and you know... i haven't even written about things like my apartment...

i am in my new apartment. it rules and i love it to pieces. i have no furniture, and sometimes while talking on the phone i'll sit on the toilet seat just so i don't have to sit on the floor, but whatever. i have a coat closet!!!!!!! and a fireplace!!!!!! (hello, arizona girl) and an amazing view of mt. rainier outside of my livingroom window and porch. well, when it's clear at least.

i have this damned bathroom cabinet thingie i'm trying to put together. yeah. that really isn't working at all. i hate it. i want to smash it into a thousand pieces and get a full refund because the nice little "easy to assemble" on the box is a BIG FAT LIE.

oh, and yesterday was my birthday. and i drank. a lot. i really wasn't that drunk when i left the bar, but somehow once we got back here, it all hit me. i had had a bunch of beer with dinner, two shots of tequilla with becky and a few long islands. i decided i needed to start a fire, so but had no firewood. so i somehow followed mel on this long trek around the apartment complex to try and find someone else's wood to rip off. no clue how i didn't fall flat on my face at some point during that journey. and then we smoked. and it was all over from there.

i felt like hell this morning. HELL, i tell you! you know it's gotta be bad when i actually have a hangover. it started as a piercing headache and moved into a nice few hours of nausia. god, it was fun. no more mixing for me, please.

it's more wide awake and dying than i'm used to

hmm...what else....oh! i drove through my first winter storm on tuesday. it was bad enough that i a.)really couldn't see shit b.) have never driven in snow before at all, let alone a fucking blizzard, but, uh - it was after having drank and smoked all night long. i think i finally passed out around 6am, and we left at 9. mel had to be at work by 3, and he was even more trashed than i(and therefore much more hungover), so i was gonna drive the first leg of the trip while he slept. i was fuckin narcoleptic. sleep was pressing at every inch of me.

well, i didn't wanna wake him up, cuz he was dead to the world. so i kept driving. into the storm. until mel woke up and said," uh...why are you doing the winter storm driving?" so then began the task of finding an exit that was clear enough for me to pull off at so that we could switch. but then i couldn't stop the car cuz of all the damend snow and ice. so i just drove it into a little snow bank and all was good.

i can't stand sitting here anymore. my computer is on the floor and it's really not all that comfortable to type with the keyboard in your lap.

word.