I have been quite the active chickie for the past few days. Really. I can't remember the last time I spent the entire evening at home. But, I suppose it's good for me to hang out with other people since I've spent a lot of time thinking some rather self destructive thoughts, and it's good to be around people who can notice these sorts of things and talk me down. Yeah, I know, I'm a total crackhead sometimes.

Oh. And Frankie is a racist. He hates me cause I'm black. (No not really. Please don't spam him with hate mail and KKK membership opportunities.)

Went to Elaine's percussion concert last night. Those are always fun. I enjoy her percussion concerts much more then I enjoy her concert band concerts. See, you have to understand, I have the attention span of a goddammed sperm, so I need something that is visually stimulating as well as aurally. That's why I like the percussion concerts. Plus, one of the hottest boys I have ever seen in my entire 22 and 3/4 years is in that group, so, yeah, there's also the eye candy factor.

Afterwards I hooked up with Shana and we went to Bobby McGee's for ladies night with Ida nad a few people she knows. I got this brand new skirt on Tuesday that I am so in love with and decided to test run last night. And, having no comprehension how teensy-weensy it was, I paired it with my hooker boots. I then spent the rest of the night trying to dance and manuver bar stools with out showing my ass. For the most part, I was sucessful, but I know I flashed my ass to the world at least 3 seperate times last night. So I guess it's a good thing that I have not yet completely changed over to all granny panties all the time.

After BMs me and Shana headed over to Denny's cause she was (drunk and) hungry. Had a nice long chat with Shana about somethings that have annoyed me recently. She pretty much just let me ramble and bitch about shit. She's very helpful that way. Love you Shans. After I got home I had a slightly scary dream about how things should be (in reguards to what I was bitching to Shana about), so that when I woke up I had trouble disecting reality from my dream, which kinda sucked. But, what are you gonna do?

OK, I gotta jet, since Tricia is here and wants to go to Wal*Mart. This entry was going to have a point and some direction, but I gotta jet now, so you get what you get. Later days.
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