I feel ridiculously accomplished for having cleared out all (five) of my email inboxes yesterday, and for also finally logging into facebook after weeks and weeks and week of not doing it because I had forgotten the password (and because I don't really care for that site, much).

Turns out it still blows.

As you may have already deduced, there's not a whole lot to report. Saw a great, great show by Black Joe Lewis & Lucero. The night was only partially marred by Stacy's phone getting snatched, and my subsequent (and totally stupid) chase after the guy. I didn't get it back, but I did manage to run 5 blocks and hop one fence (in a denim mini skirt, gimmie points!). Oh, and make my friend worry that I might be dead. I managed to do that, too. See how much fun I am to be around, people?

Later that week I spent quality time at the beach, with another friend, and our pups, and got yet another tattoo since I'm on a mission to get disowned and permanently place myself in a lower earned income bracket.

I mentioned all of these things on twitter (shout-out to my followers! Don't you love getting the same information twice? Holla!) which leads me to believe my life does not generate enough content for the plethora of social networking sites to which I belong.

Am probably spot-fucking-on with that one.

Oh, hey, wait! I thought of something I didn't twitter/myspace/facebook/plinky about! I got accidentally totally really super drunk on Tuesday (ok, yes, I did twitter that, but not what it led to ->) and hit on a gay guy who CAN YOU BELIEVE IT totally shot me down.

So, that was fun.

Anyways, sorry for the lack/duplication of content, I don't know what's up with me this week. Things are swell, it's just that I've fallen into a bit of a pattern of partyin' like a motherfucker > getting very little sleep > going to work > hating life because I'm so so so so tired which is a really lame thing to complain about but I don't let that stop me > going home and passing out for 12 hours straight > feeling fine and well rested the next day which without fucking fail leads me to believe it's time to get the party started...again.

It's a vicious, vicious (and only slightly awesome) cycle which is not really conducive to creativity. Or putting letters together to make words to make sentences.

AS YOU CAN SURELY TELL.

Cheers.