monroe

Without much warning, fall is officially here. It really seemed like there were no transitions into seasons this year; 5 feet of snow right into blazing hot summer and then BAM- get your sweaters out. Anyway, good riddance summer of 2010- you fucking SUCKED!

Speaking of the suck, I'd like to thank everyone who has reached out to me during this rough patch in my life. It means so much. For real. It's made me feel less alone, given me hope and strength, and even made this bitter old misanthrope realize that maybe not everyone is a total asshole. I'll get through it...I hope.

As long as I have these dudes around, I'll be ok:

Matt: Let's dance.
Me: I can't. I'm wearing a dress and I didn't have any clean underwear...
Matt: You can wear mine. No really, I'll go in the bathroom and take them off and you can put them on.
Me: EW!
Matt: Corey, Jess won't dance with us because she's not wearing underwear!
Corey: Oh, she can put mine on!

WEIRDOS.

Then...
Eddie: Jess, do you wanna have kids ever?
Me: I dunno, maybe. Quite possibly.
Eddie: Who do you want the dad to be???
*the three of them argue over who should get to be the sperm donor of my turkey baster gay baby which really doesn't seem as far fetched as it should*
Thanksssssssssss.

I'm loving my brunetteness.


Even though Matt told me my hair/makeup/outfit made me look like Frieda Kahlo last night! Dick.

Sober living has been treating me pretty well. I'll have a drink here and there, but nothing major. It's pretty cool.

Off to eat Chinese takeout with aforementioned homos. Peace.