good morning?

i do not fucking think so.
good god.
i've been up for since 7.
i have gotten shit for sleep for days and i'm starting to show signs of wear...
the kids' new bunkbeds were supposed to be delivered.
so the fucking furniture truck guy called to give us a delivery time window.
8-9:30.
hubby's golfing.
so i had to go take apart two cribs, haul them out to the garage, and move the rest of the furniture out of there, vacume, and...oh yeah, wash all the crayon off that the boys had put on the walls.
yeah, i know.
i didn't have to leave all of that until this morning.
but i did.
and keep in mind this is with way too little sleep and way too much beer...
and don't forget that i'm a bitch when i wake up even on a good day.
and i feel like a truck ran over me.
in fact, one may have, i don't remember.
last night got a bit crazy.

so.
enough of the morning after bitchfest.
let's talk about last night.
dinner with J. & A. at a fabulous little mexican joint.
i love good mexican food.
and beer.
and really hot salsa.
and beer.
...did i mention beer?
okay, so then we headed to our favorite little bar.
which was having karaoke...
dun dun DUN.

so when we got there, things were pretty quiet.
played some pool, chatted.
other people started trickling in.
then my friend Becky called, to get directions so she could meet us.
and she brought a friend.
so, she forced me to sign up for karaoke with her.
Betterman, Pearl Jam.
and you know what?
we actually didn't sound like shit.
we rocked that joint.
and there were cute boys, including one particularly cute one with a huge spikey mohawk.
who were, among others, all over Ms. Becky.
made me miss being single.
for about .0003 seconds.
blah.

i think i actually had interesting things to say about the night.
but they're gone.

the good news is, i'm going to get my hair foo foo-ed today.
color, possibly a trim.
i know.
it's a huge thrill.
are you glad i shared?
fuck off.
whenever you're reading along, and you start thinking "who cares???"
just reach inside your pants and do what comes naturally.
cuz seriously.
my life is boring as hell.
i just know how to weed out the really bad parts.
trust me.
you want boring?
oh i'll give you boring.
i got boring pouring out of my ass.
err...ew.
whatever.
at least it rhymed...
and i'm not kidding:
you have no idea what monotonous crap i'm sparing you.
and hopefully it'll stay that way.
i'm making no promises.
none.
oh except this one: i promise to continue being rambly and brambly and tangled and twisted.
oh yeah, and i promise to keep writing smut.

okay. time to go take the dreaded shower.
why the hell did my brain choose that adjective??
fucking weirdo.

yeah, i'm not loving the sign off line anymore.
gotta work out the kinks, i guess.
no i didn't say anything about Kinky.

so, have a great day and don't be a sucka!
(but be a suck-er or a suck-ee if you have the chance)