bitterdiva

Bee you tee full

Meteorologically speaking I don’t think today could get any better – woke up it was 50 degrees; it’s currently sunny, the humidity no longer resembles a sweaty fat man, and the bloody fantastic breeze is cooling down the warmness of the sun. I wish this weather would last for six months of the year. I’d have three months of winter and three months of fall and the rest would be this. During noonsies I went for a drive in search of something sweet and I realized halfway to the cluster of various fast-food shops that it was frozen yogurt I was seeking. Nonfat Vanilla and Strawberry frozen yogurt and I must say that it was better than Tastee Freeze’s and cheaper too.

Financially speaking, I got more issues than Stan Lee and a wallet that has more bank receipts than cash. Currently available to me is $100 to last me two weeks and within those two weeks I have to buy books for class, and fill the oversized and environmentally unfriendly gas tank. With gas around the $1.90/gallon mark I’m a hurting mofo. And there has been no further word about the web managing position – I think that I probably won’t hear anything for another two months. If it wasn’t for the positive weather I think I would be dry heaving out of my ass again from all the stress and worries.

I turn now to the social commentary of my life. Let’s see, that wedding season has begun folks and this weekend would have been the second wedding I would have attended. But because of the earlier report and the JMP concert in Vermont this weekend, I’m not going. Luckily for me, my mother is picking up a gift from me. Shit, two weeks from today is Kristian’s birthday (and luckily the day before is payday)… if you’re looking for details on what’s happening for his birthday, e-mail me. The weekend after that, I’m out of town into NYC to see the sexiest Englishman living in the US: Neil Gaiman. I’m having a four-day weekend the last weekend in September to attend another wedding and celebrate the birth of my sibling – in her fashion, drunk.

The first weekend in October hangs in the balance, I most likely will be around the Albany area if I’m not in Boston or Connecticut, but that would make three weekend trips to Connecticut in a row and I don’t think I could tolerate that. The Friday after is my birthday, I don’t know what’s going on for that weekend, I think I’m in town. I don’t even think my family is going to do anything special for my birthday this year, but that doesn’t bother me – my parents’ visit to me on my 25th was a present alone that’ll last several years. As long as I get my free bloody beer from Mahar’s I’ll be content. And I’m rather disappointed to say there are currently no trips to any Renaissance Festivals in the foreseeable future.

Last night us GutterMuggles ventured over to the bowling alley to pick up and get our balls drilled and to hit some dollar games of bowling. In the fashion of planet mofo, mine was still not available. Evidently the place is rife with illiterate dolts who cannot differentiate between red sparkle and red and blue sparkle. It is now backordered and has the potential to arrive on Friday for possible drilling on Saturday. This dis-organization never ceases to screw up one matter ever week, sometimes I wonder how they managed to stay in business this long.

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