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Man, do I love to talk when I'm drunk.  And so does Shen, for that matter.  The people around us don't seem to be able to get a word in edgewise.  Sucks for them.

The evening's highlights:

- making out with becala.  Because, well, she's fabulous, and I also wanted her to win.  It was a competition of sorts.  Mmmhmm.  That girl's a damn good kisser.

- singing Holding Out For A Hero with Shen.  It's always fun singing with her, since she can always find the melody when I lose it (as happens far too often) and she shares my love of hardcore female 80's singers.  I was so very drunk when we got up there.  But that's probably a good thing.

- being asked by a particular guy to buy his drinks for him, despite the fact that he's a bartender and I'm a babysitter.  Needless to say, he didn't get any drinks from me.  He did get text messages about penises from me later on, however.  Oops.  I just like the word penis.  It can't be helped.  Aleph and Shen egged me on.  I'll blame them.

- hearing a girl who I don't know personally sing 9 to 5 by Dolly Parton, and sing it well.  I can't explain to you why I love that song so much.  I did try to drunkenly explain the plot of the movie with the same name to Shen, but I think I failed.  Ah well, she was drunk too.  Heehee.

The night was fabulousness.  Good damn times.

So, I won't be taking any classes this summer.  The people I babysit for asked me to up it to three days a week during the summer, and it's such fucking easy money that I can't pass it up.  Plus, it still leaves me completely free for an evening or night job.  Three days a week is about $125-150 per week, which is more than I was making in the library at Evergreen.  And I seriously do love these little girls.  I also love cash paychecks that are deduction-free. 

They did my hair last Tuesday.  I was sporting the three-pigtail look for the whole afternoon.  It was damn sexy, I'll bet.  

Tomorrow, I will be buying a brand-new shiny pink DS Lite for myself.  Well, I'll be buying it for my mother, but it will be going to me, because she'll be getting my old blue DS.  We made a deal.  I like this deal.

hmph.

Y'know, I think that if you're going to join one of those Stitch & Bitch groups, you should go to a completely different city to do it.  I'm serious.  I mean, the reason I don't go anymore to the local meetings is because I'm familiar with a good number of the girls in other, oh, walks of life, shall we say, and I don't like them as people.  I'd really prefer some downright strangers.  I should start driving to Tacoma or something.

I'm surrounded by scarves at the moment.  I keep making them to use up yarn scraps, but I have no bloody need for all of them.  I should actually start using the etsy store I have set up.  There's an idea.  I'll borrow Aleph's camera and sell my crap.

Cramps came out of nowhere today.  I woke up, stood up, and pretty much fell over.  I've been crawling everywhere.  It's fantastic.  I think the worst is over now, but you never know with my rebel of a uterus.

How is it that the bums and the potheads always find me?  Seriously.  It never fails that within 24 hours of a man expressing interest in me, he will be asking for money or lighting up the plastic soda bottle bong.  I joke about being a loser magnet, but it really does suck.  I'm expanding my list of rules about men to include no baseball caps.  I hate baseball caps.  The only thing I hate more than baseball caps are baseball caps worn sideways.  AUUGH.

Damn, I'm not tired yet.  Suppose I should get some work done.