pantsonfire

a saturday at home with nothing to do. i hit the tattoo shop last thursday to get my sunshine man drawing on my calf. getting the tat wasn't especially painful, but the healing is annoying - my pantlegs keep rubbing my tat. i went to chris @ skin tattoo on oakland ave. one day i will put tattoo pics up for those who care to see 'em.

last night was the fried chicken & 40oz'ers party at jen & kelly's pad. i consumed chicken (mmmm, gold rush chicken) & cole slaw (i think i ate an entire container of that shit) & 120 oz's of love. the party deteriorated into a bunch of peeps dancing & singing/shouting along to classic 80's tunes. (highlights we're Mr. Robotto & Head over Heels) i left at 4 am & proceeded to sleep until 2pm.

my cat is feeling comfortable at home. it was so sweet of him to climb up on the bed and curl up at my drunken side last night. and when i woke up today, i called his name and he came charging into the room just totally happy i was awake.

i don't know what to do with today. strange. an idea will come if i drink enough coffee, right?

hannukah started last night. we lit the menorrah during the chicken party. i think the next party theme should be pink champagne. i love a good champagne buzz, and the pink will make me think of suicide girls when i pass out. and that's a good thing.