I'm Great At Everything I Do

Like could I have gotten more complaints about how I'm not writing enough? Like people, I am busy! Super busy. I don't always have time to write about how awesome everything is in my life. I bet a bunch of you are like worried when I don't write, right? whoa!

Ok, so here's what I was up to today. Me and Mims got pedis and then I was supposed to go see Erica for a haircute, but I got a terrible headache at the vietnamese place where we get out toes did. I'm pretty sure it's because I had to throw my Starbucks at the girl because she didn't already have my water drawn in the chair thingy. That's what she gets. Anyway, I probably needed that coffee because I had a terrible hangover. I don't know what I was thinking. Anyway, so I didn't go see Erica and now my hair isn't so cute, right now. I'll have to get her to cut it later on.

Here's the crazy part of the weekend: Mims showed up with a kid! A girl. I was like, "Who's that?" And Mims is like, "That's Clarence." I was all, "It's a boy?" And Mims goes, "No, stupid. She's a girl." So I'm all, "Well, who is she?" Turns out Mims and Thad have kids! I was like, "!!!" (that is like super-speechless!) because they actually have a whole nother one besides that one at the pedi place. Anyway, it was her birthday so she invited me to come to her birthday party - I was like, "I fucking guess!" I've been so totally boring lately that I can't even stand myself. So I was totally thinking a birthday party is like crazy and stuff, well, apparently not when its a birthday for an 8 year old. I mean, we weren't even that drunk. And the kids kept wanted to talk and I'd be like, "Please, get the fuck away from me. Can't you see I'm trying to drink here?" You would think those kids hadn't heard cussing before. Whatever, little prudes.

Some Awesome Stuff

You know what's awesome? A Twice Baked Potato. I don't know why if you baked it once you would want to bake it again, but I don't even care! It's good. Gus made me one and it like tasty.

It's cold here today! Like finally! Good thing I bought all those cashmere sweaters, right? Katrinka was complaining today because of the weather and I was like, "Whatever, this is like perfect." Then she starts going on about how when she still lived in Russia, she lived on the steps. I don't know why they wouldn't let her in the house, but she was living on the porch or the stoop or something. When I asked her why she couldn't go in the house, she just looked at me like I was stupid. I guess it was not very nice to ask that, I mean, I bet she's mad about it. That is sad, you guys. I'm super glad I can give her a actual place to live that has walls and stuff because porch living sucks, big time. I would guess.