I don't think I'm paranoid anymore, I think my bosslady really is Snoop Doggy Dogg. But whatever. How does she know it's me? How does she know who I really am? How does she know that this isn't all just a fictitious novel? She doesn't. So I'm carrying on.

The weekend was great, but not nearly long enough. I worked Friday night and afterwards went to the Beige Pony. The Beige Pony is codespeak for the bar we always frequent, they've changed the name there like 2 or 3 times and well, it's a long story, but if I told you you'd probably laugh, but I don't really feel like it so no laughing for you! Anyway, when I got there I didn't see anybody so I went to get a beer. Standing at the end of the bar these two cheeseheads were hitting on me. I will give it to them that they were at least original, one of them dancing (really bad) and the other requesting $10.00, $20.00 and then $30.00 because his friend went to Ethel Murman's school of dance or something. Then asking me if I cooked or baked and did I know how to make a bunt cake. And yes, it was very lame, but I laughed at them while I looked around for where le man might be and then I saw Travis and I had my beer in hand and just as I was about to ask Travis where Scotty was Travis sat down next to him at the corner of the bar where I'd been standing the whole time. He was amused by the banter of the two cheeseheads and we both thought it especially funny when I came over and gave him a big smooch on the cheek that the non-dancing cheesehead asked for their check.

Anyway... Scotty spent the night Friday night. We played cards and drank beer until way too late. I slept a little. I'm not sure, but I don't think he slept at all. I took him home around 7:00 a.m. Him, Renee, Travis, Missy, Freddy, Johnny and Lori were leaving for the lake, supposedly before 10:00 a.m. so home he went. I went home and went back to sleep until about noon. From there I showered and went to work until 8:30 p.m. I then went to Old Navy to try and find a bathing suit, but I have to say, I need the underwire. Sucks ass, but thems the breaks. After that I stopped by Flat Creek and had a drink with Chris, who was too tired to go out for a beer so I went by myself. Big fun. Hillary came over for a while when she got off work and we did pretty much not a thing but sit around and talk and then I was sleepy and I made her leave.

Sunday I slept until 10:00 a.m. and then laundry! laundry! and more laundry! Then shopping. I got a cute new skirt and a couple of snazzy t-shirts and the cutest sandals ever. I went for lunch to Y-Knot and ate buffalo chicken and fries and wasted something like $7.00 on the Megatouch, but I was entertained so no big loss. From there Hillary called and she came over and we were debating on what time to go to Beth's party and she wanted a nap and I wanted a nap so we agreed that I would call her at 8:00 p.m. Only 8:00 p.m. turned into almost 10:00 p.m. and we were fashionably late, but beter late than never right? This was my first time at Beth's new place and it is gorgeous. I was quite green. Hillary and I made fast friends with all there and there were two yummy boys, Hugh and Alex, that we both wanted to eat for dinner. But being the nice girls we are, we didn't. I drank a couple of margaritas and we were there for quite a while and eventually left around 2:00 a.m., I think. Hilly went home and I went to bed.

Yesterday was really boring. I slept late. I showered. I ate. I read. I napped. I went to my parent's. I went to Arnie's. (Arnie had a party, there was food and drinks, though I only had a beer, yes that would be singular, as in one because the pigs were on the prowl all weekend.) Then I went to Dairy Queen. Then to Kroger. Then home, for the night. There was more laundry and I cleaned my room, a little and vacuumed and fed the cat and then to bed.

Not a very exciting weekend. Lots of laziness and domesticity. Though I'm not complaining. It was actually quite nice. Chris and I are planning on hanging out soon, when he has some cashflow and isn't feeling like an old fart. And Scotty is back from the lake, he called me on my way to work this morning, just to say hi because he hadn't talked to me since Saturday morning. What a sweetums. And that is about it.

I may have a visitor today. Time to bust out the bourbon.

And before I forget, hi to the bosslady with nothing better to do! Hope you're taking notes! :)

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