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Meshell's cat is all looptielooped, curlyqued on the couch. his massive cat-toes are all bunched up and doggie-piled on top of one another.

last night she and i drank epic amounts of beer at everyone's favorite dive. there was drunken photo taking (ask her), zuchinni (sp?) sticks voraciously consumed with record breaking speed, table top make-outs, a sticky note with "vagina" scrawled on it, a stock broker who wanted to rent a helicopter and fly us to mexico, toilet paper shortages, a cute strawberry blond who tried to suck my face off, and a bouncer who looked like bruce willis and gave us 15 dollars for a cab after we told him that we had plans of walking home through vancouver's downtown eastside at three in the morning. after we left the bar, we wandered around chinatown like drunk little vancouver skunks before hailing a cab home. i love her.


i want to go for brunch but missM is still sleeping.
i'm hoping there is beachtime in the cards for later today.

also, big fucken love to Cherry. this girl is amazing -not that you guys weren't already aware. she invites me over for tea and cake -even makes delicious REAL texan iced tea!, takes me out to the museum of anthropology, rents me a bike for critical mass, and all around makes me feel all warm and fuzzy with her cherry-ness.

i have met the most amazing women in vancouver. thank you, SG.

hooray.