Say no to crack

I think my friend Sonja is on the same wavelength as me, only a few days after i decided to google 'fat man on a motorcycle' she emailed me this:


Awesome.

I had one of those moments this weekend where i was super drunk and thought that everyone else was drunk, too. In retrospect, I dont think they were and were just laughing at me and my hijinks. Im not sure why, but I thought it was a good idea to drink while waching a "True Hollywood Story" about Lisa Marie Presley. By the time we all went for dinner, I had consumed quite a bit of vodka. I vaguely recall writing my blog address on the stall in the washroom of this shady punk/goth bar. Thats pretty sad. I also was pretty sure i audio blogged-- which means that i may had dialed the wrong number and left a sprawling message on someone in San Francisco's voice mail about dancing, drinking, and quite possibly with me singing, too.

Im going to a wedding this weekend. In Winnipeg. Ive never been to Winnipeg so I dont know if its a good thing or not. I am looking forward to taking 2 days off, though. I also like flying so that should be cool too. I bought a brown dress to wear. Awesome

In the weird dream department, after watching a Miami Ink marathon on TLC yesterday and 3 episodes of Six Feet Under, I dreamt I was trying to get pregnant, except that my career as a tattoo artist was making it difficult for me to conceive, based on all the chemicals i used. [ No, Im not trying to get pregnant, BTW, so dont ask]

Jackass 2 comes out in 11 days. Im so excited I could pee. In a snowcone. And then eat it.