Goooooood morning. Wait. Afternoon. Whatever.
My weekend? Hrm.
Friday - Went to Kelly's family's house. Swam. Sunburnt. Food. Sex with Kelly. She went to work. I chilled with Alisha and Beth. We got fried chicken. Bout it.
Saturday - Took some things to Julie at her work. A scrapbook and this cowboy hat / butterfly thing that hung from my rearview mirror. Kelly and Julie met. Awkward. Went to Beth's "aunt"'s house. Food. Ate dinner at my house. Awkward. Slept through half of Terminator 3 because the arm rests go up in Peabody Place.
Sunday - (What we're supposedly doing today...) Sleep late. Eat. Chill. Go to Backstreet about 11 pm. Watch drag show. Come home. Sex. Sleep.
This apartment is a wreck, by the way. Dirty clothes, dishes, and cats everywhere. I want to go around and clean... but it all just seems so futile. I picked up mine and Kelly's room two night ago. What does it look like now? Trashed.... Yeah, I'm not the tidiest person. But fucking still!!!
Wait! I just found a digital camera! Play time!!!