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State of the Union: Dreary like the weather
Listening to: Blur by Britney Spears

I know this is going to sound really sad, but I don't really go on many blogs here. I want to venture out and break out of my shell. I want to pop my Vox cherry, if you will. Does any regular Voxer have a favorite blog here they love to go to ?

I stole this from Amy's BookFace page and was outraged.

The BBC believes most people will have only read 6 of the 100 books here.

Instructions:
1) Look at the list and put an 'x' after those you have read.
2) Tally your total at the bottom.
3) Tag others and pass it on.

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen (x)
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien (x)
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte (x)
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee (x)
6 The Bible (x )
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte (x)
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell (x)
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens (x)
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott (x)
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy (x)
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller (x)
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare (x)
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier (x)
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien (x)
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger (x)
19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot (x)
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell (x)
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald (x)
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens (x)
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy (x)
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams (x)
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky (x)
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck (x)
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll (x)
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame (x)
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy (x)
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens (x)
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis (x)
34 Emma - Jane Austen (x)
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen (x)
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis (x)
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini (x)
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden (x)
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne (x)
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell (x)
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown (x)
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez (x)
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery (x)
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood (x)
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding (x)
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan (x)
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen (x)
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens (x)
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley (x)
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez (x)
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck (x)
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas (x)
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac (x)
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy (x)
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding (x)
69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville (x)
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens(x)
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker (x)
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett (x)
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce (x)
76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath (x)
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray (x)
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens (x)
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker (x)
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro (x)
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert (x)
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White (x)
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom (x)
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (x)
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad (x)
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery (x)
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams (x)
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas (x)
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare (x)
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl (x)
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo (x)

72 out of 100. In your face, BBC!! I'm not even counting all the movie versions I watched as well. I am totally kvelling. Yes, I am a nerd. I will admit it....

State of the Union: Smugly Superior (Only six? pssssh!)
Listening to: Horizon by Rachel Yamagata

Just kidding, but that Miley Cyrus song is on. You know which one. Anyway, I stole this from everybody and I'm procrastinating because I should be studying for my Logic test. No matter, how hard I study, I get a C anyway, so why bother?

Anywho......

1. Who was your first love?
Phillip Bays. We were in first grade and I pushed him down and told him he had to be my boyfriend because I said so. He agreed and shared his Pop Rocks with me (Sad how my dating life hasn't evolved much from then, isn't it?).

2. Who was your first kiss and when?
Phillip Bays. I kissed him to say thanks for the Pop Rocks (Yes, LMC, I was putting out, even then).

3. Who was your first prom date?
My senior year, my butthole boyfriend, Anthony, refused to take me, so I went by myself, looked really hot, danced all night with my friends and their dates, and then he picked me up, took me to Bennigans before we went to this seedy motel in Bastrop for a night of passion.

4. Who was your first roommate?
That would be loser non-prom date Anthony.

5. What was your first job?
My first job I actually got paid for was bagging groceries at the grocery store for chump change.

6. What was your first car?
I had a red Neon.

7. When did you go to your first funeral?
My great grandmother's when I was seven.

9. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown?
I was 26. I lived in Las Cruces for a little more than a year and now I'm back in my hometown. I can never leave my mama long term. I don't know how to quit her.

10. Who was your first grade teacher?
I had Mr. Campos for half of the year and then we moved to Oak Hill and I had Ms. Dumas. The funniest part? Mr. Campos was the uncle of nonprom boyfriend Anthony.

11. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?
I went to Montreal with my dad when I was three.

13. Where did you go for your first date and who was it with?
On my first official date that my mom actually knew about? Hmm, I went to dinner and a movie with nonprom boyfriend. In case you didn't get the memo, my mom didn't let me "officially" date until I was 18, no f'ing lie.

14. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with?
Latra Szal. We were 12. We snuck out just to say we did. Oh yeah, and she smoked a cigarette she stole from my nana.

15. Who was your first best friend and are you still friends with them?
Latra was my first girl best friend. She lives here in Austin, I think. I should look her up on Facebook. My first guy best friends were my brother, Brandon, and Gianni.

16. Who was the first person to send you flowers?
Gianni when I was 12. My mom pitched a fit (She was in the middle of her Fundamentalist phase and boys {and foozball} were The Devil).

17. Where did you live the first time you moved out of your parents house?
Off of South Congress and Ben White in Anthony's cousin's house. That was not a good time. We were like Romeo and Juliet, rebelling against our disapproving parents and you know how those clowns ended up....

18. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day?
Julie

19. Who's wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or a groomsmen?
I have been a bridesmaid 22 times. The first time was when I was 16 when my friend's sister, Ashley, got knocked up and the shot gun put in a cameo appearance....

20. What is the first thing you do in the morning?
Roll over and go back to sleep because I'm normally having a good dream about a hot guy wearing some type of uniform.

WTH is up with that last question? We're strolling down memory lane and then you ask me what I do in the morning. Random much.......

State of the Union: Befuddled at that last bit
Listening to: Joey by Concrete Blonde (All this high school stuff got me nostalgic).

I was a grade A lush this weekend. I don't know how my liver is still functioning. There's nothing like being up until three in the morning, drunk off your ass on champagne, messing with guy's emotions on Craig's List. My head hurt so bad the next day, but it was worth it. Anywho, I probably shouldn't put this up, but I *have* to. On Friday, my friend and I were trying to outdo each other with gross pics from casual encounters: I'm talking small penises, women with junk everywhere (not just their trunk), etc. She'd send me gross ones from her city and I'd send her some from mine. Anyway, this dude posted this:  

[B]http://austin.craigslist.org/cas/1043799418.html [/B]

I had a good time laughing at him. Fueled by the champagne, I sent him a nice lovely email that said, "With your little ass in the air, all in the prone position, it makes me want to sing: You're so gay. You probably think this song is about you. You're so gay...." Now, it seems really silly, but it was hilarious at the time, especially since A) I was drunk and *everything* was funny, B) my friend and I were singing along at the time and c) he wrote me back with," Whatever, Carly Simon."

So, my friend was scouring in Men for Women because hey, eHarmony charges and CL is free. She found this dude that seemed okay, except he has the Bionic Forehead. He has the Incredible Hulk of Foreheads. It got bigger in each picture he sent. She was worried about how long his response time was taking and I said it was because he was answering other responders and she said that he told her no one else replied, so I, in my infinite deviousness, had her send me the link so I could reply to him. I wrote to him and this is what ensued:

[B]Hey. I saw your CL ad. Before I get all excited, are you real?[/B]

Yes I am for real!  Ok here are my pics...

[I]
****Didn't I tell you? His forehead looks like something out of Alien Nation****[/I]

[B]Has anyone else responded to your ad?[/B]

Yeah a couple people.  
[I]
*****He just told my friend a BLATANT LIE. Here comes Evil Me.........******[/I]

[B]I am in Austin, but I'm moving to L.A. next week. Here's the link to my ad. Tell me if you like what you see.

http://austin.craigslist.org/cas/1043799418.html[/B]

[I]***You already know where that link goes to....*******[/I]

Ummm sorry...was looking for a woman...

[I]**That's right. I made your lying ass look at man ass. hahahahaha*****[/I]

[B]I will be a woman after my trip to Thailand next month. Can we hook up when I get back?[/B]

[I]****Yes, all you Real World watchers know I was letting Katelynn be my guide right about now.*******[/I]

no thanks...good luck with that though.


So, because I was only two bottles of champagne to the wind, I decided to start texting my ex, you know, Naughty Nanny Boy. Yeah...him. hehehe. I asked him if he'd found true love or if he was still searching. Keep in mind, he has an ad up on Craig's List right now looking for an Escort. Think I'm playing?  [B]http://austin.craigslist.org/m4w/1010376974.html[/B]
I'm an English major, Buddy. Analyzing writing styles is my bread and butter.

He said he was still looking and then the cat and mouse game proceeded. I knew he deleted my number. I keep *everyone's* number. That way, on the off chance they don't delete yours and they try to call you, you'll already know who it is and know not to answer. I told him that we had dated and we'd had an altercation and we don't speak anymore (all true, right?). We went back and forth and he kept trying to figure out how he knew me. He couldn't pin down who I was (that's what happens when you f--- over multiple women) so he asked why we fought and I told him that he was a little upset with me when he found out I had been born a man.

Time out. Men: If someone told you this, would you keep texting about this or would you squash it and not reply? Me, too, but not this assclown. He kept mixing it up with me trying to get me to tell him who I was. He kept trying to say I had the wrong person, but I called him out by his real name, remarked on him having red hair, and the coup de grâce, asked him did he still try to pass off positions he learned in yoga class as sexual positions he invented. I am in hysterics by this point, because no matter what craziness I put out there, he kept fricking responding! He even tried to call me! Who honestly would call? Who?!?!?!?

I wouldn't answer, so then he tried to call private like I was stupid enough to answer. So then, he texted me back and put, "Why didn't you answer? Are you scared?" I told him, "Can't answer because I'm giving a hand job right now." ANY sane person would have just stopped at that point, if not earlier. Not this assclown. He tells me to call him when I'm done. WTH?!?!?  Common sense should have told him I was lying because how am I too busy giving a handjob to answer, but I can still manage to text? Come on, now. By this point, my friend and I are in tears laughing and I had snorted champagne through my nose like twice.

Now this fool keeps calling me private, hoping I'll answer the phone so he can figure out who I am. It's been three days, Buddy, give it up. This is my punishment, but it cheered up my friend immensely and it kept us from feeling bad for staying home on a Friday night, so I'll keep sending his annoying calls straight to voicemail.

Marlena would say that this is what I get for dating a redhead in the first place....

State of the Union: Still hungover
Listening to: America's Suitehearts by Fall Out Boy

I stolded this from NysaK on BookFace.

A - Allergies: Grass, trees, pollen, mold, pet dander, marijuana...there's like 50 more.

B - Bed size: Full. I sleep alone.

C - Chore you hate: Vacuuming

D - Dad's Name: Which one? My mama's been married four times. Myron, Gary, John, Earl.

E - Essential start-your-day item: Juice

F - Favorite actor(s): Uhhh...Aidan Turner on All My Children and Johnny, Lucky, and Nikolas on General Hospital. I don't care about their acting skills. They're just hot.

G - Gold or silver: Silver

H - Height: 5'5 and 3/4"

I - Instruments you play(ed): Tone deaf. Wait, do my finger cymbals for belly dancing count?

J - Job title: Ruler of the Universe

K - Kid(s): Yeah, other people's.

L - Living arrangements: I live in a swank pimp pad solo.

M - Mom's name: Rubie.

N - Nicknames: Dee Dee Dynamite, Dynamite, Dee (I hate it when people call me that), Deeds (only old old friends use that one), Auntie Dee Dee, Heinous Bitch.

O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: Car wreck, every time my mum or nana went into the hospital,

P - Pet peeve(s): People eating off my plate, people wearing my clothes or shoes, people touching my stuff, dumb people, stalker people...the list goes on forever

Q - Quotes you like: "Shit, Bitch. You is fine."

R - Right- or left-handed: Right, but left for certain things

S - Sports you played: football, tennis, lacrosse, badmitton, softball

T - Time you wake up: 10:00 a.m

WTH? Where's U?

V - Vegetable you dislike: Okra, limp zucchini, squash without Velveeta

W - Ways you run late: Waiting for other people.

X - X-rays you've had: Teeth, hand, breasts, chest, head

Y - Yummy food you make: Everything I make is nummy goodness, but I do make my spaghetti sauce from scratch.

Z - Zodiac: I don't believe in it, but I'm a Libra.

State of the Union: Friday! Friday! Friday!
Listening to: It's Friday, I'm in Love by the Cure  (Funny. I *only* listen to this song on Fridays) 

It does. I'm a nerd and I'm saying. I know, I know. They're going to take away my Nerd membership card. Classes are seriously difficult. I've actually had to study this semester. OMG. Honestly, I can't remember the last time I had to do that. These teachers are smoking some crack. I haven't had a single multiple choice test all semester. They actually require me to *know* the information and not just make an educated guess based on the options available. What's up with that?

Seriously, though. My Logic class is kicking my ass. I now know that I am not a linear thinker. I don't think it matters if I take the scenic route as long as I get to the point, but my professor begs to differ. I think this class started out with like 150 people and we're down to 17. That's right, seventeen. Flipping quitters. Grrrr.....

Our professor posted the grades. Out of the 17 people left, only 4 people passed the first test. Four. One person got a low B. Three people got a C. Everyone else failed. Failed miserably. I am a nerd. I pride myself on being a nerd. I embrace my nerdiness.

I've never been so happy to make a C in all my life.....

State of the Union: Gratitude (I passed!!!!!!)
Listening to: What About Now by Daughtry

I shouldn't be blogging right now. I should be studying for the two tests I have tomorrow. I can't focus on anything. It's the one year anniversary of my nana going up yonder. I bet she's trying to run things in Heaven and she and the Lord are about to get into a fist fight. I can see it happening.

I miss my wrinkly little Pocahontas.

So, to distract myself, and for lack of anything worth writing about that isn't sad or depressing, here are a couple of pics from Carolina's birthday party at Grüv.

That's Carolina, Myself and Vanessa. Amy hasn't posted the pictures on her camera yet. She has some *good* blackmail material. Let's just say I will NEVER be able to run for President and leave it at that.....

That's all of us and Julie. We had V.I.P. and bottle service. Sweet!

Here's some picks Vanessa's birthday at Qua (Yes, the club they wouldn't let her into a week ago).

Me with the Birthday Girl.

Carolina, Amy, Vanessa, Julie and Myself. Yes, we travel in packs.

Julie and Myself. Everyone else was dropping it like it was hot on the dance floor. We were wearing ho shoes, so we were taking a "foot break."

Whatever ass clown took this picture was obviously tore up.

The crew. We totally shut it down that night. Ain't a stain on me.....

These are from Kick Butt Belly Dance at Kick Butt Coffee in January:

Sonya Taft, a.k.a. The Taftinator. I am her groupie. I'm a Taftinette.

Skinny showed up for the show. So did Lyle, but that's a separate entry.

My nana made the blouse and the skirt as two of my Hanukkah presents. I will be taking this picture to my doctor to illustrate that her drugs ain't workin.' Look at my distended belly.

Cody showed up and brought his niece. She's really pretty.

I took the picture as Alana was trying to pull her veil off so she could show her costume. The picture was an accident, but it looked cool anyway.

The shows are all improv. We have no idea what rhythms we're getting. During the second part, we do duets and people in the audience scream out themes. People were getting cool themes. I ended up having to dance with Colleen (very eccentric) and her dumb ass friends screamed out, "Harry Potter Gypsy Wenches." All I can say it What. The. F--k.  Really. I had to dance to that crap.

The next series of pictures are from Sonya and Helene's improv. They got "Spontaneous Combustion." They're dancing along like smurfs in the village.

Then, they get the news that a meteor shower is coming and chunks are falling from the sky. She started beating those out on the tables with her zills.
She was screaming and yelling and beating her finger cymbals simultaneously and I thought I was going to have a stroke because I was sitting on the floor and my head was *inches* away from where she was beating on the table.

Then, imagine her going quiet and playing normally. Imagine being all lulled and soothed, and then you hear this Greek lady from Jersey scream, at the top of her lungs,"ASTEROID!" No matter how loud you imagine, it's not *nearly* as loud as she screamed it. Trust me.

Yes, she really was kissing her belly as they said their final goodbyes.

This was right before the end and they went up in a cloud of smoke and ash.  I'm not doing this justice. It was awesome.



Colleen and the Taftinator. See? Belly dancers keep it gangsta.

State of the Union: Sad
Listening to: God is Trying to Tell You Something from the Color Purple.

I wrote this really great entry about Julie's 28th Birthday that I christened "Wino 2009," but in continuation of the craphole that is my life, cyberspace decided to eat it. So, you're getting the abbreviated picture book version.

Here's the birthday girl with her husband Mario. I'm his other wife. lol.

This is Vanessa, Amy, and Myself. I think they told us to look serious. I was seriously scoping out our hot server.

Julie, Amy, Myself, and Melody. We're all card holding members of the Big Knockers Club.

Vanessa, Julie, Amy and Myself. Julie literally fell in our laps a second before that picture snapped.

Vanessa and Myself. We're card holding Britney Spears fans!

Dude. Are Ebony and Ivory not some hot bitches or what?

When winos go bad....yes, she really did lick her, and yes, Vanessa really was that grossed out.

Booty bumping at Grüv. Get down on it!

Us at Grüv. I love these two girls. They rode me up and down every parking garage on 4th street looking for my car until 3:00 in the morning without complaining. If these aren't good friends, then I don't know what is.

Can you tell how happy we are that we got our differences worked out? We promised not to let anyone get in our ears with nonsense and come in between us again. I know who I can count on. I know who I can depend on. I know who my best friend is. Ebony and Ivory ride again. I feel like I should be singing that "Reunited" song.  

State of the Union: Happy
Listening to: You Found Me by the Fray

In case you haven't seen my My Space, Facebook, or Twitter page, my car got stolen on Friday night. Not broken into. Stolen. My car. Mine. My Hyundai Elantra. It's not like I drive a Mercedes or a Lexus or anything. I have a beater Elantra with 15 more payments on it. My car got stolen from downtown Austin. From a parking garage. I could understand if it was parked on the street or in some shady alley, but a parking garage?!??! Seriously?

I was downtown celebrating Julie's birthday. We went to Cork and Co. Yes, I was in a wine bar. No worries, though, because you know I didn't drink any of that crap. Everyone kept laughing because I kept declining glasses saying," No thanks, I don't like moldy grapes." I had two glasses of champagne. Then we went to Qua where the asshole doorguy wouldn't let my friend Vanessa in. He kept saying that she was violating the dress code (she was wearing jeans, a black dress shirt, high heel sandals, and a gray jacket) but he would never come out and say what the violation was. Basically, he was discriminating against her because she's a bigger gal, but he didn't want to say it because he didn't want to get sued. Julie was livid and went off on him because we had just celebrated Vanessa's birthday like two weeks before there and she was wearing the same outfit she wore that night.

We ended up at Grüv. I only had one gin and tonic and a woo woo shot. I also got felt up on the cool by this hot redhead in the bathroom, but that's typical. We ended up in the V.I.P. section dancing and being stupid. Some black dude comes up where Julie and I are dancing, takes my hand and then says," Are you guys up for fucking?" *screech* Say wha? I jerked my hand back and said,"Absolutely not." Then the asshole had the nerve to get mad and say, "Well, I wasn't really talking about you since you're overweight." Scuze me, honey, but seeing as you were looking me in the eye and holding my fucking hand, who the hell else could you possibly be talking to? Me, being the evil bitch I am, just laughed and told him," I'm smaller than the bitch you walked in here with." (Judging by the look on his face, it *had* to be his sister or his first cousin. He looked like he wanted to Ike Turner me). I looked him up and down and told him I don't like dark meat and I gave up ugly boys when I turned 25. He slunk off like the maggot he is. Then, as we're leaving, I see him talking to some coked out blond chick with the darkest roots ever and the ugliest outfit in creation. I know he saw me laughing at him because I did it ALL in his face.

We were walking through downtown and passed this girl that had a guy in front of her and a guy behind and I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard him say,"Maybe we can get some double penetration action." That girl looked like she was a little high, but completely turned on by the idea. I bet her ass is mighty sore today. We went to Vanessa's SUV and then she took me to go to my car, except my car wasn't there. We kept driving up and down the whole garage and it wasn't there. We retraced my steps that night and she and Julie insisted on checking all the neighboring garages, but I know me. I'm a creature of habit. I park my car in the same garage every time I go out. I just assumed it got towed or something. I called the tow company like four times. It didn't even dawn on me until 8 a.m. the following morning that someone actually stole my car. Like I said, I drive an Elantra. Who would honestly steal my car?

My mom flipped out. My dad was shocked like me. An ELANTRA, People! The police came to file a report (that officer was totally hot!!!!!) and, when I told him what kind of car I had, even *he* rolled his eyes and said I'd get my car back eventually. He thinks some teenage asswipes are joy riding in it and it'll turn up. I ended up having to get a rental car that guzzles gas and I am just not happy. One of the belly dancing skirts my nana made me for Hanukkah was in my trunk and my iPod was hooked up to my stereo. I was going to get an iPod touch anyway, so I'm not mad about that, but I'm PISSED because my Britney Spears remix cd was in the cd player and I had to practically give away my first born to get one of my deejay friends to make it for me, so I'm livid about that. Everyone has remarked on how not angry I am about this. I don't know. I should be mad, but I feel strangely detached. I'm more pissed off about my c.d.

If your cousin stole my car, please tell him to leave it on the side of the highway so the popos can get it and I can turn this rental car in. He can keep the stereo and the iPod, but tell your cousin that he'd better return my belly dance skirt and he'd *definitely* better return my c.d. or else I'm going to break his fucking face.

State of the Union: Flabbergasted (A flipping ELANTRA)
Listening to: If You Seek Amy by Britney Spears