Monday.

As I was driving down I-15 this morning, my rear driver's side tire decided to explode, yes EXPLODE. This happened to be one of the rare occasions I was not driving 85 MPH on the freeway, and as soon as I made my way to the far right emergency lane, I proceeded to thank my grandmother a thousand times in a row for the fact that I was alive. I called roadside assistance and they showed up and changed the tire and then I was on my way. Quite an exciting morning.

Yesterday I met Melissa and Jenny at Steiner pool and we layed in the sun and swam for a bit. Jenny was watching her dad's house while he was out of town riding the MS-150 so we went over for beer and girl talk; which resulted in the unanimous decision to host a sex toy party next weekend. Can you imagine the pictures? Stay tuned.

Butch's basil garden that smells like heaven



I have Friday off. Hallelujah.

Pleasure principle.

Friday it down-poured for 10 minutes, I missed critical mass because of work and listened to too much Black Sabbath and Mettallica after I got into a really bad mood. Then I remembered that I love the following:

semi-sweet chocolate chips, PBR, & Camel filters


ham hock and the shit covered fire escape


Lola


Levi Daniel Whitman

and I quit being a baby and channeled my energy into cleaning almost my entire apartment to a sparkling shine, popped in an old Jerry Seinfeld stand up DVD and waited for Levi to come home.

This morning I rode to the farmers market with Candice, Seth and Tyler. I bought some handmade patchouli soap (that I can't wait to soak in) but nothing else because I do not like the following items that dominated the rest of the market: bing cherries, snow peas, rainbow chard, or cloves of garlic smaller than my fist. No thanks.

Then Candice and I drove up Emigration Canyon to meet Seth, Tyler, Nate, and Ryan at Ruth's Diner:

It was gorgeous out and perfectly hot enough to drink cocktails at noon while waiting for our table. I love this place now and want to take everyone I know there. Candice, thank you very much for a lovely morning.

I want a nap.

Hungover.

Too much Pabst and Seagrams by the firepit at Melissa and Chavis' last night.

Levi puked on the phone and I woke up still drunk on Saturday morning.

I move in to my new apartment tomorrow!

California flashback.

I just found this on the internet from my trip home in March.

Please note the drunk goggles and lack of pigment in my skin.

Next week I'm going to have a million things to update about, but right now I'm at my mother's planning out how to decorate my new apartment (assuming I get it, that is). So until then, live long and prosper.