my new boyfriend

tonight is my farewell karaoke party, as I prophesized would happen. the only problem is that now I have to make good on all my threats to sing journey.

you guys are goin' down.

with ear hemorrhaging.

and then maybe I'll try and put this song behind me, it's been in my head for months.

it's the "no kristyns" club

me: well smelly

14:13 Alex: Yes?

me: I got nothin'

should there be a "what the fuck are you doing back here?" party?

14:14 Alex: Or a "welcome back from the booneys" party

me: I like something more hostile

like "who let you in here?

14:15 Alex: Hmmmm

14:17 "get off of my couch" party?

14:18 me: "oh great, YOU'RE here"

14:19 Alex: No, I hear that one too much even when the party is for me

one shift to go. oh man my face is anxious about the future.

THEY LEMONADE IS WHAT IS HAPPENIN YO

working nights = not posting so much. but I can see that even though it's only the 8th there is an average of two posts for every day of july, so far. so my previous posting diarrhea will have to make up for this week's dry spell.

I'm somewhere in the middle of my last four shifts in brandon. I received a bunch of chocolate as a going-away gift from a coworker, one who knows me well. it will be gone inside half an hour of opening the bag. I also got called a bitch the other night, first time I think. pretty good for having done this job for four years, it's a high-strung enough area that eventually everyone gets called names. for the record, I was not being particularly bitchy at that moment, so it made me laugh.

bathtub hero

adam will not be outdone by my bathtub glamour shots. which means shit's going to get weird when I start posting bellydancing glamour shots.

that funky soap holding thing looks, from the corner of your eye, like a glass of wine. I would expect such class from adam and his hair.