sugarpill

It's been a crazy bunch of days.

Saturday night we hooked up with some friends and acted like high school kids. I can't remember everything we did. We went out to eat, sushi and such. Then to a wine bar. Then cruising around town. Then ice cream, sitting on the curb in the parking lot eating huge sundaes. Making out with the lover. What's better than ice cream and making out? Then, I don't know. Somehow we all ended up back at our place, drinking more wine and Bacardi Vanila + colas and playing Asshole. And then our friends left and we had drunken worn out sex, and then MORE drunken worn out sex. I don't think I need to mention that I slept like the DEAD that night.

Sunday we went biking. That was good and healthy. 15 something miles.

And today, well, today I was so psyched up for my frist day at my new job that I was up before my alarm went off. Sixty thirty in the morning. I got to work and they just proceeded to make me so glad I'd gotten the job. Flat panel monitor, baby. Oh yeah. They took me out to LUNCH. Around 2 I started losing all my adrenalin and passing out, but I survived. Thunder, lightning, and torrential rainfall on the way home. You know that weird feeling you get when you're driving TOWARD bolts of lightning that arc across the whole sky? Yeah. Before I'd even gotten home I knew I was going back out. So I grabbed my camera and went out to take some cool pictures of the sun behind the clouds.

And here I am, tired as fuck, telling you all about it.