so i just got done with a gorge weekend i haven't had a chance to process. i guess the end all be all statement for it would go something like: ham and cheese and bread, thank you come again, smoke yourself retarded and bask in the glow of life.

i'm headed into a san francisco weekend i am not at all prepared for. when i say not prepared, it goes a little beyond typical amanda non-planningness. i dont' know when we're leaving. i don't know where we're staying. i don't know what time anything is or how to get there or who we're meeting up with or what the weather will be like or who's even going period. no clue where the tickets are or how i'm going to afford to breathe, let alone eat(thank god for leftovers from last weekend - my only nourishment, for certain will be pb&j and smores and maybe some cold hot dogs).

but i don't think i care.

i do love san francisco, however. and i've resigned off of my semi-mom perch that i was unwillingly placed on last weekend.

party time, bitches.