"OMGWTFBBQ", offical holliday of the most nuts weekend ever
So, after a weekend of shitty moody ick, I have duely noted that the first weekend in october tends to be a heavy hitter: It's simultaneously the weekend formerly known as my aniversary with Jackass, and this sunday happened to be the one year on the dot of my dumping him... on top of this it was the same weekend Grant and I had started to date (Pimps 'n' Hoes party). I'm sure at this point that there must be other grand, life-altering events on this date that I just don't have specifically associated with the first weekend in October. So I spend a good portion of the weekend just thouroghly "$#@&! *tears*" and it's not till last night around 9pm, while Alex is doing his damndest to cheer me up, that I realize what day it is and these bizarre correlations and we decide on something: From hence foward the first weekend in October is a holiday to be known as the O, My God, What the Fuck Bar B Que (aka OMGWTFBBQ), a time to keep eachother sane and eat hickory/misquite smoked pumpkin pie. And so be it! Huzzah.
On another note: ZOMBIES IN MY DREAMS! I swear to god! Insane dream! feeling like I'm either in an episode of the X-Men or in the Dreaming if it were real, blending of many physical places, weird blending of people (real and immaginary! --dreaming characters and real people!) Jumping off of rooftops, being tainted with zombie-ness, hiding behind blackout curtains from zombie hunters, my mother ironing clothes in the livingroom throughout all of this, and Alex and I trying to decide where in the house to sleep--the beds are all too small...
...weird.
Anyway.
That's enough of that.
On another note: ZOMBIES IN MY DREAMS! I swear to god! Insane dream! feeling like I'm either in an episode of the X-Men or in the Dreaming if it were real, blending of many physical places, weird blending of people (real and immaginary! --dreaming characters and real people!) Jumping off of rooftops, being tainted with zombie-ness, hiding behind blackout curtains from zombie hunters, my mother ironing clothes in the livingroom throughout all of this, and Alex and I trying to decide where in the house to sleep--the beds are all too small...
...weird.
Anyway.
That's enough of that.