schadenfreude

I fled to the cool and temperate confines of Flagstaff this weekend. It was nice. Cool. Rainy. Pine trees. Mountains. I drank a fair amount of beer and purchased expensive pickles at the farmers market. It was chill. I was just happy they had Old Style in cans, but shit it was expensive! ($2.50 a can, if I remember correctly?!)

Then I had to go to court Monday. For my massive speeding ticket. The judge was cranky and did not feel an ounce of sympathy for me, clearly, because I left with the full $300 fine for speeding >85 mph PLUS $100 for not having a current copy of my registration in the car. Bitch! Whatever. I am so much in debt, $400 more means nothing to me. Hence and therefore, I will continue to speed.

I just got home from my co-worker Spanky's house. I have such weird chemistry with him. It is most weird to interact with his long term girlfriend knowing that he cheated on her with me, but alas... he said they are moving in together, and I said something snotty. Who cares. That is definitely long done with. Before I went to his place, I saw my friend, who is moving to CA to be with her girlfriend within the month, yet is not going to seek a formal divorce from her husband (to keep him as backup in case the pussy doesn't work out, yo)... what the fuck ever, I will just continue to bless my relatively simple life.

It's been a scarily quiet week, autopsy-wise. I keep waiting for the shit to hit the fan...