haven't been here in a long time...

it's kinda funny to go through your xanga and see all the retarded xanga entires you've written in the past.

wow..still up at midnight on a weekday...amazing..

seems like ive been becoming increasingly anti-social these days.  nothing personal, just dont feel like moving any more than i have to. today i turned down happy hour and casino night (translation: meeting people, free drinks) in exchange for laying down and watching tv.(????) WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? seems like this working thing is taking a bigger toll than i thought.  or am i just getting old(er)?

you know whats funny? those congressional smear campaigns--they are so dramatic and blatantly over-the-top.  halarious.

the recent humidity during this halloween season reminds me of the time i decided to wear a wig and a denim jumpsuit as a costume.  needless to say, not a good idea.  sadly, that halloween ended in hyperventilation, passing out, and missing the entire party.  not so funny then, but in hindsight, freakin bust-a-gut laughable.

                       HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

oooooooo the agony. 

driving long distances is an unbelievable pain in the ass.  the almost $2/gallon gas prices; the preparation of the cds to make sure you have enough music without having to listen to anything twice;  the chasing of the cars to use as a buffer;  the annoyance in dealing with slow drivers, bad drivers, and stupid, illegal drivers with no insurance!; the constant paranoia of looking to the side, front, back in hopes of dodging the police; the aching of the buttcheeks after the first 2 hours;  the turning on and off of the ac because it gets too hot, then too cold, then too hot again;  the waking up from a coma every 15 mins or so to realize that you were in a complete trance and dont remember the last 15 mins of driving at all.  but all worth the pain when u reach ur awaited destination. 

well.....atleast until the drive back, that is. 

had some fun in the sun yesterday.  crys, viv, and i went to the Pecan Street Festival and soaked in some of austin's weirdness (keep austin weird).  for those of you that dont know, the festival takes place downtown, during the day, and has little tents with vendors selling miscellaneous commodities.  IIIII simply went for the food (despite the fact that we had JUST eaten).  thas rite, i spent all my money on food.

it was a proud day for the gluttonous, as each bite into our turkey leg extracted approximately one cup of grease.  our greedy, wasteful selves even threw away the only HALF-eaten turkey leg as we eagerly anticipated our homemade awesome blosom.  after that, it was pretty much a freefall into the fiery pits of over-eating hell.  i wont even bother going into the details because the rest... is pure gluttony. still-- a very satisfying one at that.   

one bowl of pho + two long-stemed margaritas + a greaseball turkey leg + one shrimp on a stick + one homemade awesomeblosom + funnel cake + nachos + cookies + a sandwhich = a day in my fat pants.

now, i know YOU know what those are.  every girl has 'em.  those jeans you keep tucked away in your closet, fearing the day when all those pounds will make their dreaded comeback .  yes, for me, that day has come...

i HATE working.  each day, i nervously glance at the clock in fear of the hour that will force me to my car and out into the rush hour traffic which i equally hate.  in my car, i intentionally delay my arrival as much as possible without getting in trouble.  at work, i sit at my little desk and slowly count down the seconds that will free me from this self-imposed prison.  when my time is done, im gone in a flash--happily skipping farther and farther away from the life-sucking dungeon otherwise known as my job. 

basically, i am a prime example of the classic underachiever, only doing just enough to get by.  knowing this, how the hell am i gonna survive in the "real world?"  and why must money only come from labor? and on a completely different note, why must i always complain?

my new favorite time: 8:45pm

disclaimer:  dont get me wrong, its not my job.   in fact, this could be the best job i've had to date.  im hating on ALL jobs-- just the general concept of working as a whole.