Having just rediscovered that I have this thing again, it’s time to post something. However, having just shown it to K, who may be reading this, I’m faced with a most awkward dilemma. First off, this is the first time I could write about someone and they actually read it (that I know of), secondly, since I spoke to her on IM for a little over an hour, and then spent another 40 minutes reading all sorts of stuff she wrote, she’s kinda on my mind, and that’s just scary to write about her and think she might read it.
In the meantime, this weekend, I finally got some much needed sleep, cleaned up, planned the BFQ, and relaxed. Last night, I made fried chicken – real friend chicken – and although it made quite a mess, it was surprisingly awesome. Danielle and BJ agreed that it kicked ass, and I was pretty pleased myself. I can’t wait to make some of the new recepies I’ve got planned.
I’m still kinda surprised I haven’t heard a peep from A since I went to Jacksonville. Keith asked me about it this weekend and I was completely at a loss for words. On the other hand, J is back in the mix, but for once, this time, I get to be cool about it. See, I’m past all that and I’m not going to get mixed up in that web again. So ha ha.
There really isn’t anything left to say. I’ve absolutely sick and tired of f’ing Ashlee Simpson and her retarded songs. I’m not a very good blogger, and I’m WAY to self-conscious right now to write anything of substance except this funny stream of lyrics going through my head:
Tipsy, fuddled, boozy, groggy, elevated prime did edit her
Hellborn elfchild roadhog mountain fortune hunter man beheaded her
Fat bulk expanse mass lump block clod
Rabid victim martyr stranded level-headed boy you better bend
Soon your luscious honey sugar mellifluous life is gonna end
Fat bulk expanse mass lump block clod
