Getting ready for mini-vacation with pHunk.

Last night I was a very good girl. I went to my beloved Someday for a snack, a drink and a shot (Do you have anything to get this non-hornitos taste out of my mouth?). Got tipsy early thanks to generous pouring, met comics in town for the Stumptown Comics fest, flirted with my favorite bartender, Jessica. Josh and Kris wanted me to stick around and play with them. But I caught the 7:23pm bus home to see pHunk. We had planned to go to a show.

Well we all just got caught looking at somebody else's page

We ended up not going out. I kinda wish I'd just stayed out and partied with my friends - if I'd known the show wasn't going to happen, I would have. But the point is, I chose pHunk over my drinking buddies last night. That's progress, right?

Our ideas held no water, but we used them like a dam

I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm sick all the time. I'm always planning things but never following through. I feel alternately ugly and pretty, happy and sad, at total random. Life is something I tolerate while making other plans, but that is my life. I put on so many faces.

Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell
Saying "yes, this is a fine promotion"
Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell

My inspirations and passions are tiny little firefly flickers - barely bright enough to see.

Of course everyone goes crazy over such and such and such

I can't feel myself in this daze.

We were certainly uncertain. At least I'm pretty sure I am

This little weekend will be relaxing, orienting. It'll be nice to listen to the roar of the ocean instead of the ringing in my ears (a month strong, constant). To teach someone I love the joy of a bonfire on the beach, even if it's windy and cold.

And the sound of life's sweet bliss