You're A Ghost In The Limelight

Halloween.

I cannot express to you how much I love Halloween. I love seeing people in their costumes. It amazes me sometimes how creative people really are.

This year I have struggled with ideas. I've had ten million different ideas and have been unable to settle on one. Normally I can't think of anything because I feel like it "won't be good enough." ... I always set way too high of expectations for myself and then fail miserably when it comes to this costume business.

This year I was able to celebrate Halloween at work. This is something I've never been able to do since all of my past jobs have been in fields where your costume would go up in flames in about 2.5 seconds, or possibly get caught in a conveyor and drag you to your wallowing death.

At the office I work at now we have an "events council" or something like that. Basically there's a few very creative people in our office that plan events. Today we had our Halloween Potluck. Everyone brought in some sort of dish. We had more food than we knew what to do with so we sat around in our costumes for about two hours while we ate, took pictures, and watched the original dracula in our new board room. Apparently our new projection screen gets put to good use. So far it's only been used for one presentation that I know of, but gets used daily at lunch where we can sit around and watch tv over our lunch break if we feel like it.

Anyways I'm getting off track.

There were some really great costumes. One too many witches as per usual (it amazes me that people still dress up like witches...) but there were a select few that were extremely creative.

This is Mary as a bee!

My boss Larry and his wife/common law/mother of his baby as R2D2 and Princess Leia (speling?) Sorry folks, not a star wars nerd. His R2D2 costume was quite well done though, it even had sound effects.

Klara and I. She's sailormoon if you can't guess that already. I however have to explain myself now because my costume became and epic fail today so I had to last minute bail on my costume dress and just wear a regular green dress of mine instead. I was SUPPOSED to be Mother Nature but it really doesn't look like I'm anything in particular... just some random with leaves and glitter on her face.

The people who dressed up... Please enlarge to see Miss Piggy on the far left because I didn't get a chance to get any other pictures of her and her costume was PERFECT.

The forms girls - Mel and Klara as Sailormars and Sailormoon... and Amber as the elf from I think Lord of the Rings. I don't remember the name though...

This costume was by far the funniest. Graham is the only man in the accounting department. He came in as "Grannies gone wild" ... I couldn't get a good picture of his saggy tits, but they were quite hilarious. He had a walkman on his side with the headphones around his neck... fake tattoos and nose rings.. it was just too funny. He kept beating people with his purse which made me just about piss myself everytime it happened.

Me and Raggedy Ann. Her name is in fact Ann.

I had to get a picture with the bee of course!

Someone brought in silly string. What a mess.

Milena and Melissa as Little Red Riding Hood and Hermoine.

And of course Juanita as a dead bride. Her and Mary (the bee) are two of the event planners. As you can tell they're quite creative and over the top when it comes to things like this. Her costume was quite well done.

And last but not least Boon dressed up as a gladiator.

Overall the whole day was a complete waste of time. No one got anything accomplished. Mary had music playing in the accounting department, everyone was running around laughing and taking pictures of everybody. It was extremely difficult working when you're so distracted by some of this stuff.

I love that I get to have two Halloweens though. It works well because I'm completely bailing on the Mother Nature costume now and will be doing something else for tomorrow. It should at the very least get a few laughs out of those who can recognize who I'm dressed up as. It should be entertaining.

Tonight I am going to relax and get into bed early. I'm completely exhausted today. This no sleep thing is catching up to me.

Sunday will be my day of rest and relaxation... combined with some laundry and stuff too of course (gag) ... I don't even feel like doing it but it's gotta be done.

School on Monday. I don't know what I'm feeling yet. I'm excited but at the same time it hasn't entirely hit me yet.

I'll leave you with my favourite story of today.

On Saturday when I was at the shop we were discussing good pubs and Shanks of course got brought into the discussion. My boss had never been so he said the next time him and Les had to go to the airport they'd stop there for lunch.

I got a text message today from him saying: "Me and Les are @ Shanks, er I mean the airport. Good call! the waitress is rockin double E's. Nice!"

I nearly pissed myself laughing. So I wrote him back saying "good luck making it back to the shop now." ... I expected that I'd get a text message 5 minutes later saying "Yeah that won't be happening" but instead I got the most hilarious text message in my life.

"The waitress smells like lube. Seriously. Not in a bad way though."

I almost died. I don't even know where someone comes up with shit like that, but it made my day 10 times better.

New Katatonia has leaked and the album is going to be awesome. "Departer." Amazing song.

I Smile Like I Used To When You Were Around

I decided that I would go back 3 months and read some of my posts.

I wanted to see any progress I may have made these last couple of months, but also to read back to what I was feeling then.

I have ignored these posts for numerous reasons. The most obvious of those reasons is that I wasn't ready to re-live those feelings yet.

Reading some of those old posts and some of the drafts I have saved of posts that were never published is quite the reminder of what's been happening. I realized through my posts that I beat around the bush about how I was truly feeling. I mentioned in one post that I needed a constant positive reminder that everything would be okay, even if it was just coming from myself. That was true, I did need that reminder, but I didn't always believe it.

I wasn't 100% honest about how I felt on here because I knew that anything I said Dario could see. I didn't want him knowing what was really going on in my head. Also, out of respect for him there were some feelings I felt that are best not shared with others as they were not nice.

How I have handled things has been a very strange approach. I never allowed myself time to stop and think. I couldn't face it then and I see that now so my busy life was a direct result in trying to avoid too much alone time. This was something I needed as well because the less time I dwell on things, the less I puke, not eat, not sleep, etc.

My first post back in Vancouver:

I'm home today.

I should be working but I couldn't bring myself to face it today. Tomorrow I will.

I managed to get some groceries though. Now it's time to get myself eating normally.

I miss my family. I wish I could have stayed up there longer. Driving home yesterday sucked.

Vancouver is a pretty empty place when you're here alone.

My second post:

Could someone please just rip the rest of my heart out?

I don't want to feel anymore.

I was in complete shock when this all happened. I hardly blinked that night I was in such a bad state of disbelief. I thought I got through that stage relatively quickly but in reality I've just gotten through it.

This post is the only honest post I was comfortable enough to share. There have been many days like that day, even though none were mentioned. Typically on the bad days I would try to write something nice if I was going to write, if I couldn't get anything nice out then I would avoid publishing anything.

Only this month has the stress of everything really come into play. The first two months since the breakup I basically spent in limbo.

I have not been focused at work at all. I'm extremely forgetful and I have to write every single thing down or I will simply forget to do it. I have always written things down in my agenda so that I never double book things incase I do forget (because lets face it, sometimes that happens) but I'm finding I'm forgetting things now even when they are written down. I've started sending myself emails as reminders.

I haven't been eating properly for the last two months. At first I was eating quite normally, and now I'm eating sometimes only once or twice a day. Then some days I binge eat. I'll have a good week of eating, and then a bad 3 weeks. It's not ideal but unfortunately my eating habits have always been poor so when I factor in a little stress they go right down the shitter. My other problem is that when I do eat I'm not eating as healthy as I should.

I don't sleep properly now. I'm up until at least 1 in the morning. I wake up a lot during the night and I can barely roll out of bed in the morning.

There's just a lot going on between starting school in a couple days, working a monotonous job that I really dislike, Dario being back in town and actually having seen him etc, I suppose it's just adding up.

I have made a great deal of progress. I've had the odd night here and there in the past three months where I lose it a bit. I do have days where I'd just rather not be awake for them. I have days where talking about things with people really gets to me. Sometimes it makes me tear up and sometimes it makes me furious, it all depends on the day. But there have been a lot of good days as well. More good than bad I would say too.

There are still things I will never share on this blog because they are quite personal and there's some things and feelings I want to keep to myself. I realize it's not good to harbour feelings, and I'm not going to, but this is not the place to share those feelings.

I'm finding myself still having angry feelings but I think it's safe to say that I'm starting to move out of that stage as well.

I was invited to the Trevisani Banquet this year which as most people know is an Italian event that I did with Dario, his family, and his friends. There were a few reasons for not going, money being one, I'd be in school all that day being the other... but my biggest reason for not going is I need to have my life separate from his. That was something him and I did when we were together and as a part of my own healing process I feel it's something that I shouldn't do. It's a way for me to start accepting that I am no longer a part of that life and that I'm okay with that.

I am okay with being around him, it's not easy or ideal, but I'm okay with it. I's still hard being around his family because I miss them so incredibly much but that's another thing I just have to deal with.

I feel right now as though if I do these things that I might be denying myself the reality of what things really are now, and I don't want to do that. Him and I have two lives now and I'm still working on embracing mine.

I am proud of how I've dealt with things so far; while some of it may not be ideal it is working for me.

Welcome to the Crazy

It's finally Sunday and I was able to get some much needed sleep. For some reason throughout the last week I've had trouble falling asleep and staying asleep. My bedtimes have turned into 1am bedtimes and I'm waking up at least 3-5 times a night. Needless to say I'm getting more and more tired.

It might possibly just be from nerves and stress etc. On Monday Dario and I talked and decided we would meet up for a drink on the Thursday. I'm not going to lie, I was quite nervous about it all. I didn't think anything bad was going to happen but I still wasn't sure how things would go and if it would be awkward or not.

Thankfully everything went just fine. It wasn't uncomfortable and we talked a lot about some things that needed to be talked about, and then talked a lot about what we've been up to these last few months. I'm thankful that we were able to do this because now we can slowly start working on being in the same room at the same time. There is an event coming up in November that both him and I will be going to so out of respect for eachother and for the rest of the group we will be with we decided the best thing we could do would be to meet and get that first initial awkwardness out of the way.

Last night was Dario's sisters birthday so of course him and I were both there for that so I guess Thursdays meeting was a good thing! haha. I found it much less awkward when we were in a group of people but if we were left by ourselves for a bit then it was a little bit strange at first. You feel like you should be saying something to one another, but you don't really have anything to say. But, so long as there's a few other people there then it's all just fine and I think everything will continue to get easier.

I have noticed some small changes and some big changes in both him and I and I'm finding it easier to realize now where our indifferences were and why we had some of the problems we had. It's a nice feeling and it definitely gives me a lot of closure.

My weekend didn't consist of too much. I made a decision that I wanted a weekend where I didn't feel like a bag of shit when I woke up so on Friday I didn't go out. I planned on sitting at home all night and maybe making some new cd's until I finally decided that spending money on an ipod was definitely something worth doing. I've debated getting one for the last month and a half so I'm glad I finally did that. So I stayed up until 1 syncing everything and loading my music into my itunes and deleting stuff I know I'll never listen to.

I had to get up at 5am to go to work the next day so I didn't get much sleep as per usual. I went out to the shop and put in my 8 hours. However, every Friday and Saturday at the shop is usually a beer Friday or beer Saturday so naturally I stayed for a couple beers. One of the guys we work with likes to make his own beer, moonshine, and I think "scotch." Although Chad will argue that it's not called scotch because it's not made in Scotland, so whatever the equivalent name for it would be is what it is.

The "scotch" -- not so good. He makes a mean moonshine but that's something you don't exactly sit around and drink after work unless you plan on not making it home that night. The beer however was awesome. It was a raspberry honey beer and it's 7%. I'm not even much of a beer drinker but this stuff was very tasty. It's almost like a rickards white but better.

My problem is that beer for some reason seems to get me drunk faster than any other kind of booze. I could sit there and drink gin and tonics all night and I'll be drunk, but not as drunk as I would be if I have say 4-5 beers. It's really really weird. So of course after 3 beers there I was ready for a friggen nap. I made my way home and straight into my bed. Thankfully people texted in that time so I woke up to my phone because apparently our breaker tripped and the whole downstairs and part of the upstairs had no power. AKA no alarm clock.

After a 3 hour nap I got up and started getting ready to go out for Tania's birthday. It was at the foggy dew. The security guard didn't seem to take much of a liking to me since I ended up saying something that was a bit of a touchy subject. The security there has gone way up since the last time I went there about a year ago. I made a "joke" which apparently wasn't a joke at all, because the second I said "wow you guys are thourough, what did somebody get stabbed or something? har har har" he immediately responded with "actually yes," with a complete straight face. I didn't even really know what to say to that other than "oh." Talk about feeling like an asshole.

Of course it was the usual gong show once you get inside. There seemed to be quite a few older people there this time around but the creeps were still out in full force. There was one guy that I had taken a particular interest in as he was quite cute, but then he opened his mouth and all hope was lost. He also danced the entire night, which I'm sorry but that's just too feminine for my liking.

That seems like a weird request but I like guys that are manly men. Initially that's why I found him attractive, cause he was a big guy and very tall. However, he went from "cute" to "douchebag" in about 2.5 seconds flat.

I think it will be interesting to see how this "meeting new people" stuff goes. I've always gone for men in construction. There's good reason for this, and here's my reasoning. I can't date someone who's girlier than I am. I am not a small girl therefor I need someone big so I feel small next to them. I've never done a very feminine line of work up until this year so I need someone who can compete with that a bit and knows more than I do about it so that yet again I can still feel like a girl. It also gives me some common ground which I think is important.

Also, I just love dirty scruffy big men, particularly when they wear carhartts.

Today I'm just going to hang out and do absolutely nothing. Actually that's a lie, I will probably do some laundry since I have to but short of that I will do nothing. I'm going to watch Matilda today. I noticed that Ashley has it and I haven't seen it since I was a kid. I'm curious to see if it really is as good as I remember it being or if this will just forever ruin things for me.

Mark and I were at the candy store last week and we saw all these candies we used to eat when we were kids, one being the candies that are exactly like candy canes but are straight not curved. You can get them in all sorts of flavours like watermelon, sour apple, bubblegum etc etc. I used to always get them from a store in FSJ called "Scuttlebutt" so of course when I saw them I just had to try them again.

It forever ruined my good memory of them. They are NOT as good when you're 22 as they were when you were 7-10.

I have one week until school starts.

Matt Good - On Nights Like Tonight.

A Week In My Life... And Then Some

I've completely shit the bed on this blogging business lately. There's been numerous excuses for it, the main one being that I've been extremely busy.

I'm trying to think back to what I did and I'm having trouble remembering Wednesday for some reason. Actually no I'm not having trouble remembering Wednesday I'm just all screwed up on my days.

On Wednesday Danielle and I met up for coffee, Quan-less of course because she jumped on the sick wagon with the rest of the world. I was pretty much a disaster when I got home. I forgot how poorly my body reacts to caffeine, aka it damn near throws me into a panic attack. One of caffeine's lovely side effects is it can cause your body to go into fight or flight mode... which is why people often have to take a dump after they drink a coffee, or feel a little nauseous. For me, I get into full blown nausea and nervousness. It escalates from there so next time I think I'll just get a hot chocolate as opposed to the chocolate truffle espresso (which by the way is quite tasty.)

On Thursday I had dinner with Rachel and the family which was enjoyable as always. I didn't get home till nearly 11 though, same with the night before that. So no time for blogging there.

Friday night I went out to Toby's with a friend from PG who is here doing his level one steel fab course. That turned into quite a hilarious evening. The band that played that night were quite old (probs about 45+) but they were awesome. No jokes, they played eminem. And the guy that sang was wearing an argyle sweater with a white tie, he was bald and white. It was amaaaazing hahaha. Seriously though they were cool old dudes.

On Saturday night I went out to Schanks with Danielle, Chad, Ryan, Elise, Sonia, Neil, Steve, Mike and Mikes girlfriend (sorry I forget her name already.) That place is AMAZING for sports. I might have to watch some UFC there because wow, so many tv's. Although I find I can't focus on just one, I have a major issue with that.

On Sunday I had to drive out to Langley to get my nails done. This is my other excuse for not blogging. I can't fucking type properly with these things on my fingers and it drives me crazy. I've been avoiding texting and typing ever since. Two girls I work with are doing their nail course out at EnVogue. So naturally they needed models and Klara asked if I would come out for an appointment. I figured free nails, why not! So I headed out there. I really like what she did but they're just too long. Had they been a bit shorter I would be able to function a little more.





The big chunks of sparkly yellow things are actually pieces of shell. Yes that's right. And the little flower, is actually a real flower. Who knew?! I had no idea you could use stuff like that for nails. The nails ended up spurring ideas for Halloween. I'm pretty sure I know what I'm going to be now even though these nails will be lucky to make it to Halloween.

Before I went out to Langley I went grocery shopping and randomly picked up cake mix. I had no particular plans for this cake mix but I ended up coming home and Mark came over to bake rainbow cupcakes with me (stolen from Shaz's idea however hers turn out much better than ours hahaha.)




Mark's cupcakes are on the left... needless to say I think mine are decorated slightly better. They at least don't look like a small poodle shit on them.

Afterwards we watched "Year Zero" which I actually found hilarious. I love Michael Cera though.

Yesterday and today I've taken as my "do sweet fuck all" days. I should make some meat sauce soon but maybe tomorrow night I'll do that.

Dario's cousin is supposed to stop by tomorrow to take a look at the wedding centerpieces I have to see if she wants them or not. Hopefully she does cause they're taking up space in my bedroom right now. Space that I do not have to spare!

So there's my life for the past weekish.

In amongst all that I have been freaking out just a wee bit about school starting. I have about 12 days until school starts which is friggen crazy when I think about it! I'm nervous but excited all at the same time. I'm worried about whether or not there'll be girls there that know more than me hahaha. It seems crazy I know but whatever. I guess it's just weird to think that the time is actually almost here. I've been talking about doing this for years and I'm finally doing it. It's also weird not knowing what to expect as this is a completely different industry than any I've ever worked in or been a part of so it'll be really interesting to see how I fit into it all. I'm confident though that I'm going to kick the shit out of this class.

I guess that's about it for now. There's 10 billion other things going on but I really don't feel like typing because of these stupid nails. Nothing exciting.

I'm going to go drown myself in some pudding while I watch the biggest loser. Or some chips, chips are probably my better bet. But I am actually craving carrot sticks with some jalapeno ranch dip.

I think I eat too much. OH speaking of eating too much I saw an anorexic/bulemic girl yesterday. Like a real one too. Her biceps were smaller than my wrists. I was blown away by how skinny she was. Her fingers were all chapped and scraped up, my guess is from jamming them down her throat. I've never seem someone with an eating disorder that's gone THAT far before. It was quite sad really, part of me really wanted to say something but what would you even say? "Hi, you don't know me and you're probably going to go home, binge eat then purge once I say this, but I think you need to seek some medical attention."

Yeah, wouldn't go over well.

Partial Weekend Adventures

My weekend was a very busy, hectic, and fun weekend. I jumped from place to place and started my visiting the second I got off the plane.

On Thursday I left after work and took the new Canada Line out to the airport. I must say it was extremely convenient! My flight was delayed about half an hour and I had plans already made for about 9-9:30 at a pub in PG. Everyone was meeting me there but thankfully I wasn't too late. I got off the plane, jumped in the car with my brother and we headed over to Shooters pub. I decided I would try to be well behaved that night as I had to visit my grandma and cousin the next day so I took it easy.

So here's some pictures from the weekend. I'll explain some as I go as per usual!

I went to give Lloyd a backwards hug and accidently hit his nipple ring, which I didn't know he had. Then I felt the other one haha I was all weirded out by it for some reason.

I ran into Kathleen there too. Had no idea she would be there, she just looked over and mouthed "Marlee?!" through a glass window. It was great running into her!

Lloyd and I throwing the shocker... except his shocker is hidden. The night was full of pervertedness. Things tend to go down that road when Lloyd is around.

I think Vancouver needs these. They're perfect for jager bombs! It's like a little built in PLASTIC container (no breakage allowed yay!) with the shot cup built into it. Genious.

Lloyd decided he was going to get things done right seeing as how he was SUPPOSED to be working but took the night off to drink with me. Awwee. <3 haha. So he started things off with a flaming shot of some sort. Apparently it was coffee flavoured?

Those shots led to this of course. I warned you, inappropriate and pervy, but the stories behind it I won't even bother explaining because there's just no time for that. The guy on the right is Hunter... him and Lloyd decided it would be a great idea to do back to back jager bombs and drink double rum and cokes. Factor in flaming shots and you have two drunk son of a bitches. They did about 9 jager bombs each within about an hour. Hunter had to work at 6am... not quite sure if he made it or not!

Annnd the gun show.

My older brother Kyler and I.

My friend Matt and I.

Kris and a very drunk Amanda. That's a story in itself.

Lloyd wouldn't move to let me out of the table so I crawled underneath. He got a picture as I came up hahahaha.

So naturally we took it one step further...

Again... just... yeah.

My ex (Brett) came out as well. Haven't seen him since before I moved. It's an odd situation really cause we actually get along quite well now. Took years but now there's no awkwardness or anything. Gives me hope that perhaps Dario and I will be able to one day do the same.

A progress report on Hunters and Lloyds situation... This was after the 7th jager bomb... after a shit load of double rum and cokes. Sigh. We could barely get these guys out of the pub. They just didn't want to leave!! It was funny as hell though.

Brett was being Lloyds DD that night... and ended up being Hunters as well. You can clearly see how impressed he is hahaha.

The whole night was really entertaining in itself. Unfortunately even though I only had 4 drinks and a shot I got incredibly sick. At first I thought it was from the booze but then I got a mad fever and was up all night on the shitter so that really sucked. I had some sort of artichoke dip so I'm assuming that it didn't sit well with me. I got absolutely zero sleep then got up, did the dishes for my brother, showered, and started on my rounds of visiting. What a nice sister I am right?

I spent some time at my Grandma's then we headed on over to my cousin Tabby's so I could finally see her (haven't seen her for 3 years) and so I could finally meet my new baby cousin Brooklyn! She is the sweetest thing ever.

She looks just like her dad, but has her moms eyes.

After visiting Tabby my grandma and I went out for dinner. Finally around 8 that night I left PG and drove up to Fort with my friends Kat and Ian. We left a lot later than we expected but that's okay. I got some good visits in with my grandma which was so great!

I decided I just needed to get a good nights sleep so when I got home I stayed up for a bit with my family and then crashed hard. When I woke up in the morning my dad and I decided we were going to go hunting, shoot some chickens and maybe shoot a moose. We weren't overly prepared if we did shoot a moose, we didn't even bring a saw so it's probably a good thing we didn't see one. It would have been so much work gutting the thing etc. We didn't see much, I saw a big black bear poking his head out of the trees so we stopped to check him out. Could have shot him so easily. Stupid bear.

I finally took a picture of what a great deal of our forests look like up in Fort. Here it is:


Pretty ugly hey? It's sad seeing this shit. I hate seeing this crap cause when I was a kid these trees were all green and healthy and in 10 years it's just taken a complete turn for the worst. Not all areas look like this of course, but there's definitely some really bad spots up there.

I also managed to see what has got to be one of the biggest bear craps I've ever seen. I made my dad stop the truck so I could take a picture. Yes I am THAT gross. This thing was huge, the picture doesn't even do it justice because a lot of it's size was in it's height too. The boots I'm wearing are a size 8... if that helps put things into perspective at all.

This is one of my favourite views in Fort St. James.

We went out the Cunningham Forest road this time. It was a total bust. The ditches are very dry, the roads are even dryer, and there wasn't a lot of sign even. Normally as you drive down these roads they're littered with moose tracks, but not this year. There's a lot of logging going on out there so the traffic has probably put a pretty big damper on the hunting. Although the whole reason for why I wanted to go out there is because there is currently an Albino Bull Moose that's been seen between 7 and 11 kilometer. He's got four points and his antlers angle back, not like a regular moose. He's been seen breeding with two cow moose out there which is awesome. I was really hoping I might be lucky enough to get a glimpse of him so I could take a picture but unfortunately he was in full hiding. :) Probably for the best though, I would hate to see someone shoot him. I don't think anyone in our town would, but I can definitely see some asshole city slicker coming up from vancouver or the states and deciding he wants the thing on his wall. I'm not quite sure what the rules are on hunting albino moose. It never used to be illegal, it was just requested that you NOT shoot them... however now that may have changed and it may have been made illegal.

Anyways, after hunting came dinner, and after dinner came a shower and time to get some partying done. I had some people meet me at my moms where I was well behaved and only had 2 drinks, then drove into town, parked the car at my dads house and walked from there on out as I planned on getting loaded.

That mission was achieved quite well.

My friend Colby and I... he was making his "stupid smile" haha

My sweet friend Kat and I. I love her so <3

Fraser... this kid is just hilarious. I think he's a couple years younger than me but man does he make me laugh.

This would be a pretty good summary picture of how most of us were before 2am...

After the zoo closed Kat threw the after party. There's always an after party in Fort. No one is ready to call it a night at 2am there, oh no. That's not how things get done there. I stumbled in the door at 5am ready to call it a night. Stupidly I awoke at 8:30 in the morning feeling like a bag of crap and smelling of the most disgusting smells known to man.

Between the zoo and Kats house there were a lot of smokers so I of course reaked like cigarette smoke so bad that it actually woke me up about an hour after I fell asleep. It was gross. I left all my stuff out at my moms too so I couldn't get up and shower because I didn't have any clean clothes with me to change into afterwards, SO... in the morning I drove out to Kats place to drop some stuff off, still wearing the same outfit as the night before.

I felt like I was doing a walk of shame without the one night stand. The party outfit, reaking of leftover zoo, hair everywhere and makeup all smeared. Talk about trashy. Seriously though, one night at the zoo makes you feel like you went home with some disgusting man and woke up to him the next day and realized it would have been better to just say no.

That's always the case with the zoo, it's usually better to have just said no. Regardless though I miss it, it's so trashy but it's always entertaining.

I'm going to have to continue this post later cause I'm so damn tired now. Sunday wasn't overly exciting but I'll at least mention it in my next post.