When Ghostrunner Attacks!

Somtimes my life is so weird I can hardly see straight.

Maybe it's because I slept in my contacts for the past two nights. I never do that. Usually, no matter how fucked up I am, I remember to do that.

Not that I was more fucked up than usual, because last Friday kind of wins, but I have no idea why I didn't do that.

This message is brought to you by Sunday, a very rare occurence of Porn and Chocolate.

Don't worry. I didn't sleep with another Roommate.

Devon just said he wanted to have sex with a wereleopard.

Sometimes my life is so weird I can hardly see straight.

Roll a joint? Smoke a bowl? Roll a joint?...you get the picture.

Happy Easter, kids. Speaking of rising from the dead, I just shared with Abby the proof of my own resurrection and subsequent findings on the theory I had freshman year of college:

Carrie's Thesis? You can totally party a cold away.

Take that, bi-otch. [to be read in Dave Chappelle's voice]

Indeed I did. I have to say that it is pretty impressive; I knew I'd wake up Saturday, sprawled out at Flatplex, feeling as if God himself had come down to punish me for defiling Good Friday they way I did and curse my children and my children's children with this thing. I wake up though...[internal monologue approaching twelve o'clock] ewww my contacts are still in, ugh, I slept here again, ooo here comes a cough--

[coughs up alien ball of phlegm]

end scene. Now I'm better. I found the correct blend of booze, pot, and cigarettes to nip this thing in the bud. Well done, I say, 'ole girl.

Sometimes my life is so weird I can hardly see straight.

I slow-danced with Spring on Friday [to some punk music--of course] and she told me she misses hanging out [a sentiment I echoed as well] and asked me how my life was. I told her things seemed to have gotten a little weird for me lately.

"Why? Because you fucked Junebug?"

Well, that answers that question.

We chat about this for some while, still dancing all the while. She tells me that Sleazy wasn't pissed about Junebug, but apparently got really drunk one night and got pissed at Spring, and yelled, "You fucked my girlfriend!" To which Spring replied, "She's a lovely girl and you broke up with her. So we did it, maybe we'll do it again, we'll see." Which, in case you were wondering, is the correct answer.

That girl warms my heart like whiskey on a cold day.

She wanted to know how Junebug was, see, she's done two out of three of Ghostrunner. But I hold the glorious distinction of going three for three and a chick. There's only so much I can do, and debating the sexual prowess of the members of Ghostrunner even makes me cringe a little. I don't tell her much, this situation had gotten extremely surreal, and then a fake mosh pit breaks out. I believe I was held upside-down at some point. Perhaps I just felt that everything had been turned upside-down and my perspective adapted to that.

There's still just too much to go into. Like a bug to a bug zapper I am, and I try to get it all out before I fry myself.

Yeah, I'll walk the plank
I'll jump with a smile
If I'm gonna go down,
I'm gonna do it with style.

But, for now, there is a pressing question between a bowl or a joint, and food to be ordered. And all the while, needing to leave time for a divine resurrection and the forgiveness of sins. Oh, and I rented Bridget Jones.