Hey, Good Luck! Also...I Promise I'll Be Done With This Series At Some Point

Today started out meh. I say just "meh," because I woke up with that weird feeling that I had a lot to get accomplished, and then just felt sorta blah all day and puttered around a bunch at work, running errands, and trying to write, but didn't really accomplish anything real.

Then, early this evening, I called a friend that I just recently got back in touch with. I'll be creative and call this person RA (as I think I've already done before on this blog. I'm really good with the annonyminity thing). We laughed a shit-ton while on the phone, 'cause that's just how we roll. While we were chatting and laugh-laugh-laughing, I was cleaning out a box that my mom had given me (we're packing up her house to move. I may have mentioned). Inside the box, I find an envelope simply marked "2004." I openend it, freaked out by what I might find (oddly, my brain went immediately to tax papers or some shit. I have no idea why). What was in there, though, was $300 in fucking ciz-ash! Boo-yah!

This is remarkable on its own merit, however, it was made even moreso by the fact that a few zillion years ago, I was on the phone with RA another time, and I found $100. So, see, this time was better. So RA, if you're reading, I looooooooove you, and, as Boy said "you guys need to talk on the phone more often." I missed you a wholebunch. Ask anyone.

ANYWAY, here's another in the kid-me series. I can't figure out how to put it straight, and I kind of don't care that much. Tilt your head and read it, it'll be fine. Good for your neck muscles.

This one's a two-parter. And entirely true. She still hates mice to a rediculous degree. I think it's a family trait. Also note my overuse of the word "well."



Be well, readers.

Not x365, Part II

#4 We had Bon Jovi concerts in the kitchen of the restaurant...the one we ran in NOLA. The concerts consisted of this: waiting until the restaurant closed, turning up the Bon Jovi casette very loudly, drinking splits of crap champagne, dancing around the kitchen, and scream-singing into plastic spatulas. We also had a version of these concerts that we would give at your house, except we usually drank wine, then, instead of champagne. When "Tiny Dancer" came on, we would cry. Your ex-husband would get annoyed when we did this. We lied to him constantly about how much we drank. You housed me when I was homeless, you employed me when I was unemployed. You lent me scratch when I had none. You let me stay in your apartment when you weren't there. I recently lost touch with you and suspect this is my fault. I miss you.

#5 YOU ARE INCREDIBLE!


#6 I recently learned of a mental condition from Law and Order, SVU. Those with this condition think that they are in a romantic relationship, while their supposed "partner" is left completely unaware. I think you have that. Remember when I was your girlfriend? I know you do, but I don't. Remember when you got really mad at that guy I fooled around with, and threw an ashtray at him in the middle of my bar shift? Remember when you told him "stay away from my girlfriend?" I honestly had no idea you were talking about me. Do you know how crazy that is? You're married now, and I must admit, this shocks me. You've proposed to a lot of people. Congrats, though, you seem to be happy.