minotaur

i'm really tired, but i'm being a little trooper and writing just for laney. well of course you can read this too, but she was complaining that i had missed a day a little while back.

so tonight i went to the YFC potluck as my mom's date. it went pretty good. i had a fun time with my mom we talked and joked about my weed stash. hahaha. joking with your mom about drugs is really great. i think it surprised her but thought it was funny because she knew it wasn't true. although, she has no idea i'm such an expert on weed. which is remarkable since i've never actually used it before but i'm sure i've accidentally inhaled in a hot box before... oh my goodness how did i get on to this topic. and why don't i stop talking... argh, now i feel a need to explain myself. ok, fine. my last boyfriend was a chronic pothead. there i admitted it. oh my goodness, why can't i stop myself?!?!?! its like "OH NO! THIS PARACHUTE IS A BACKPACK!"

argh, things are going good. except the Y has been closed all week as a result of a broken watermain. i'm jonesing for a workout. i'm gonna try and squeeze one in tomorrow, but i'm gonna be pretty swamped preparing for the living room xmas party. i'm looking forward to it. i think it'll be fun, but i'm also nervous that it might be a flop. well i guess i'll just try my best.

that's enough for today. inspite the fact its not a very long entry i still feel i said more than i should have. well i guess i wear my life on my face, my sleeve and my blog.

i'm not sorry i met you. i'm not sorry it's over.