I be up in the gym...

Get ready to gag like Deep Throat 6 when I tell you the cutest thing ever...Ezra joined the gym with me! I have a purdy hard time getting motivated to do anything except run at the gym so it is now awesome that I have someone to do other stuff with. Ezra is really trying to get healthier i.e. not eat so much processed shit and cut down on the meat/up the veggies. This rules. We are going to work out a regime to get us it tippity toppity shape. Now we can finally start swinging and not be embarrassed of our figures!

Anywho... things are going ok. At least nothing has been stolen from me in the past week. My best/worst friend Acey Ace is coming to visit me. Like all of my closest friends, he brings out the worst in me. I forsee a weekend packed with assholisms and alcohol. I couldn't ask for anything more!

I am jobless at this point. This sucks, but I'm not too pressed right now. School is kicking my butt! I have no free time. I have to memorize 200 drugs and their uses AND figure out all of these unknown pathogens. I haven't even started nursing school yet!

Alas, I must be off to get a Hepatitis shot. Yuck.

Keep it horny!

Something Filthy This Way Comes

Ok, so is it really true that bad things come in threes? Can it be possible that a person is cursed? Was I, Theresa Wolff, cursed in my past life? I don't know, but I DO know that I have the best, worst luck of anyone I have ever met. So, here are the threes:

1. My car got sideswiped by some drunk Mexican whilst I was at work. This happened right before Xmas and I had to pay the 500 dollar deductible. That is over and fixed and long gone.

2. My purse and gym bag got stolen from my fucking house, but I got all my shit back minus 20 bucks and a Barnes and Noble gift card. The rest of my shit was found in the park.

3. While having an amazing time dancing to 60s and 70s soul at the Beauty Bar, my car got broken into. My shitty book of burnt cds was stolen as was my school bag and gym bag (again). It fucking sucked. I couldn't even cry. But, as to every shitty thing that happens to me, it turned out to be not so shitty. I got a call from my gym who got a call from a recycling center close to the place where my bag was stolen saying the bag was dropped off in front of their facility and they have my stuff! Turns out all that was stolen was a book of cds that were mostly Ezra's and my pencil case. My life is too weird.

Everything else is going ok, weird, but ok. The new puppy is amazing. Now I gots ta go look for a better jobby job.

Sea of Love

I saw Juno last night. It rocked. My parents are here right now. Kind of gives me anxiety. I have my first Microbiology test tomorrow. Freaked as fuck. Karen is coming next week. Rules my school.

My purse got stolen. From my house. Someone just walked right in and took it while 3 of us were home. It was found in the park with my wallet and calculator missing. I only had 20 bucks in there and was fully relieved that my 100+ dollars of MAC makeup was in there still. I will stab a motherfucker for some makeup. I'm really freaked out though.

I gotta go. Life is bizarre right now. Good, but bizarre. Will elaborate at a later date.

Mooshes.

In the Valley of the Wolffs

Wowie, what a whirlwind of a month since I blogged last. Let's start with Christmas Eve, when the 4 house mates plus Ryan Holeman decided it would be a "good" idea to go to three sushi place in one day. I was FULLY against this, as my stomach does not do well eating large quantities of food at one time. I am better grazing throughout the day. It's hard to describe the madness, but all was well upon going home and watching Die Hards all night long.

New Years Eve: The Most Amazing Night of my Life

Trust that I WILL be posting pictures up as soon as I can find my camera's cord.

This night began with me thinking that I had to work. I went in and it was dead, so I got to go home! When I arrived at the house, Ezra told me to hurry up and look cute, we are going to an amazing gay man's house for a party. You can imagine my joy. I love fabulous gays. We met up with Kimber and Eric at their awesome house and drank Kiera Knightly's favorite drink, Pink champagne. Kimber and Eric are awe-inspiring people. Kimber is absolutely GORGEOUS, dressing straight out of the 60s in L.A. She wears fabulous jewelry and is just beautiful. Eric loves horror movies and everything else cool, so it was only natural that the first time we hung out it was on our last night in town. Go figure. Anywho, we sipped champagne, popped a couple benzodiazapines and headed out to my future husbands house.

When I get there, I swear I stop breathing for a moment...this man lives in a Morroccan-style home and the walls are plastered with paintings and photos of HIM and him only (although I did stumble upon a Joan Collins biography, Le Sigh). I've never felt like I've belonged anywhere more in my entire life. I realized my life's goal. I was meant to be a beard. I would be utterly happy being some beautiful gay man's wife and never having sex with my own husband. Alas, this dream must be put on hold for right now because I am pretty happy with Ezra at this point. So, the party is all decked out with sushi, fresh fruits, nuts and an open bar. I shoved some Sophia Coppola champagne cans into my bag, so I was set up for the rest of the night. The last thing I remember is going up on his roof and stealing his highly expensive bedspread and wearing it as a cape. This was midnight. We stayed until 2:30. Ezra tells me that I threw up in his 14 carot gold sink twice and he had to scoop it out with his hands. I also made everyone in the party show me their private parts. I was "out of hand". I have never blacked out before and it is a very weird feeling when someone is showing you pictures of yourself doing things that you can't remember doing. I was trying to get people to make out and do various other sexual acts in front of me. Some actually did them. Jeez. Needless to say, this night was amazing and beat every other New Years Eve's that I had ever had.

Now we are pretty well settled into our humble abode in Austin. Living here has made me not so hopeless about my life. We have visitors coming almost every week for the next three months. That rules. I can't believe Karen is coming. Everything is coming up just peachy! Thanks for hanging in there with me.

Shake Dat Ass Bitch!

I'm pretty doggone happy right about now. This is new for me. I haven't been truly happy in approx. 1 year. Thanks San Antonio! Things are most definitely looking more lovely as time progresses. Here are some new things to look forward to in the life of little Terry Liz:


1) Ryan Holman comes to visit tomorrow. Yes, he and Ezra are the most annoying people alive, but I will take any human contact right about now. Ezra and I need this.

2) We got a house in Austin! It is a 3 bedroom on the East side of Austin right across from a brand new public library! My life has most certainly come full circle. I grew up living across the street from a public library and that simple thing has molded me into the bookworm, nerd I am today. I used to spend hours there, perusing the shelves reading books about the Elephant Man and Harry Houdini. Everything I loved when I was 8 I still love. I can also walk to school from this house. Another lifelong dream fulfilled.

3) I will be entering nursing school in the fall if everything goes well. This means more to me than anything in the whole universe.

4) I will be traveling to the City of Brotherly Hate in less than a month to visit my dearest, bestest, prettiest friend in the world. I will be whole again once I am in the company of Angie and we are stoned, eating, farting, and shopping. Dancing too. That is the best thing ever.

I hope none of these dreams plummet to their death in the next month or so. If they do, trust me, you'll know.

MOOSH!

FTW

I am so sick of my life I want to scream. IfuckinghateSanAntonio more than anyone could ever hate anything ever. I am so miserable. Does anyone know what it's like to not have any friends for almost a year??? It fucking sucks. When I go shopping, it's alone, when I watch stupid girl shows, it's alone. When I go to eat, it's alone. I can't stand this shit anymore. I feel like crying all day today. I had a wonderful birthday, got a 96 on my Anatomy and Physiology final, a 100 on my government final, and a 100 on a Chemistry quiz, but none of that seems to matter to me. I miss my mother, I miss my friends, I miss my cousin...dare I say, I miss OHIO. Texas is not all it's cracked up to be. Was it ever cracked up in the first place? What does that even mean??? UGH. I AM SO SICK OF THIS SHIT. I'm really losing it. Like right now. I just yelled at Ezra for seriously no reason at all. He left mad, I'm alone with absolutely NOTHING to do for the entire day. I don't want to go shopping, I want to hang out with somebody that actually gets me. If I didn't have anything to to in the morning, I would just go to Austin right now and fucking, I don't even know...JUST GET OUT OF HEREEREREEjklfoakls.


Greg died 2 years ago yesterday.

I'm getting old as fuck.

I smell because I haven't showered in 3 days.

My back and arms hurt from working out.

I just want to cry my eyes out.

I need a valium.

My dog keeps farting.

I don't know what to do with myself.

There is nothing on TV. No movies to watch. Not hungry.

WHAHDHHAHHAHHHAHAHAHA.

Kill me.

Crapsgiving!

I hope everyone had a vondervul holiday weekend. Mine was uneventful. That is a very good thing. Wednesday was relatively busy at work and I awoke Thursday with excitement and slobbering with anticipation of the feasting Ben and I were about to partake in. We had reservations at Green for their vegetarian Thanksgiving buffet! Here is a picture in all it's gluttonous glory.
The meal was the usual sides and faux meat. It was fabulous though. The yams were scrumptious and everything was perfectly seasoned. I didn't even need any salt! That, my friends, is a Thanksgiving miracle in and of itself. Ben couldn't wait to dive in, as you can see in Exhibit A.

Seriously, it rocked my vegan socks.

It was Ezra's first year cooking a turkey and he did very well. Despite a little bit of tomfoolery.

After we ate, we relaxed, watched the new Futurama movie (sooooo good), watched Mean Girls, and did absolutely nothing but be fat lazy pigs. Life was grand.

I don't have much else to report on except that I went to Steve and Barry's to buy the dress from the latest Project Runway for the Sarah Jessica Parker line. It was adorable and only 19.98! I would put a picture up, but I can't find a good one. I also got like 2 bags of stuff for 100$.

Dat's about it...finals week is almost here and then, perhaps, I will have a life again.

Aye Bay Bay

I am somewhere between a nervous breakdown and a not give a fuck meltdown. Figuring out my future is the most difficult thing that has plagued me since 1999. Nothing works to my advantage when it comes to school. NOTHING. I can never just do something smoothly, it always has to suck. I have to get a Hepatitis B shot to get into nursing school and I can't find a fucking place that will do it that is not in the most ghetto of ghettos. Austin Community College has a more difficult entrance process than fucking Harvard. I am getting A's and would be welcomed with open arms to any nursing program if I could just finish my prereqs. FUCKING BULLSHIT.

Whew. On a darker note, I really had a good weekend. I didn't have too much studying to do, so I was able to catch up on Gossip Girl (my substitute for the O.C.), Intervention, and the Roseanne season 9 DVD that just came out. I really love losing myself in a t.v. series that helps me not think about juxtamedullary nephrons and bicarbonate ions. I also really love my boyfriend and the fact that everything is still, STILL going really smoothly after 2 1/2 years. He is like creamy peanut butter and I can't fathom how anyone in the world could ever fight with Ezra. His personality and demeanor are just too easy and goofy.

I still hate Texas, but the countdown to Austin is on and hopefully things will get better. I really can't complain that it is still 80 degrees and sunny here. That makes things a wee bit easier.

Well, that's really all that's going on right now. Patrick Swazye Christmas should be a good time.

Ugh.

Baby, You Make Me Better

Ugh. School sucks. It sucks harder than a whore sucking a golf ball through a garden hose. The good news is that I'm still doing fairly well considering all the procrastinating that I do. AND all of the Halloween specials I have been DVRing (don't watch the Loretta Lynn ghost special, it blows). For work Halloween party I am going to be sexy Freddy Krueger. How fucking stupid is that??? I can't very well be something I would normally be because then I would make no money. So of all the "sexy" costumes, I feel sexy Freddy is the most appropriate for me. Eh, whatever.

Nothing much else has been happening. The wedding/reception was amazing. I got to see Karen BOTH nights I was home. Ezra, Ryan and I also slipped out early to go see Slim Cessna, which was rad. We also decided that the lead singer looks like the creepy priest dude from Poltergeist 2. AND speaking of Poltergeist, Zelda Rubinstein is going to be in Austin along with TEEN WITCH herself for the opening of the new Alamo Drafthouse. ANDDDDD it is the same weekend as Murder City Devils, so I will be having an amazing weekend doing things that you could be doing if any of you ever came to visit us.

That is all, I'm going to balance some equations for Chemistry. Don't ask me what that means.

Wet Panties.

How can someone get so excited about dressing up? Well, the secrets out people, I have no life. I am so brimming with excitement that my seems may burst soon. And no one wants to be around when a vegan's guts spew out. Too many veggies and not enough rotting meat colon. I am truly excited to be donning a fabulous Marc by Marc Jacobs dress to the wedding. I am honestly in love with my new haircut. I am very anxious about getting fingerwaves put in for the wedding. Ohio = H&M, Gabriel Bros., thrifting, and dancing.

Here is the number one, numero uno, best thing ever, seriously OHMYGOD! thing that is in my scope right about now....



MINK STOLE WILL BE AT CINEMA WASTELAND IN APRIL.

What the fuck. I can't even put an exclamation point on that statement because it is so fabulous. I can't even wrap my mind around the idea of meeting her. Praise Jebus.

Here are some other things that keep my undies in a twist...
1) New America's Next Top Model- Asburgers...hilarious!

2) New season of I Love New York.

3) New Project Runway.

4) My Halloween costume. It's a secret!

5) 30 Days of Night. It actually looks good.


Ok that's enough before I hemorrhage.

I got a new digital camera, so new piccies soon!!

Go Gettter.

Ugh. I feel so full. I just made cheezy potato soup and It is sooo good. I should take a picture of my fat belly. Now I have to wait like an hour to go work out or I'll have cramps. This week Ezra is in Ohio to tattoo people before I get there on Friday. I hate/love when Ezra is gone. Hate it because he is the best buddy a girl could ask for and always makes me giggle. I also like the sex. Love it because I get the whole bed to myself and don't have to worry about him bugging me when I'm studying. I hate it more though. Well just a couple more days and we will be reunited in Ohio. When I get in I look foreword to shopping with my mom, seeing Carol perform her uno-woman band and then going dancing with Karen and the other girls at Bounce! Then I get to get up and get beautified for Corey and Laura's wedding. The fun ends there though, we have to get up mega early for driving home. I am excited for a road trip with Ezra and Andy though. We plan on stopping in Kentucky to say hi to John and Kate, then hauling ass to Waxahatchie, Texas to pay a visit to the Munster House.

http://www.munstermansion.com/main.html

It rules.

Anywho, I have four days off after a very stressful week and I plan on eating and watching as many horror movies as I can. So far I've watched:

A show on Cryptozoology- Not technically a horror movie, but who doesn't love the Jersey Devil?

Documentaries on The Wolf Man, The Invisible Man, and The Mummy. They are on the collectors editions of the movies. They were done by David Skal who writes books about horror movies. His books rock and I highly recommend them.

Pumpkinhead- Sooo cheesy. So very early 90s/late 80s

The Grudge 2- It was on so I watched it even though I hated the original (not Japanese) one. Horrible and couldn't hold my attention

The Blob- 88 version. It was on TV!! As always, campy and amazing.

Who knows what else I'll do today. The day is mine for the taking!!!

Fungus Amugus.

I have a bum toe. While intoxicated Saturday night, Ezra tried to show me some of his "moves" from the martial arts he takes and proceeded to bend my third toenail all the way back. It is literally at a 90 degree angle. I was extremely babalooey, as my manager says (it means drunk) and locked myself in the bathroom and cried while Ezra was on the other side begging for my forgiveness. I wasn't even mad, I'm used to love inflicted pain, just really sloppy. Since we have begun dating, Ezra has succeeded in giving me a partial concussion by making me fall backwards on concrete, poked me in the eye with a pencil, and now broke my toenail, making it impossible to get a pedicure. Thanks dude, I love you too. He doesn't mean to do it, he is just a little rough and I'm a lot klutzy. Whateves. That's really all that's new in my life. I'm just waiting for the Halloween mayhem to commence. Today is Oct. 1st after all.

To celebrate, hereeeee's Hatchie!
She's adorable, I know this. I'm obsessed with her.

In other news, I have been buying WAY too much stuff lately. New Marc Jacobs perfume, Daisy, and it smells sooo freaking good. A new digital camera since I was using Ezra's ancient one, a gaggle of reads from amazon, and some shit from urban outfitters. I'm a bad, bad buyer. I love buying things. I love Marc Jacobs. I love reads, I love Urbo. I have had too much coffee. I am losing my mind from studying. I had a Chemistry test today and I'm nervous about it. I don't feel confident. Because of that (isn't it wrong to start a sentence with because?) I may buy some more things today. I need to focus.

Argh. Back to hitting the books. I have a lab and lecture test on thursday and life sucks. I need a massage.

Titties and Tunafish

Jesus Christe, I am the fucking WORST at blogging. I am so unbearably busy (and busty) right now I have no time to scratch my ass, not to mention writing my thoughts and feelings down in this thang-a-maggier. Fuckin-A yo. But, alas, here I am, feeling guilty about taking a break from my studies of the cardiovascular system to let my peeps know the D.L. up in my peace. For those of you not schooled in the fine art of "hood", that means letting my acquaintances understand the issues and happenings in my head and life.

Fist of all (ha ha, that was an accident), school is beyond hard. Beyond interesting (did you know that the spleen is the red blood cell graveyard?!), but nevertheless difficult. Be that as it may, I am ruling school. Well, we are ruling each other, we are both each other's bitches, but it's a give and take relationship. School takes all of my spare time and gives me A's. I take information into my gray matter and give it all of my money. Hmmm, let me take a better look at this. I think I've been getting ripped off hardcore.

The trip to Ohio was a mediocre success. I will state that being away from my mother is leading me to a slow death. Ever since her minor heart attack, I get waves of panic from time to time regarding her mortality and my not being able to handle it if anything ever happened to her. It's bizarre considering I am, perhaps, the most morbid person alive, knowing perfectly well that life ends for us all, but it is trey difficile to relate that to the person that knows me and accepts me and HELPS me through every issue that I come in contact with, is a human being. The woman is amazing, and knowing that all of my adolescent bullshit that I put her thru probably led to this coronary blockage, makes me feel like a dope x3. Damn you raves!!! All in all Ohio let me be with my Ma continually and buy a boatload of clothes from stores I miss like whoa.

Well ghouls, the much anticipated Halloween season is upon us once again. It fo sho feels bizarre because it's still well over the 90 degree mark here in Tejas. But I did make sure that they still have pumpkins and the like in Mexicalli central. I have let Ezra know that we will, in a repeat performance of last year, be watching ONLY scary movies in October, going to FrightFest at Six Flags, going on a haunted ghost tour of the Alamo and decorating the house in Kent fashion. We will also be going to Austin on Halloween to see Jay Reatard and Quintron and Miss Pussycat put on a special Halloween puppet show. What could be better than puppets and reatards on Halloween, I ask you? NOTHING.

Andy arrived here and made everything soooo good. He will be departing for our new home shortly, but it's nice to have some fresh blood around this stale joint. It feels good showing him around town and letting him know exactly how shitty everything is in this wretched palace we've called "home" for the last 9 months. Spreading misery always cheers this gal up!



Well lads and lasses, I better be off. I've got to hit the gym, then settle in for a loooooooong evening of studying and making flashcards. I have crowned myself the Queen of Anatomy and Physiology and I've got to maintain my crown!

moosh.

Yikes.

I'm sorry for being such a suck-ass hater as of late. Seriously, I feel better. I got my schooling straightened out, started smoking pot with Ezra so I can fall asleep without lying awake and worrying about everything, got so sweet shit planned for the rest of August. All in all, things are looking up. I just today found out that there is a funeral museum in Houston that I will be attending soon. I've also decided that I will double major in mortuary science and nursing, which of course, sets me back another year or so to graduate, but I'm already on the 10 year plan so fuck it! I totally want to work with dead people and am pretty positive that double majoring in those two things do not work together at all, but as we say "fuck it"! I'm in a good mood, so don't chocolate rain on my parade please.

The Simpsons move probably brought me out of my vast depression. It was everything I always wanted it to be and more! A throwback to old school and it made me realize how much I do love the Simpsons (despite some yawn-filled story lines as of late), and made me appreciate the longstanding popularity of a fab show. It ruled.

I am also planning a trip to San Francisco with my bestest buddy in the world. That in and of itself is reason to get myself out of this ennui that has been plaguing me. Faggots and nature and vegan restaurants all come together to form the magical city of gay love. I've been there before, but she hasn't, and I know we will have the best time imaginable.

Thank heavens I'm feeling back to my old self again. It couldn't have come at a better time either. School is almost done, Ohio is within my grasp, and Neko Case is 4 days away!!! Whoo hoo!

Ezra and I's two year anniversary is creeping up on me again also. But yet again, I forgot the date. He knows, making the whole situation worse. Not that he or I actually care about that sort of jazz, but it's the fact that I forgot when it is that he holds over my noggin. Well, I'll just get him a good present so that he forgets about my stupidity.

Shit dude.

God, I'm so bad at this. I haven't blogged in like 2 months. Oops. Whatever, I really have nothing to say. All I know is that I am soo glad to be heading back to "The Heart of it All" in a month. I never thought I'd say that, but San Antonio sucks so bad, I can't even begin to describe it. I honestly hate the fuck out of this city and can't wait to move on to Austin. Uh, where there is actually stuff to do. My nerves are shot and I'm snappy and depress-o and cranky all the time. I never get this way, EVER, but I am now. Seriously all I do is work out and work and learn and watch Roseanne reruns. Fuck depression. That's all I gotta say. Maybe I'll feel like writing more when this fog lifts. All I can say is thank you Hey-zeus for Ezra and Hatchie. Lifesavers, I tell ya.

I Really Hate Everyone.

As I eat this cherry turnover and peruse the ever-annoying "Myspace", I've become quite annoyed. Why do sooo many people on Le Space hate each other one minute and post cute little comments on each other's pages the next? Now, I got on this website to find some people that I knew were on here with no intention of sticking around. Then I got into it and am stuck in like a hole filled with tar. That's all myspace is, a gaping, black, sticky hole. But one thing I DO NOT do is get into verbal comment, sarcasm wars and post caustic little comments on other people's pages that they know the person they are writing about will see. AND to top it all off, I see these people befriend the cretins that post uncouth comments about them in the first place! Then they both act all ass-kissy toward each other and it makes me want to heave black tar vom all over myspace and these people. Fucking get some balls! Don't let people talk shit about you and then fawn all over them the next. It's fucking abominable. Especially people who are manipulative and contriving. Although, yes I do not know the whole story of some of these instances, I can pretty much make an intelligent deduction about what the case may be. It's so frustrating. I really do hate myspace...it makes it like high school all over again. Too bad I am too ostentatious to ever remove my profile.

On a darker note...Ezra has one of his notorious stomach aches, and this one is baaad. Bad like M.J. when he danced around in that parking garage with Eddie Murphy, bad. I think he was poisened by Wendy's. All I can infer is that fast food= stomach problems. Especially fast food with MAYO that was probably old. That's why people should stick with my diet. The only time I feel like shit is when I accidentily eat something with a yucky ingredient in it.

My shopping/Morrissey excursion is on Saturday and I'm bringing 500 dollars to blow on clothes. My closet has been so deprived as of late, it is coughing and crying out for more, more, more. Just like my boy Bill-dog Idol. I have been dying for an Urban Outfitters fix and the vintage stores aren't too shabby either. Whoo Hooo...shopping by myself, then crying alone. The perfect end to a perfect day.

I'm off to go pound the pavement of San Antonio...have a loverly day!

Dookie Booty

My arms hurt. My legs hurt. My booty hurts. Working out is hard to do. Yesterday I did the Girls Next Door workout and it was ruff. Them gals do a lot to keep hot for that 80 yr. old fella. I still managed to take the dog for a 40 minute walk today. If I plan on going to beaches and shit this summer, I gotta get right, get it tight. I be up in the living room just workin' on my fitness.

Things are looking up, music wise. I just got Neko tickets for Lisa and I in Austin in August. Whoo hoo! And this Saturday is my mopefest with Morrissey. Not too shabby, I'd say.

Yesterday while getting my monthly brazillian wax, I got drunk! I found this really nice salon where they give you alcohol while they perform your services! No extra charge. So while my jungle was getting excavated, I drank the trashiest wine out there, White Zin! 2 glasses! I was meeting Ezra afterwards for lunch and I came in the place all red faced and giggly, he totally knew right away that I was on the tipsy train. The gal also waxed my eyebrows and my 'stach, which both needed it so bad. I was hairy all over. I guess hairy eyebrows are better than overplucked eyebrows anyday.

Work is still good. Mexicans are still pigs. All is well with Ezra and I. Hatchie is still adorable. I am still attempting to make myself the trashiest gal in all of Texas. Nothing to comment on.


BYE LOVERS!

Blood Queef.

I can't remember Ezra and I's anniversery. Whoops. I know approx. when it is, but not the exact date. This erks Ezra to no end, certifying my place as the girl who pays no attention to most things. I know that this fact bothers him, he, for some unknown reason, thinks that he is more invested in this relationship than I. SOOOO not even true. I just don't really remember exact dates or listen when he talks to me. Oh well. I know it's mid-August. The point of this whole ramble is that I can't even believe we have been together for almost 2 years. I was lamenting on this fact when I tried to figure out the date, to no avail. Oy vey. Now he won't tell me what it really is. And now I'm done talking about this.

On a much, MUCH darker note...I'm going to see Morissey alone. How fitting, since I will be in tears the whole time and no one wants to see that. I've wanted to see the man for eons, so when the chance came, I pounced. Albeit alone, but eh, what can you do. Misery loves company. At least I will be able to go shopping before the show.

Fudge and Lemonade is coming along slowwwwwly but surely. End of June will be the first episode.

I'm tired and a little stuffy.

Do you even care?

UGH. I am crabby. Even my crabs are crabby. Why am I crabby, you ask? Well, mis amigos, I don't even know. Probably because I'm bored all the time and just want to go to shows. I am going to a few this summer...

June 18th- Yo Majesty in Austin. A lesbian black girl trio rap/crunk group. Can't get any better.

July 28th- Unknown Hinson with Danny B. Harvey.

Aug. 18th- The Stray Cats in San Antonio.

Plus some random ones that I can't really remember. That is so not satisfying, writing those sad three shows. WAHHHH.

On a lighter note, my mom is coming to visit me on June 4th. That will be fun.

OH GOD I'M DYING. PLEASE COME VISIT ME.

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Hi There, How Are Things?

I hate finals. It's the worst week ever. Texas Politics is by FAR and AWAY the worst class I have had the displeasure to read magazines through. Blather and Bother. Eh, one left and then I am FREEEEE for the entire summer. Rock 'n Roll and beaches (not the Bette Midler kind) here I come!

Anydoodle, besides the aforementioned issue, life is going as dandy as candy. I got drunk off beer (well tipsy) for the first time in my existence. Dos XX is my poison of choice and it goes down like wata with that damn salt. Fucking shit do I love salt. Shorty lemme tell ya 'bout my only vice, it has to do with lots of sodium and it ain't nuthin' nice. We will be filming the first bit of Fudge and Lemonade this weekend. Ezra and I got drunk and brainstormed for ideas, so be prepared. Although you won't see it until mid to late June. It takes a long time to make a half hour show.

People I work with are actually noticing that I am losing weight! It is really nice to see that all of this sweating I'm doing is actually paying off. Ezra is pouting about it, but I don't care...I am more confident which means more walking around in the buff, subsequently leading to more hanky panky. And that is good for all! Except maybe Lisa who has to try to block all of our barnyard noises out. Hatchie's herpes are clearing up too! Turns out it was only folliculitis and a pill cures all her woes. The trio is unstoppable once again!

I still really miss everyone and am ever so lonely. Lisa and I fill our voids with shopping (I'm learning her well), but there is nothing to do. I wish people would come visit us (shameless guilt trip). That would make everything sooo much better.

Ezra and I are doing really well. It's weird b/c we started off our relationship without that weird (as Neko would say) "Teenage Feeling" that I usually think is so important. It turns out that as our relationship progresses, I find that feeling readily available to me and I get those butterflies and shivers quite often. Sometimes I drive home from work listening to Otis Redding and just can't wait to see him. It truly is bizarre and wonderful and scary at the same time. But other times I want to pull his eyeballs out and fry them in a pan. Not for long though. Seriously how could someone stay pissed at that face.

Well enough rambling...I'm going to go study and run and sleep. Call me and come visit. PLEASE.