<< 08 May 2004 || 22:08 >>

are belong to my butt.

Life is pretty good right now. I colored my hair and now my scalp is screaming at me.

Last night I attempted to drop off my carpool and about two hours later found myself eating tiny tacos outside of a McDonald's in the rain somewhere in Portland way out in the dodgy part of town. We picked up an engine stand from some wierd guy who likes Led Zeppelin and has painted the engine for his car baby pink and hauled it back to Hillsboro. Later on I found myself at a pornographer's house playing Vice City into the wee hours of the morning and smoking way too many cigarettes. Then we slept on the most uncomfortable couch in the world and I woke up with a coworker's elbows in all the wrong places.

Never thought any of that would ever happen.

In other news, my parents know that I smoke now and they don't seem to be all that upset about it. We had a discussion at dinner about what we smoked, Mom smoked Winstons. I'm a Kamel Red girl. Yes, that is Kamel with a K because they are communist cigarettes. They match my vagina.

It's 10:18pm and I REALLY want to get the fuck out of here. Gimme a goddamn call, you bastards!