Any way you need me.

Listening to Garbage's Version 2.0. Shirley Manson and Gwen Stefani and Dave Grohl adorned my walls in high school.

No Doubt have demos ready. !@$3@!^&!!!1

I will be dissecting the Lost season finale until it's return in February 2008. Gah.

Terrace hangs with Kelly and pages always fun. Glorious seclusion in the dusky heat. I love my friends. And yes, even that dude who follows me around.

Tried visiting Jeff @ the Bubble, but they took away their phones apparently? Eep!

Fakey in-law in-flight. Impress, Jessica, impress!

Wiiiiiiiiiiiii!

Okay, I'm a bit obsessed with wii tennis.

That is all.

We liked Ocean's Thirteen.

Though The Dagger looks less than enthusiastic, I swear she had a good time.

Memorial.

Weekend. Friday to Worcester with my faves Erica and That Dude. Hot hot hot hot heat smother sweat gross.

Saturday my parent's vow renewals. Twenty-five years together...wow. Beer me that anniversary cake. Wiffle ball! They got married within two months of meeting each other. What?!

Flip Cup with adults. Uno. Sorry - The Dagger for the lead. Dread Pirate - me FTW.

Sunday to Providence Place. Got some red Nike's with cute heart.

Memorial Day bus back to bk. Now in New Jersey for another poker game. I was in the final four. Jesse finally beating me...haha. Crappy hands for this girl.

Don't want to go to work tomorrow.

Still sans walls.

My boyfriend's really effin' hot when he plays poker.

Poker.

Went to Jersey for poker last night. Tons of fun. I was doing pretty well, this one girl among six dudes. Had them for a while there...but lost out in the end.

I think I impressed.

Le Dags.

Last night on the couch:

V. Mars. Honk! Honk! Beep! Beep! (Meow?) Sorry.

And that is why I love her.

Word of the day.

Inadequate.

Blinded by the light.

Last week fully exhausting. Met up with Jesse & Erica for fun mid-afternoon drinks. Came home to some more drink and Lost. Two bottles gone...oops. Couldn't even make it out the door...oops again. Oof again. Lucky to have that dude around to watch out for me.

Rachel & Rawan's birthday party at our apartment. Oh the glory of celebration with out of towners Sabrina and Felicia. Visit much too short.

Lazy Sunday curled in bed, exceedingly comfortable in the heat, falling to sweet dreams intermittently. Team effort on burritos for dinner. Yum. Beat Jesse & Erica in Sorry twice...reigning champion - fact.

Question: was the season finale of The Office mightier than a black bear?

Answer: "Wait, what was the question?"

I got lucky again...meaning, I fell asleep while that dude took care of my laundry. He was up until 530 am. Thank you, mister.

Thank you again and again and again.

This Monday was not too bad. But I'm already wishing for the weekend...

I'm kinda.

Drunk....

Send to hiplog. Haha

Move along.

Woke up at 630 am (!!!) to check out All-American Rejects on the Today Show. It's a few blocks from where I work, Kelly got us in a special section, and I was there with all mah friendz!

Woke up feeling shitty, but my friends in the pre-work dawn cured my workday blues.

Day's going by so fast. Also, it's Friday !

Sickly.

Whole work day spent in a haze of nausea and coughing. A cute boy cured me. He showed me a cat video on youtube when I got home.

Thank you.

Elvis Costello.

...has an amazing voice.

Sat VIP style bc somebody mistook us as friends of the band. Oh hey there, Steve van Zandt. Wtf?!

Not feeling too hot. Sleep needed...

So so so lucky.

He's the best thing to come home to after a rough day. Turns it all around.

HappyBack.

Free dress last night @ Ben Sherman store one year anniversary party. Hella score!

Elvis Costello night @ pmc. Happy Birthday roomie!

Bit of a sleepwalking incident last night. A few weeks ago I was found in Erica's bed spooning her. This would actually be quite normal if I wasn't also tugging on her hair.

Tonight - Elvis Costello @ Nokia.

Photos from the last few days: post-Stolen Tranz @ AK47 eats with my faves, the Cartel video for "Say Anything (Else)" @ Foot Locker while shopping with Jesse (ps I'm in the video), Alana & Dimitry @ Republic....unfortunately no photos of the Monty Are I (Montourage) party scene the other night. Very hush hush and on the q-t.

I lurve my friends.

Unbelievably happy & lucky.

Gambit.

Okay, I'm a weirdo. Fact. A geek. Fact.

X-Men 4 looks like it might be a go. For now, I'm letting go of the fact that Brett Ratner will probably be directing again. I'm stifling my anger because Josh Holloway aka Lost's Sawyer is in talks to play Gambit. They're finally bringing around Gambit?! The ace. The gambler. The hot one. And I do believe when casting rumors were going around for X-Men 3, I was totally imagining Holloway as Gambit.

I'm trying to update more often. Also, I took a picture of the screen that brought me the news.

I am a dork. Fact.

Emoman 3.

Caught a late show of Spiderman 3 with Erica and Jesse last night. It blew. Bruce Campbell FTW, as always. "That happened to Jiscilla, too." Dark Spidey was way too emo for his own good.

At least my faves were there.

Few daze.

Can't even quantify Bamboozle. Insanity. Saturday's best set was the Great American Freedom Machine...closely followed by Muse. Closely followed by the Curbside Gang. Sunday's was Monty Are I. So great to see Steve and those Rhode Island people. New Jersey turned out to be fun.

Monday back at work. Great dinner with friends. Jesse got the Frito (Lay) Pie. Seriously.

Tuesday night board games with Jesse and Erica. Always fun with those two.

Yesterday started out awful. Work didn't make things better. But when you have somebody to meet you after work for some mac n cheese, hug you, check out a reading with Irvine Welsh and Chuck Palahniuk, run some errands, and then take you out dancing...well, your whole day can turn around.

Danced it up for Dmitry's birthday at Sutra with Erica and Jesse. Saw a few other faves there...

Back at work today. Stoked to sleep in this weekend.

Post day one.

We're here at the giants stadium players club watching the boxing match. Mc hammer has 1000 on mayweather.

Pre.

He's back for Mexican food, debates about Seinfeld, and le Boosh off Soho. And he brought me back European trinkets...like a high seas explorer to his lady. Except I don't think admirals buy their women Pocket Staches.

Thursday book release party - "Everybody Hurts." Buy the book! So many people are in town. All a waitin' for the weekend's festival.

Work today drags. Satellite office for most of the day. Not-my-desk had dismantled letters on it.

Tonight, the return of Stolen Transmission. Best. Party. Ever.

Then it's off to New Jersey!

He's back !

And all mine.

Secret.

I'm kind of stoked for tomorrow.

And by that statement I mean I can't even concentrate at work today, I probably won't sleep tonight, and I'll be spazzing when I get out of work tomorrow.

Hm. What could possibly induce this behavior? Or should I say who....?