New and Improved.

H'okay.
So here it is.
A new and improved blog.

I am quite pleased with it, and those of you who visit to read, please observe the *new pic* - I thought that coupled what I am perfectly: A blonde, rockin' out cowgirl who secretly wants to be a pin up girl.

I mean, I'm just a dusty jeans and t's kind of girl who likes to glam up every once in awhile, but the marriage of the two styles can be somewhat of a challenge to pull off. But to be perfectly honest, I have been trying to find a quote-un-quote style that is suited to me, and I think a sassy glammy cowgirl is just perfect.

Yeehaw *shimmy shimmy - wink wink*

*GLEE*

Wheehaaww!

So, I just found out that 2 of my most favoritest artists of the musicesque fashion are coming to town.

Bright Eyes - a fabulous dude whose latest studio album I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning released in January of 2005 - with tracks featuring none other than the beautiful and ever so talented Emmylou Harris, is coming to town on June 4th, 2006 (unfortunately Ms. Harris will not be, she's on tour with Mark Knopfler).

So excited was I that I lurked around the ticketmaster website minutes before the tickets went on sale, and pounced like a sex starved nymphomaniac, snapping up 2 tix right at the 10.00am mark and hoping all to high heaven (or low hell... but hey. Who decided that heaven was up and hell was down... space is pretty hellish from the looks of it...), hoping, hoping, hoping - that the transaction is APPROVED. God what exhileration, the purchasing of things off the internet. I love it (Uh-oh).

Calexico - an effing fantabulous group whose music I was introduced to by my friend of Fort St. John. They collaborated with Iron & Wine, creating the ohmygoditslikecandy album In the Reins. They are coming to town on June 20th, 2006.

I would be lurking to buy tix, but I have to pay off some of the charges on my card first, and well, they don't go on sale until tomorrow. I may be a music fiend, but I am certainly not above basic social graces. Come now.

In other news:
I've been a blog lurker over the last little while, and I am so jealous of the fabulous fabulousness of these other folkes blogging pages. All pretty with pictures of flowers, pin-up girls and shoes - so sleek and well designed. Mine makes me feel like I am a grown woman stuck in her old bedroom at her parents house. Ick. I like the pig though.
So I might be doing some adjustments. Don't be frightened! Or maybe do be. Could be more exciting that way.

Roger Miller is the coolest dude. Wackadoo Wackadoo. You in a funk? Play Roger Miller.

Aside from spending money on tickets to shows, I am seriously in the market for more music. However it has come to be that I may need a new stereo soon. I have had mine now for nearly 10 years, and it has served me well. That little machine has seen some seriously crazy shit, played some seriously crazy shit, and now is functioning like seriously crazy shit. I am very much into the idea of a component system - but that would need to include a turn table and alas, there would be produced another grand addiction: VINYL.

EAT, DRINK and GET DOWN... then log it.

Okay, so I've been busy with the life.

What I did yesterday was fabulous. No, I didn't go out and buy more CD's or rock it out at some dancing place (god I love dancing...), no no, I set up an EATRACKER.

See folks, eating is a bit of a pain for me. Not just in the literal sense, but also in the emotional sense. I hate eating. I love eating, but I hate it. I have this stomach condition, by no means life ending or whatever, but certainly um, well, shitty. Pardon the pun.

So, years ago, I had gone to a nutritionist after I got my thyroid confirmed as malfunctioning as well as all 36 feet (or whatever) of the digestive tract - so that I could get everything back on track... ahem. So, I had this amazing diligent diet that I followed, I felt amazing, I did yoga, I looked beautiful, felt beautiful and well, now I feel like CRAP because I haven't been following said plan for oh, nearly a year now. So yesterday (and today too! and hopefully all the days after!) I started my sojourn back into healthy living.

The first place we all need to look at is what we stick inside our bodies. What do I feed myself? This eatracker allows me to imput all food and activities that I had consumed or performed (can you consume activities and perform food?) and I get a little report that tells me what I need more of, less of, etc. It's kind of daunting when you write down every single thing you eat. You forget that you snacked here, and snacked there - and my god, what you ATE!? No wonder I have a god forsaken gut problem. Geeze.

I am approaching thirty (well, sort of... more like 28), and have accepted that I am not going to get younger looking skin (unless I get it grafted on) and that my metabolism is not going to be what it used to be. So, I can sit here and lament the crappy situation or I can accept that I am needing to make some changes, and make changes that are realistic to who I am and maintain the things that are important and or enjoyable to me within reason (hey, I LIKE beer, I LIKE Rye and I LIKE Gingerale and I am going to drink it, just not every other day).

So, a little at a time.

ERRRRRARGGGH... *pant pant*

Alright! Sweet hot action of the brain.
(Cripes, I am how old and I STILL talk like this? Wicked.)

I did my last quiz, and got ONE question wrong. I hate that when that happens. I was absolutely determined that I was right and went digging deep into the text book (which I hadn't read... so really I got what I deserved).

I found out that oh - well, I am TECHNICALLY correct - within the current standards - it's just that there's this new standard (the question specifically asked for the 'new standard' on reporting 'held for trading' short term investments on a balance sheet - I really should have read the textbook) so I got it wrong. Interestingly enough however, this NEW STANDARD really doesn't comply (in my humble opinion) with the principle that the "authority" deems to be the most important of principles (that would be the conservatism principle). In fact the answer that I did give is CURRENTLY the correct answer (I applied the conservatism principle by giving the asset a Lower of Cost or Market Value, as opposed to Market Value) - up until OCTOBER 1st 2006, at which point they will install this new standard which like I said, doesn't really make all that much sense to me (hence, I really should go back and read the effing textbook).

But, like whatever. HaHA!. I am still right for like, 26 weeks - minus 2 days.

Das BOOTS!

Fabulous sexy boots. Shit kickers of the cowboyesque style. Tres Chic. So giddy. And my god, are they ever purdy.

Yup, purchased a very lovely pair of Boulet boots over the weekend, beautiful brown leather with blue inlay design. Emmylou would be proud. I am trying to find a picture so y'all can see'em. My friend tells me I am the sexiest woman alive, but the boots? They push me into a whole other category of Le Sexy. Ah, Le Sexy Tres Extrordinarieee...

Had a fairly eventful week-end.
Friday, I stayed home and tried to study, but felt such immense rejection from the week that I couldn't really do any of it. I am now super far behind on my studies for my quiz due on Wednesday. But I will pull through. More grey hairs as a result of my laziness, but ah well there you go.

Went out Saturday to a buddy's house for his Birthday. Ended up at the Blarneystone (that was not in the plans, but it happened, and what fun) then off to another friends place I went, as he is leaving town for awhile. T'was a late night of too much fun.. ugh.

Sunday was started early (I am moving and someone wanted to see the place at 12.00pm) so we went downtown to find the perfect pair of BOOTS! Of course we the audiophiles extrodinaire had to go to the music store... I got 2 more Emmylou's, a Cat Power and an old friend, the Pixies. Oh, and because I am soooo nice, I got my friend his Waylon Jennings. I did good though, I also had in my hand (but put away) an Iron & Wine EP, a Nina Simone, a Joni Mitchell and a Tom Waits. I think I have a problem folks. I am addicted to music.

But is that really such a bad thing? I mean, I make sure the bills are paid first, then go shopping. And the world would be a hellish place without music.

Speaking of hellish, I also saw Silent Hill last night. The story line was eh... but it's a horror flick, so what do you expect? I only had to look away when it was really gory, but the demon creatures were really neat. It plays out a lot like a video game, which kind of takes away from the horror of it all (ie. Predictable) but cool nonetheless. I would watch it only on the big screen though, the little one wouldn't do it justice. Unless of course you have a 55 inch tv.

Needless to say, I had some pretty messed up dreams though... eeek. But I was wearing Das Boots, so I kicked up the shit, you know what I'm sayin'?

REJECTION SUCKS... meh.

God, it feels like you've gone on a date, and the person is like "You are sooo amazing, I am really into you" and you're like 'gee this is nice, I like this person, I hope to be good friends with them...' and then they never call you back. Or worse, they do - but at home when you are at work, seeings how they know you are at work and they don't have to talk to you. " "You know, sweetheart, I am really glad I met you, but I don't think this friendship will work out." Meh.

So, continuing on, as the world turns, sands through the hourglass, blah blah blah - my life, the soap opera from hell, that doesn't even last a season.

*Cue cheesey music...

I think I am going to go home and drink a stiff drink. And listen to some Emmylou and Tom.

WAITING SUCKS!!! grrr...

I hate waiting. I am waiting for a response back from a company I had an interview with yesterday afternoon. I was told that I was exactly what they were looking for... so I dunno, I guess thats a good thing? But - now its that whole waiting game. I was told that they would let me know today.. sometime, sometime soon, i hope.

That other interview I had didn't pan out, but actually I was glad for it. By the end of the weekend after I had the interview, I felt like the company was a bit flaky. Turns out they didn't want me, and I didn't want them so it was a good pairing. And there was much celebration. Yay.

In other news:
Tom Waits, if you ever read this, I think you are fucking amazing.
For all of you other folks out there who haven't listened to any of his stuff lately, earlier, or even ever - you must change that, and change it you must, now.

I HIGHLY recommend Closing Time - a myriad of beautifully crafted songs with lyrics that make you laugh and cry at the same time. He doesn't quite have that Whiskey and Cigarettes type of voice at this point in the game - but definitely has the rawness that makes Tom Waits, Tom Waits. If the whiskey sound is what you want and are wanting to hear some of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard, Used Songs is a great album, especially if you are just starting out. Compilations get a bad rap some of the time, but I actually think that for the purpose they serve, they serve it well. Get a taste, find out what album the songs you like come from and expand from there... perfect.

Another album I recommend for you folks out there, if you don't own it already is Emmylou Harris' Blue Kentucky Girl. I have mentioned this album in previous posts (It's new to my collection) - and I tell you right now, that woman has a voice unlike anything I have ever heard. When I want to cheer up my friend - I put her on, and watch him melt like butter on pancakes.
But I say, if you don't have any country in your repitoire (and, yes I believe I had once said I like all music, except country... I have now seen the way - and will never speak such blasphemy again...) and you want a good female country singer, this album is for you. The title track is sumptious. And her boots on the album, I want them. Damn it, thems are nice cowboy boots.

Speaking of which, I see cowboy boots in my near future, I'll keep you posted...

New Blog for the Bends...

Not those kinds of bends...
I started a new blog to track my journey back into Yoga. Yoga has been (was, still is...) a huge part of my life for the longest time. Saved me from insanity, saved me from being continuously ill, it really just well, saved me. Good for the body, mind and if you believe in it, the soul too. But, I didn't really want to be clogging up my regular blog with all this info about Yoga, when I could be writing about the antics I pull trying to ultimately undo any of the good I do for my body through Yoga (rye, wine, beer...) lol. So if you are interested, you can find the link in my profile under Smoking Yogini. Thats where you can check up on me and see if I am actually doing any of the Yoga I promised to do, plus any sort of ideas that pop into my mind with regards to that kind of philosophy...

So, not much to tell today... watched Princess Bride last night, was feeling shitty all day - sort of blue and woe is me and all that... but today I feel pretty good. Looks like things are turning... I don't know if its in the right direction, but at least something's moving...

Veeva Lost Vegas... with Cheese!

Well, that was a notsolong - long weekend...
Reporting in for Yoga: Um... I did some on Saturday, about 45 minutes worth. Felt awesome. Didn't do any on Sunday, or Friday. But I did do a lot of house work on Sunday, and that required a significant amount of twisting and bending and squatting and reaching, so outside the fact that I was not really enlightened by that experience - save getting high off of the cleaners - I would say that for the exercise requirement, I have successfully fulfilled it. I went dancing on Saturday night too, so I would say I got a significant workout over the weekend.

But, see - we also did our fair share of ingesting liquids of the malt and hop variety. Oi Vey.

Brief Breakdown of the fabulous fabulousness of the weekend:

Thursday evening? I went shopping. Bought a belt. Bought a pair of earrings (ah, see these are special earrings - made of buffalo horn - I've got stretched ears). Then we went to see a movie - Lucky Number Slevin... something I would rent, not spend the 19 dollars to go see in the theatre. It was alright, but the backstory got a bit much after a while. Wasn't what I totally expected. But whatever.

Random dude at the bus stop waiting with us asks if we want to split a cab. My friend, who is an excellent person reader - gave the aokay (I have fairly good judgement, but see - I talk to just about anybody, and generally end up getting into some sort of trouble...) - we were heading "home" (hey we're not that gullable...) and the dude was like hey wanna go for a beer? We were like sure why not, its a public place - if we have to ditch fast we can. Turned out to be a pretty funny evening. And so ended Thursday night.

Friday was a glorious day of sleeping in, buying CDs and DVDs, eating sushi, drinking wine and listening to new said CDs. Picked up Boatman's Call by Nick Cave, a couple of Tom Waits, Buena Vista Social Club, an Espers (self titled) disc and Blue Kentucky Girl by Emmylou Harris. I also picked up Les Triplets du Belleville... which if you haven't seen, should. Probably one of the best animated films I have ever seen in my life. Friday ended with Steak and Veggie soup with grilled cheese sandwiches. Delish.

Saturday, we went shopping for clothes for me for work. Bah. That sucked. Then we went out to a friends house, ate crab (real crab.. and so much of it...)and went dancing at the Yale. I hate bar dudes. They suck. Thank god I have normal dudes in my life who respect me and treat me like a human instead of a piece of meat.

Sunday - recovered from the night before.. went out to do some grocery shopping, did that and ended up picking up 2 new DVD's - Peter Seller's The Party (which I think is freaking hysterical - I mean, an elephant runs through the house that is somehow filled with soap suds) and Silence of the Lambs - which I saw years ago, and hey - its a classic so why not. Cleaned the house and got ready for the week.

This morning, I didn't hear the alarm, I feel like I am stuck in hellsville and I really want to go away for a week. Maybe I will steal my friend, get a car and head up north to steal my other friend and we'll hit Vegas or something.
Ah, Vegas.

Word to your Buddha...

Reporting in: Did 20 minutes of Yoga last night.
Yay me.

Actually, it is incredible what yoga can do for a person. I forget, just as many people do I am sure, just how balancing yoga actually is. Sure you read about people sitting in rooms twisting their bodies into pretzel like positions to achieve enlightenment - and sure we may think 'suuuurreee you felt serenity afterwards...' But folks, there is some truth to it. The fire is burning in my belly again (no its not the jalepenos I had on my sandwich) - and my desire to flow back into yoga has grown since yesterday.

I recommend, even once - this weekend to sit cross legged in a quiet room, breathing deeply (in for 2 out for 4), feeling your energy flow into the floor, and out of your head - for 5 minutes.

Turn the phone off, turn the computer off, turn the lights off and light candles. Turn the stereo off, open a window... listen (or if you live on the corner of Fraser and Kingsway [is that even possible?] maybe keep the window closed...). Empty your mind, but don't fret if things pop up... in fact if they do? It's just the residue floating around and telling of what is weighing on your mind - just let it go. When you are done, slowly unfold your legs and give your self a big hug, and remind yourself that you are beautiful and that you are gracious. Then acknowledge the beauty in everyone you know, including those you have difficulties with. Send a well wish to all, including yourself. Most of all, yourself. You deserve it.

In other news...
I gotsan interview later today... I'll keep yousall posted...

Huh, thats funny...

Well there folks, looks like I am, well... un well?
Went to the doctors today... (okay back story) I have this thyroid condition...(ohh, note: Thyroid disease is a huge problem here in North America, and more and more young women (and men, although the majority of sufferers are women) are suffering without realizing it. There are a myriad of symptoms - that are really annoying - and are perpetually being misdiagnosed. For example: depression as a disease, as opposed to a symptom related to a disease. You take the antidepressants and well, they don't really work because its not those hormones that aren't working, its them thyroid ones. It is also assumed that you won't necessarily have a thyroid condition because you are in your 20's - only women in their 40's get that... but if you think that you may have it, don't be afraid to ask. All it is, is a little blood test to check it out. That's my PSA for the day.)

Yeah, so this thyroid condition, I went and got checked out today, you know, just to make sure all was working according to plan. I've been not behaving very well in terms of my health (staying up late, drinking more than I should... smoking the odd (ahem) smoke, and well you know how it is...) and not to mention the huge amount of stress going on right now... family issues (Grandpa's sick, everyone hates eachother right now), work issues (trying to find a better job), life issues (getting divorced... you know how it is...) school issues (yeah yeah yeah blah blah blah) - The doctor takes my blood pressure... and I am thinking 'Great, I am going to have such high blood pressure (note: Stress, smoking, bad eating habits = High Blood Pressure... possible heart condition...)' Well, no... actually my blood pressure is so low that I should really be um... well... almost dead?

Shit. I should really re evaluate what is going on here...

So today, I figure I would start working on my health (after this cup of coffee...). I haven't been doing as much Yoga as I had been in the past, in part because I am fairly tired at the end of a lond day of sitting on my ass, on the bus, at the kitchen table doing homework, on the couch... god... this is terrible. So, I have decided that I am going to get back into it. Of course I am not nearly as bendy as I was in the fall of last year... but I figure I should be able to put my head between my knees and kiss my own ass in no time at all.

The point to all this bleathering on is that I have put it down on 'cyber script' and am now actually pledging something to the world, or anyone who bothers to read this shit. So for you (and for myself, of course) I vow to do at least 15 minutes of Yoga for the remainder of this week, and work up slowing at intervals of 5 minutes each week, up to 1.5 hours like I used to. And I'll keep an update on the blog here. Of course you'll have to take my word for it.. but I think lying sucks so I wouldn't do that...

There, you can all get on my case if I fail at the Yoga commitment.

And in other news...
Not much. Life is pretty boring. I am moving on June 1st, somewhere hip and cool like South Main or Commercial Drive. I have an interview tomorrow. Sounds pretty cool. Maybe it will pay me enough so I can have a hip place to live, in a hip part of town. And buy hip clothes, and buy hip indie rock music.

Christ. I just don't quit do I. Alright. Ciao. Jeeze. I am even sick of my own writing, god only knows what you all must think.

Words to live (and eat) by...

So, another test, another 100 percent.
Gee, I sense a trend? (I sure hope so).

Today is a good day, and a sad day.
A maybe its going to be okay day,
and a relatively uneventful day.

What is a day? Because the sun sets, the day ends? Maybe it begins.
Maybe when the sun sets, its a new beginning, as opposed to an old ending.

And many days, of your malcontent? The endless weaving of days,
where emotions are high and low, and yet the underscore is that of melancholy.
If I was a doctor to the score of your life, perhaps I would infuse it with a crescendo,
in pianissimo, quiet delicate bel canto - a chorus that sings the highest praises, and the quietest confessions...

When everything turns up rotten in your fridge,
do not fret, as there are some things that never perish.

Je pense que tu est tres jolie...
(I think you are beautiful)

Ultimate in compliments... ZANZIBAR!

Today, I received the ultimate compliment.

I am not govern'd by my baggage. I am no longer controlled by my baggage.

I am independent of my baggage.

I am

Independent.

and therefore...
beautiful.

Can you say...

BORED!


I mean come on...
hungover, bored... *tyeye wimper wimper*
My avatar... kinda looks like me? I dunno... The blonde was too blonde and I think this brown is too brown...

Christ, what the hell is wrong with me?
Oh, right. I am BORED!

BLEAH...

Oh. My. God.
I feel like ass.
Last night, was fun - and as a result, I feel like ass. A co-worker of my darling friend - he's from Japan - is leaving to go back in a few weeks, so it's been partay time. But my god! This Japanese man, can he drink beer! And more beer! And more and more beer! And... well you get the picture. But also? He won't leave anyones glass empty. I have no idea as to how much beer I actually drank seeing how my glass was uh, never empty. It's really every drunks dream, I mean a never ending pint (sleeve, glass, whatever) of beer... ah, heaven.
And then of course, being the complete idiot I have the capability of being, I - in my ihavenoideahowmanybeerihavehad state - started ordering shots of tequila.

Luckily there were only two (shots). But geezelouisemarge did they ever get on me quick! I honestly don't know. I used to be able to do loads of tequila, in the summer... and I loved it. Now? Ech, what a disgusting thing, like paint thinner. Perhaps because I've become more refined in my drinking of scotch and rye whiskey? (god, I am almost questioning whether I should be going to a meeting or two soon...) (nononono... I am getting old, that's what it is...)

And the money? Where did all my money go? This is ridiculous! I had lots and now? I have none? WTF? Oh yeah... all that beer, and then a looooong cab ride home... Thank god I don't do this that much anymore, who the hell can afford to go out every night?

But I swear I had a fist full of 5's and I don't know where they went... I hope my friend has them, cuz that would suck if he didn't. I lost my lighter too. Now I have to make fire with my fingers... (stares intently at her fingers) (goes slightly cross-eyed) (ow, my head) (oh, how appropriate... Talking Heads is on the radio...) (I love the Talking Heads...)

That thingy french word after the climax... "may wee".

Apparently, just now - outside, someone cut off a large truck.

So, I am happy to announce that I have exorcised some of the demons yesterday. I had a nice conversation with someone very important in the P.M. and felt immense relief - understanding and being understood never felt so good.

Today, I have a little anxiety... not as much as yesterday, but definitely some lurking in the recesses of my mind... I'll get you, you l'il bastards...

Seems to be that I have developed an 'image' crisis. I stress that I am fat. Which is stupid, because I am not. I stress that my skin is dull, and that my ass is big and that I feel flabby... Yesterday, I was crowing about how fabulously fabulous my ass was... now I think it's big, fat... round. ICK.

Well, piss on you fat thoughts... I'm going for a walk.

Oh for Christ's Sake...

God dammit.
Why the hell do people have do be such assholes? I know that this doesn't really have any context, but folks, trust me, the assholes? They are out there in full force.

I called in sick to work today. Looks like the stress finally got to me. Which is STUPID because I know better than to let that kind of anxiety get to me. It seems to be however, that this occurs less and less as I begin to exorcise these demons of mine.

I've got a lot going on, for certain. Maybe not as many as the people around me, or the people in other parts of the world - where they suffer, starve and maime each other... but I suppose as a friend of mine has always said... it's really all relative.

So, whilst ignoring the phone, listening to Tom Waits and drinking coffee...I wrote out a list of "priorities". Now these aren't like the priorities of "do I wash the whites first or the darks?" or "what do I have for dinner? Chicken or Fish?" I am talking LIFE PRIORITIES. But, christ, what are life priorities anyway? What is life anyway?

A dear friend of mine said last night "Why can't we get a break?" I guess I feel like I am in over my head with all the shit that is going on in my life. I look at it now and realize that sure it's shit, but hey, it isn't going to last forever. Unless of course I die today, then I suppose in context it did last 'forever'.

Anyway! The priorities... I put myself as number one, of course. But see that is really a hard thing to do. Think about all of the things you execute in a day. Are they really for you? Even if they are for another person, do you benefit from it in the end? I find that some of the things that I have been doing have been not for myself at all... now that can't be all that bad right? But then there is that dirty word 'expectation' and it seems that I have fallen into that pot again. Dammit. I was doing really well there for a while. So, I decided to be very conscientious of what I do for whom and if I gain from it. It is then decided that I am going to be there for my friends, but in order to do this effectively I need to be there for myself, and that the energy I put in will have some sort of return. I suppose its a 'capital' idea?

Don't get me wrong, certainly it is not about solely searching to do things for your gain. Well... actually it is, but this, this is more defined as such: I like you, your company makes me feel happy, so yes, I will be there for you in some capacity so that you are happy, and therefore I will enjoy your company more.

See? I benefit because I like you already, and now you are happy and so then... I like you even MORE! Happy is good...

I have also decided that I am creating stress for myself (can you say UNHAPPY!?), because it is easier to wallow in the filth that life can be, rather than spend the energy and rise above it. So, rise I will! Or at least will when I finish my coffee.

I long for a life where I function as well as I envision myself being. Where I never put a condition on another person, where I can freely love a person and know that they have no fear of expectation, and that I don't as well. Where I don't have to explain or have fear of being misunderstood, and neither does the other person. I guess the only thing to do is actually try.

Like my horoscope for the day said... (whoa... freaky...)
"Look on life as a thrilling game, not as a drama."

MONDAYS?

they suck. Big time.
I hate Monday. I hate it.
Hate is a strong word... and I am hurling it towards Monday.
Jerk.



not really the most intellectual post, eh? I think its due to the fact I am freaking tired and stressed out...?

(say something smart... com'on you can do it...)

T accounts are t accounts because they look like T's.
(really, actually its true...)
there, smartness for the day, and especially for the MONDAY...
Bastard Monday...

SATURDAY night with the accountants...

Well folks...
I have the internet... at home.
This is a good thing.. and maybe not such a good thing.. I tend to be addicted to wierd websites...
so, sitting at home, typing away.. drinking a fab bottle of red wine...
red wine is totally delish...
It's saturday night, and I am home alone... SHOCKING! but loving it anyway... I don't really get to do this very often as of late... and well there you go.
well...
There you have it.
done....