Look out weekend, here I come.

I love drinking. Too bad I don't have any current pictures of me consuming my favorite alcoholic beverages these days... this one from earlier this year will have to suffice. I guess I've been a bit camera shy lately.

Last night I went out with Leslie, liquor in hand, huge sunglasses, a big blue coat (because motherfuckers it's cold in SF) and a gold sparkly scarf thingy just for comedic effect. The only thing that was missing from my fabulous look would be long slim cigarette a-hanging from my lip, you know one of those capri 120's things. We drove out to pick up Enrique with Lucky (the dog) in tow. She was decked out in a hot pink dog shirt with Yellow trim looking quite stylish. I want to get her a littl boa and some sunglasses but I just know that mutt would eat them and then I'd be pissed. I wasn't going to go out because of my sore fucking calf muscles but I did want to drive out and pick up that fool with Rump Shaka Lesizzle because well we have so much fun in the car. I like to sing pop songs to people in the cars next to me. Dancing around in the car, volume way too loud being entirely too retared. It helps when you've been drinking before. Everything just gets taken to an entirely different level!

After coming back home though I disrobbed, drank some more, was offered half of some pain pill for my legs but the guy didn't know what the base was. opiate? ibuprofen? Aceteminophen? So I declined and focused on watching the Depeche Mode 101 video. Alan was fucking hot, back then now not so much but he's old ya know, so yeah. I've never been a girl to find an old man attractive. I think even five years is just way too old for me. I blame my parents. They are so young! They were like babies raising babies ya know. Plus my dad was a late bloomer, which he passed on to me. Even now in his fiftieth year he could easily pass for 37, 38. And just thinking about this I've noticed that all except for maybe four guys I've ever gone out with have been younger than me. I do love me some boyish good looks. How I do go off on tangents. So yeah I was watching 101 and was thinking about the new DM tour that will be coming my way in the last three months of this year and the Bauhaus tour that will be doing it's California leg (including SF) durring the last week in October and I was just enjoying my relaxing night at home.

This post has no real point except to occupy my time. I have a lot of work on my desk that I need to get doing but I just don't want to right now. And so that's how the story goes.

I've got a brand new bottle of Makers Mark at home with my name all over it...