valexis

As the holiday madness begins to fade into a drunken blur, work once again seizes hold of my every last freaking breath. What I had considered to be sweet 6th graders after 2 weeks away, I'm now remembering why I love my summers off.

But it's cool, as long as I have my little Gabino, who looks just like a cute little Oompa-Loompa, my smile will last. His cheeks are just so chubby, it's hard to hold back the urge to pinch them.

I painted my place this weekend, it took forever, but looks nice. Friends came over for a painting party, but after all was said and done, they didn't really do shit.

Let's see, I'll break it down:

1. Adam got f-ed up and acted like an ass Friday after drinking too much. Drank out of a pinot bottle on our "out-for-no-occasion-but-dressed-like-we-have-one" night.

He never showed up but did apologize the next day.

2. Cousin came but got high right away. After about an hour, became useless.

3. Dave (high school ex and now best friend) and Cousin spent more time flirting on the porch than anything else (although he made a kick ass spanikopita).

4. the 2 lovebirds hit it on my living room floor.

Basically, they suck because i want some damn nookie and . . .

they suck.