Things that I love when it's 85 degrees out

 Heatwave!

 Not the song so much as the actual melting, sweaty, miserable event. San Diego has had some of the muggiest weather the past few weeks. I don't know how anyone can live in a place that has these kinds of summers. Every year for pete's sake!

 So, sun tea has in constant supply. A $3 box of plain old Lipton black tea and I think I'll be good til Christmas.

 Fans are on constant rotation in the house. We could just turn on the AC like normal folk but then I might never leave the house.

Also, shorts are in here at Ole Miss. Unfortunately, I only have two pairs so my wardrobe lately has been well.. sloppy. But on the plus side, I can't stop listening to Janis Joplin today. Have some.

Hollow Even

Last night, we celebrated Halloween in the tradition ways- beer, fake blood, friends and bad dance contests. I went as Edgar Allen Poe's The Red Death. Unfortunately, no one got it. I really gotta stop doing cerebral costumes.

  Blaine was Ash from The Evil Dead movies. Note the actual chainsaw attached to his hand there. CJ replayed her cowboy outfit from last year after some mishaps with her original costume.

Fun party with some great people but the fun didn't continue. I woke up this morning surprisingly unhungover and proceeded to drop a ladder on my foot. Yup, ladder. On my foot. So now, I'm stuck on the couch with a seriously swollen, bruised foot. Happy Halloween indeed.

Middle of the Week Stuff

I've come to realize my posts can be almost evenly split into two categories. The Vintage Escapades and The Humdrum Bitching. This is going to be one of the latter. Only not too much bitching I promise.

It's been actually a very good week. I finally-finally received my ID from the pit of hell DVM. Only 7 months late but what can ya do? Just in time for me to put it to good use at BLAH for their monday showing of the Talking Heads Stop Making Sense. It was such a blast- between the Julian hard cider, friends dancing in the aisle, games of Polynesian poker and the cute bartender I was too shy to talk to. (Ok, side note- what is with me and bartenders? I can go back and pick out at least a dozen posts where I'm fawning over a sexy drink server. Odd) Anyway, a great time but sadly no photos as yet to accompany. CJ had the camera that night and likes to keep them for herself.

Ok, on to a little bit of bitching. Somehow, with all my glorious brain capacity- I've forgotten my password to the FL and have thusly been barred out for weeks now. It's terrible. I cannot for the life of me remember and I started it so long ago, it's linked to a now defunct email address so I can't even reset my password. Damn!

Oh, Richard! If you happen to read this, I'm sorry I never wrote you back! I swear, I haven't been  trying to ignore you, dear.

Terrible technology, ruining friendships and making me angry.

And onto my last bit of non-vintage news, my dear good friend Miss Eka is leaving. We're losing her to Portland and the great wild northwest and I'm not too pleased about it! So, I thought I'd go back and relive some of the hightlite of our friendship, blogger style.

Stupid Portland, they have all the beards and now they're taking my friends!

This is a bad month already.
I found out last night that a friend passed away after surgery complications. Today, I was told my great uncle asked to be taken off life support. In both cases, it's something of a blessing I guess. They were sick and now they are out of that pain.

I'm finding that the hardest part about being an atheist is having no one to rail against and no one to say to "Stop taking people from me."

An Illness Post

I'm sick.
Godawful cough like gravel in my chest. I had to venture out this morning for water and sick supplies and came back breathless and sweaty. Terrible. Also, for some reason, no one carries Vicks 44 anymore. It's the best cough syrup on earth and now I'm stuck with Robitussin which tastes like liquid death.

It's not all bad though. I've spent the last 3 days on the sofa watching sappy period movies on netfilx. I have the Tudors lined up on queue. It's just too bad I'm supposed to cater tomorrow morning. I just hope I can get through it without passing out.

Posting from a hospital room

It's been a crazy couple of days- my brother took a trip to Sharp on Tuesday. And I am tired!

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Compiled Crap

A list of things that are bugging me right now-

1. I come back to work after a lovely holiday vacation to find out I'm taking a $2.5 paycut. We're losing our contract with the school- which means tight times to come for the company. And it also means I may never get out of the southbay.

2. Recently, I was made aware that my louse father is expecting a baby with his "my aged" girlfriend. Ugh. Ignoring this until another post.

3. My utter inability to find a workable pair of winter boots. I've ordered and returned three pairs so far. Damn my scrawny legs- they make me look like I'm playing dress up in Mommy's boots.

4.  A six month dearth of any sort of .... male affections is starting to take its toll.

I heard the version of New Slang the Shins did with Sam Beam

finally. and its so beautiful and it makes me miss you so much. and I've got no one to tell but this christing blog.

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Temperatures above 100 degrees put in a bad mood. I hardly left the house this entire long weekend. Just sat around the house and melted.

I can't blame my hermitness completely on the weather though. News that The Ex got engaged this week rocked me quite a bit. I found out early Thursday morning, zombied through work and then went home to cry. I hate post breakup events. I mean, really, can't ex boyfriends just move away to Alaska and leave me to get over them in peace?

I made cupcakes at midnight just so I could have something sugary and indulgent to eat. 

What makes this situation even harder to stomach is KJ  isn't around. She cut out of my life a few months ago without any explanation and all attempts to talk to her have been blocked. I guess 2 years of close friendship are trumped by those with cooler and more overbearing personalities. Damn it, I'm finished off those cupcakes.