Do you even want to know what he's doing?

Magazine shoot, interview. Hung around giggling most of the time. Got a lot of "And who are you?" looks. Love it.

Justin: "You wanted to rip that girl's face off, didn't you? I could see that look in your eyes!"

False!

Dinner and laughs. I can't wait for the wedding and dancing and fun! He promises to dance.

And no work. Vacation from work will be the best.

Love sleepy kisses.

Hot, sweaty photoshoot.

Incognito picture.

It's going to be so cute.

He got a bit sweaty.

Have I not posted this yet?!

Back in July in Boston. My crazy momz.

Matt last night:
"Did your mom have anything to drink that night?"
"No. She doesn't drink. That's my mom."

She made everyone sit and take a picture with her; even denying Justin's right to pee for five minutes.

Hahahahahaha

Latina firecracker to the max. I love her.

Mil gracias para los aretes.

What's with today today?

Okay, so there is a lot I keep to myself. Thoughts, feelings, memories, etc. I simply don't share and will never share them because they're mine.

Maybe I'll write them down, tuck them away. Every once in a while something will have to be broken of its silence. Maybe it's something I'm willing to share because I trust someone. It's a good sign.

I'm a keeper of secrets. And these aren't all dark secrets. These are things I'd rather not clue everybody into, mainly because I enjoy knowing that I'm the only one. I assume everybody has their own trove of rare, delectable secrets.

And I stumble onto something that demonstrates I'm not the only one who had these thoughts. I'm not original and the only one. I should have stopped, but I just kept going. I did it mainly to break myself. To drill it in my head, and get past the fact that I'm not singular, a center. I'm much like everyone else, fortunately or unfortunately, that's the way we are. Much more similar to each other than different. And I think I'm the better for it. Maybe I won't be in my head too much anymore. Get over, get past, keep going.

Don't ask questions about this; I won't share.

My lonely heart it falls apart for you to mend!

"Up in Arms" by the Foo Fighters always puts a silly grin on my face. I need to start compiling a list of songs that do that.

1. Up in Arms - Foo Fighters (grin begins when the drums kick in. Makes me want to jump on a bed in a teenage-like riot of joy and pretend to know how to play the drums.)

This has been the first installment of "Smiling Like I Mean It."

Seis meses.

Practice.

Sadduhday.

Le Dagger gave us a five-course meal ticket in celebration of our six months of making her vom. Delish!

His Japanese whiskey and wii and a yorkie and friends and sleepoverz!

Jiscilla, Erica, Christy, Becca + Monster ftw.

ps how come my sk didn't have service all day??

Jesse + Jonah = BFFS.

Friday night.

My last entry may have been a bit incoherent. We may have been a bit incoherent that night.

"I really don't appreciate you throwing trash on me."

In other news of the evening, six months later and I has diamonds. Who thought I'd be this lucky?

Jonah.

"Dude, when are we going to ak? I'm not gonna get anything here." We're at Satsko's right now.

Hahahahahahahha

Grumble, grumble.

I don't think I'm capable of holding a cup of coffee without spilling it.

I got the black lung, pops.

Volunteered to sweep out his new storage space(s).

The dust = poor decision.

Shower necessary, television mandatory, current gin standings:

38-36, me. Or 50-38, him. Depending on whose side you're on.

Kick some rocks.

He's back.

Monday got groceries to cook, found him already there...well, discovered sideburnless stranger in my bed when I thought I was alone and screamed.

"It wasn't a decision, it was a surprise."

Anytime's cease on happy hour sent Jonah and Trevor into rages. We happily drank.

Won in Sorry, lost in Sorry, Sorry fights!

The Format last night @ Webster = amazing, but next time please limit opening bands to less than FIVE.

Saw Le Dagger dj for a bit and got to see all the lovely ladies I love in my life...but sleepiness overcame and our hips couldn't shake with the best of them.

Poor weather, stuck at work, a promise of couch and marathons keeping me going...

Oh hey.

Yeah, we watched High School Musical 2. And, um, it magically paused at this moment. Zac Efron, is he good-looking?

Monster spent the night!

Saturday night party time !

The fun continued into the evening at Perry's. Katie Brown got a lot of talk out of Fernando. Perry's shoes make me drool. Back to AK...but was left unimpressed by the dj-less party, so headed home with Erica, Becca, and Jiscilla.

Saturday rooftopz.

Perry's rooftop for some drank, some sun, some fun with good people. Also, tacos.

Lurve!

Friday night = Jiscilla's birthday.

The Tarts of Pleasure did it up right at AK for Jiscilla's birthday party! We danced into the nighr, and got stoked when it turned into a pop-punk fest: taking back sunday, fob, panic, the used....haha. It was so fun - I felt nineteen. So. Much. Fun.

I prefer that you keep it.

Texts and calls from the video shoot...soooooo stoked to see it.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

(but obvs more stoked for monday. obvs!)

Adam Santiago is an awesome boy.

Jiscilla's birthday tomorrow!

Come party!

This is all I can do from work right now. Take a picture of my monitor. HA.

We're going to have sooooo much fun....don't you want to join?!

Leopard print is in for destiny.

Literate & stylish.

Last night I decided to forgo the usual Trainwreckin' for some couch time & LA Ink.

I also updated my (relatively new) iPod with some albums I found in my old cd booklet. Um, Something Corporate's "Leaving Through the Window," New Found Glory's ST, and Taking Back Sunday's "Tell All Your Friends." All from that era when I still wore wrist bands and had a studded spike belt.

On the way to work this morning I switched from what's become my usual (Tegan & Sara) and put on TBS. Total transgression to freshman year of college!

I haven't listened to the album in a while, and they kind of died to me when John Nolan & co left the band. I haven't gotten into any of their other stuff too much.

Can I tell you that I won a contest to introduce them onstage at the Worcester Palladium? Because I was on their street team. Because I was so pop punk. Because I was a teenager. Dude, I wore a Monty's Fan Club t-shirt on stage! Also, it was one of the most embarassing moments of my life and Steve will never let me live it down.

Okay, maybe I shouldn't have told you that contest bit.

Time zones, photoshoots, barfing.

I miss Boyfriend.

She's so lucky, she's a star.

Britney Spears apparently going to open this year's VMA's?!

Comeback or trainwreck, there's no way this will be boring.

(Erica, I'm totally patenting the saying "trainwreck or comeback.")

Jessica "Barftime" Parker.

We went bowling with Becca, her dad & friends!

Lauren Ashley was totally jealous my bowling shoes said "cobra" on them - ha.

Our team (as it read on the tele): Dad Dagger Barftime Twatwaff

We won! I came in first overall with a score of 94. Oh hai!

Headed to Continental, then free Head Automatica show, then Beauty Bar.

Still sickly, still tired, still missing him.

Everybody's a fan !

Sleepover.

Um, yes, we finally saw High School Musical because everyone in the effin' country is talking about it and Zac Efron is on the cover of Rolling Stone. What?!

PS We're obsessed. Duh.

DO WANT!

Curbside dins. Another epic classic.

Quotables:

"Can I make out with someone I don't hate???"

"Hot topic!" (sung to the "Hot Pocket" jingle)

"What if he walks by, stops at the window and goes, 'ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ME? ...are you talking about ME?"

The Ray v. Ray Debacle -
"Okay, I saw Ray the other day--"
"Wait. I'm confused. Your Ray or my Ray?"
"My Ray...so, I saw him the other day..."
"Wait, your Ray or my Ray?"
"MY RAY!!"
"You saw him the other day?"
"Yes."
"Your Ray?"
[At this point, I'm crying in my laughter.]
"MY RAY. I SAW HIM YESTERDAY!!"
"But I thought you saw my Ray with his family on the sidewalk the other day?"
"I DID! BUT YESTERDAY I SAW MY RAY! DIFFERENT RAY!"
"Okay, I get it now."

"AUGUST 17th!!!"
"Is her birthday..."
"REALLY?! How did I not know that?! I was going to say it's when High School Musical 2 comes out!!"

[To the waiter]
"Now, this 'fakin' - is it the same as the bacon I had the other morning for breakfast?"
Waiter: "Uhh..."

"Rob...you know...he doesn't have a hand...Handless Rob!!"

"Barftime!"

"I think we lost Jiscilla."

"Who wants to have a boob hanging out while all this goes down?"
One of us raises her hand and shrugs.

"Do not want. Do not want. DO WANT!!!"

Also: Curbside Speed Dating. It's happening. And I'm the host/facilitator.

Hangry cat.

There was two cats sleeping on eachother before I got to this pic, but...what are cats doing begging for money on 5th Ave? There was also bowls of catfood. What?

Albums.

Tegan & Sara's "The Con" is taking over the #2 spot this year so far.

The album is beating Ryan Adams, but "Easy Tiger" didn't play on repeat for two days straight. He'll have to settle for #3.

And it's hard to be unbiased, but "Even if it Kills Me" is the best thing I've heard this year. I'm completely serious. The amount of repeats of that album can't even be counted anymore...

No pics of last night's festivities.

Festival stories over margaritas with Perry & Erica. The girls crack me up.

Trainwreck T's per usual...a beer, some dancing...and I'm getting sick.

This morning's downpour = 2.5 hours and many actual train wrecks trying to get to work.

Still sick. Sadface. Need rest rest rest !

Obsessed. FACT.

His lock, my key.

Chicago with him.

He partied with R. Kelly the night my flight was delayed four hours. Seriously.

Miss him already.