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I love weekends like this.
That's right, because it was fucking AWESOME.
Spent Friday just relaxing. Haven't done that in ages. Read a book, slept a bit, just had time to myself...didn't know what to do with most of it, but it was good anyways.
Spent all day Saturday (minus the two hours it took to get across town because people can't figure out that Rainbow is closed but there is like 12 other streets that cross south - north) at the theatre. Got the black box painted, all the costumes moved, finished my set (except for the paint) and then had a movie nite with Stephen.
Spent all day sunday painting the main theatre black (I'm a techie..I see a white wall and I want it painted black), picked up some furniture for my set, finished costumes, finished props...

AND THEN...

ERK!

Remembered it was Heather's birthday. EEp!

Pulled some awesome gifts out of my ass, bought some liquor & showed up right after the first quarter of the stupid bowl. Oh wait, I meant super. It was great. Someone played & won...we we're shit faced off Strawberry Smirnoff, Hypnotiq & Pucker by the time one of the fucking Beatles came on...and I think there was a whole period when me, Heather & her sister we're having a frosting fight with Heather's birthday cake...all I remember is suddenly having to scrape chocolate frosting off my contact lens.

So here I sit, it's fucking Monday, which blows...but I have a good week ahead of me.

Jeff comes home the 12th & he'll have some other Marine & his g/f with him...and we're all going to Flogging Molly. Why? Because they fucking rule & we want to get fucked up.

In other news...like four random friends popped into my life this week & all had random Seth stories...which made me remember..I haven't talked to him since like...um Thanksgiving.

FAAAAS-

SIN-

ating.

(Not really).

People should catch a clue. I don't answer when you call because I DON'T CARE. Just like I TOLD you, the last time you called. Man, people in Vegas are quick...like dead bunnies on the highway.