inner lip. He's going to touch it up, weee! and do a little something else, while Marina works on my inner arm. I'm trying to decide if i should procure some painkillers for the occasion. i'd rather not. I'm sure i'll be fine.
My friends are awesome.

i miss some o' you northerners, though, and wish you could come party with meeeeeee.
xO + <3