MAN, i'm cool!
ok, i know it's been eleventy-billion years since i've written anything, but my pooter is still broken, and it makes me sad. so, ok, i guess it's time for some sort of anne update. well, went back home a coupla weeks ago for the giving of thanks, that was good times. met up with my friend dori, who i used to play football with when i was but a wee lass, she's still cool as fuck...hung out with the bryan, called the jenny, she didn't call me back (aHEM)...hung out with the will crane, and he gave me a shout out on his radio show, so now i'm radio-famous...kinda...i ate so much food on saturday that i threw up...that was AWESOME..kinda...found out that the movie that i'm in is playing at the kentucky theatre next friday, the 17th...you bitches had better be there and watch me die a horrible, bloody death. ooh, speaking of bloody deaths, i saw good ol' lee lyons at the fishtank...i was like, "what the fuck, i haven't seen you in a billion hours", so that was weird...my cat is now so fat that he doesn't really walk anymore, he just kinda rolls around...i'm taking the pooter to jerry's to have him fix it..i'll just leave it with him while megan and i go out..i swear, i see her more now that they're married than i did before...btw, megs and i were talking, and if anyone wants to get together next week for a hot game of cranium, call my ass. oh, yeah, and i'll be back in lex vegas next week...did i mention that? i get there wednesday, so holla. hmm, what else, what else, what else? can't wait to have a dork day, when RotK comes out on dvd...it's LotR marathon time, baby. and since everyone is done with finals on wednesday, me, dori, bryan, and megs are going out to get SHIT-faced, cause, you know...we can. my fingers are so cold that they aren't finging anymore..i hate when they don't fing..it's unnatural...and by the way, feez, i had a BLAST when you and burke and big bry came to visit me...it was fan-fucking-tastic. it's so rare that people actually give enough of a shit about me to come and see me...it's nice that someone did...and yes, everyone else...that guilt trip was for YOU, you know who you are. ok, well, i think i might as well go see the boys play down at ashley's, even though those assholes are charging me FIVE dollars to get in. maybe i'll be the official guitar pick carrier so i can be "with the band" and get in for free. i'm such a tight ass. and that's money-wise, you perverts. so, have a lovely day, and if you're lucky, i'll write later. the end.