April will know. :P

OKAY. So, I was thinking I'd try to post when I was not in a horrible mood. This is hard, because when I sit down to blog, I sit down to THINK. And we all know what happens when I do that.

But, I can fend off the bitterness for a few paragraphs by talking about my new action figure. Yes, I have an action figure. A JAYNE action figure. April gave it to me, and it's probably the coolest gift I'll get all year! I also got a book I had been wanting. :) And it's not even Christmas or my birthday!

Okay, I just sort of almost set my cat on fire. More on that later, I have to go. (I swear, you'll laugh when I get the chance to tell the actual story.)

Watching: The Colbert Report.

# posted by aja @ 2:59 AM

Yes, I'm listening to sad and wussy song. Hey, it's not *my* fault that most good songs are sad songs.

I'm up too late again. And my fucking arm hurts from the flu shot I got yesterday. I have a ginormous bruise. Is that supposed to happen? I have no idea. This is my first flu shot.

Oh. The other night, I saw Demetri Martin on The Daily Show. That made me giddy. He is so great.

Did I mention that Emily (she is awesome) called me from the Camper Van Beethoven show and let me listen (live!) to Pictures of Matchstick Men - my most favorite Camper Van Beethoven song ever? It almost brought a tear to my eye. And before you say anything, yes, Take the Skinheads Bowling is a great song, too. It is probably my SECOND most favorite Camper Van Beethoven song. And yes, I know Pictures of Matchstick Men was originally done by some band called Status Quo or something, but I don't care. So don't get all nitpicky on me, I've already heard it.

There really isn't much left to report. Thanksgiving is fast approaching, and I don't really care. We're going to get one of those ready-made pre-cooked boxed Thanksgiving dinners from the grocery store. It will be sad without my grandpa, and I don't even LIKE turkey all that much. So, yeah. Woo-hoo.

I'm still not sure what I'm going to do for Christmas or New Year's Eve, but I need to get past Thanksgiving first, I think. 2005 has pretty much sucked ass, and I'll be glad when it's over. So there. Suck it, 2005. I hate you.

audio: firewater - she's the mistake

# posted by aja @ 12:13 AM

I'm not sure how i missed this one, but I find it fascinating. Yes, I am a huge nerd.

I just finished watching Heat for the bazillionth time. I love that movie. I do not love watching it on TNT, though.

The Perfect Storm is on right now. I've never seen it, but I don't think I want to be stuck here until 4pm. I do kind of have a thing for John C. Reilly, though... and I might have a small thing for Clooney, too.

I have to go buy some envelopes today. Specifically, envelopes lined with bubble wrap. I also want to go buy a book or two. I shouldn't spend any money on things I don't need, but fuck it.

I'm so bored and boring right now. But, hey. I'm not hung-over. After re-reading last night's post, I'm surprised. I guess I drank enough water before passing out.

It's time to go do shit.

audio: the walkmen - we've been had

# posted by aja @ 1:21 PM

i'm kind of sort of drunk right now. yet, i thought blogging would be a FINE idea. i'm obviously too bored for my own good. i'm really entertained right now by my typing abilities. i'm pretty fucking awesome.

here's the thing. i was drunk LAST night, too. i must be bored. it's not like i planned on it. i just decided to have one drink.. and then bam. i've had 3 or 4 and i'm blogging.

i woke up this morning with the faint taste of cloves on my lips. did i smoke cloves last night? my ashtray says i did.

what else did i do last night?

when i pried my eyes open this morning, the taste in my mouth told me i made out with a zombie. my aching body told me i was run over by a truck. and my irc/aim logs told me.. NOTHING. because i make a point not to save any conversations from the nights i decide to get drunk on the internet. :P

so here i am. kind of drunk. i'm messaging everyone i know. thankfully, a few people are still awake to entertain me.

seriously, my typing is fucking AMAZING.

i saw my mom tonight. we basically decided that christmas was canceled, and she said she hoped that i'd go out of town around the holidays or hang out with some friends so that she wouldn't feel bad. christmas is for the birds, anyway. when i was a kid, it rocked because it meant presents and at least 2 weeks off from school. i'm an adult now, and it doesn't mean shit. i have no kids to buy presents for. i have plenty of friends i could shop for. too bad i'm fucking broke all the time. i don't know. i'm pretty bitter about the holidays. i thought about driving myself to the grand canyon over christmas. the south rim, of course. that could be pretty great. i think sammy is going to be in town sometime around the holidays, though. i'd hate to miss his visit becuase i decided to go on a lonely adventure to one of the wonders of the world.

i swear, i'm a million times happier than i've been in years. i know you might not believe that, since i'm drunk by myself and bitching about christmas, but it's true. so if i don't seem happy now, think of how i must have been feeling 6 months ago. pathetic, eh?

ANYWAY. i'm completely unhappy with myself right now, yet somehow, completely okay with that. i am not exactly sure what that means riight now, but it's fan-fucking-tastic. seriously.

okay, i don't even know what's going on right now. i'm talking to people online, trying to blog, trying to drink water and listening to interpol.

i should really. really. go to bed.

audio: interpol - public pervert

# posted by aja @ 2:30 AM

i'm sitting here in my pajamas, hating everything.

i hate beer. i hate cigarettes. i hate tv, i hate my house, i hate the internet. yes, even the internet.

i was without internet access for a day and a half. i was twitchy, but now that i have it back.. i'm not sure why i cared so much. i'm not going to check my email, because i never do. why not? i don't know. i check my email about as often as i check my snail mail - every 2-3 days. yeah, i know. i suck.

i'm too apathetic to read the news. i currently do not give a shit. and right now, there's nothing you could say to make me give a shit.

i could read blogs. but seriously, why? i read the blogs of people i know. i read the blogs of people i don't know. at the end of the day, i've gained nothing except a little insight on the goings-on of the friends i don't speak to on a regular basis. and why don't i speak to all of my friends on a regular basis? because i'm a horrible person who cares more about myself than anyone else, and i hate the phone.

most people don't believe me when i say i'm a horrible person. they laugh, as if i'm kidding and claim they could never picture me being mean to a soul on this earth. i think this is because they only see my good intentions. i have great intentions. i don't like being mean. i *want* to do nice things for people. i don't like being so angry. all. the. time. but, i just can't seem to help it.

i am full of so much rage, i don't know where to begin. and no, before you even start, it has nothing (okay, verry little) to do with gabe. i was full of rage before gabe. being with him just gave me something on which to focus all my energy.

most of my anger is directed at myself. i've been fucking up since i was 15 years old, and i can't seem to stop. what pisses me off, is how fucking transparent i am. my dad died when i was 15. i started ruining my life when i was 15. big fucking surprise, and big fucking deal. it's no excuse. plenty of people go through plenty of worse things.

so what do you get when you combine a dead (and alcoholic) father, a drug-addicted mother and a slutty sister? me. i have a love/hate relationship with alcohol and a fear of abandonment. if i could, i'd probably eat vicodin like candy, and i have warped ideas about sex.

did i mention how before i started having sex, i didn't let people touch me? hugs were always awkward, and it felt like people were constantly invading my "personal space." also, i always had nightmares about being raped. yeah, well, that problem is creeping back to the surface. the wellbutrin and the sleeping pills have helped with the nightmares, but i could use a little more help during the waking hours. lately, i'm having this obvious issue of being unable to look people in the eye. maybe i secretly hope that if i avoid looking at other people, they will avoid looking at me.

you'd think that because i seem to be fully aware of at least several of my multiple flaws, i could do something to change things. nope, sorry. it seems i'm stuck. i hate my house. i hate this town. i hate my job. do i do anything about it? no, i just sit here and bitch about daily horrors of working with people i hate, my leaky roof and the hole in my floor. i'm getting really tired of explaining why there is what appears to be a wooden plank in my bathroom. of course, i do get a kick out of telling everyone about the night gabe got drunk and fell through the floor. i told him not to walk there, but he never listened to a word i said for six years.

i could blame a lot of things on gabe if i wanted to. he made me fat, he killed my self-esteem, he made stop going to school. he made me stop talking to my friends. but the truth is, i was fucking up long before him, i hated myself long before him. why do you think i would stay with an asshole for so long? i was/am convinced that he was the best i could get. and if he's the best i can get, well, i'd rather be alone until the day i die. this might sound depressing, but really, i see it as a good thing. i'm fucked up, but not fucked up enough to think that boy has or had anything to offer.

do you remember a few weeks ago when i talked about all those blog posts i never published? well, this is a fine example. however, this time i'm going to publish it because i've had a few beers and couldn't care less about anyone or anything.

i have a lot more to say. but i think this has been enough disgusting and pathetic honesty for one tuesday night.

now, i just have one question.. where the fuck did i get this bottle opener in the shape of a pineapple? if it belongs to you, let me know. you can have it back.

audio: modest mouse - dark center of the universe

# posted by aja @ 9:34 PM

i'm up too late. even for a friday, 4:30 a.m. is too late when you're old like me. i'm watching the colbert report, and considering life's possibilities.

if i am going to do something to change my life, is now the time to do it? i've been putting so many things off for so many years, i'm not sure where to start.

there are a lot of things up in the air right now. a lot of uncertainties. and of course, i don't make any decisions until i absolutely have to. this does not often work in my favor.

i will most likely have to move from my home sooner or later. there's a hole in my bathroom floor and my roof is caving in, so moving is probably not a bad idea. i just hate the idea of packing. and paying rent. and finding an apartment what will accept my 3 cats. i am starting to think that if i have to move, i should move to a whole other city.. in a brand new state. and, oddly enough, this might be possible within the next year. i like this city, but i don't feel like i belong here. i've wanted to move to a cooler climate for as long as i can remember. i also want trees, culture and cooler shit to do. that being said, you'd think moving away would not seem so scary, so impossible.

thinking about my life in the long-term freaks me out. i'll be 26 years old in almost exactly 4 months. it might not seem like a big deal, but it is. i always thought that by 26, i'd have my shit together. i'm starting to think that having my shit together is just not in the cards for me. of course, i also think that having my shit together would be kind of boring.

when i was younger, i always thought that i'd have my first and possibly only kid by the time i was 27. being that i don't want to have a kid until i'm financially stable and in a loving and sane relationship, i'm starting to doubt that i'll ever have kids. maybe that's not in the cards for me, either. i could probably be okay with that.. but i'd have to get a new kitten or puppy every couple of years to make up for it. this will inevitably lead to me becoming the neighborhood cat lady.

i'm talking in circles here. i should go to bed. i have a happy and exciting weekend in store for me. james and tracy are here, yay! it's almost james' birthday, and somehow, this means that i get presents. they are too good to me.

next weekend is the battle of the bands. i'm retardedly excited about this. then, the weekend after that, the browns are coming to yuma, and april and i are going to go see jarhead. i am retardedly excited about that, as well.

the colbert report is over. i'm going to listen to music for a bit, then i'll turn the tv on again and pass out in front of that comforting glow. goodnight.

oh. the light bulb in my table lamp just burned out while i was sitting here. it scared the living shit out of me, and it took me a few seconds to figure out why the room suddenly became dark. living alone kind of sucks sometimes.

audio: stellastarr - my coco

# posted by aja @ 4:56 AM

I have about a thousand half-finished entries. I'll start something and then just sort of give up on it. Maybe it's too angry. Maybe it's too sad. Maybe it sounds too much like poetry. Maybe it's too boring. Maybe it makes me sound like a fifteen-year-old girl. Whatever the reasons, you guys will probably never read them. Although, I have been meaning to try new things lately. Maybe I'll start posting everything I write. Of course, I might lose friends that way. Don't want to creep anyone out or anything.

Anyhow, I finally remembered a dream that wasn't a goddamned nightmare. Allow me to share...

Somehow, I had a cd burner installed in the dashboard of my car. So, Sammy and I decided to drive to Seattle to give Chris a burned copy of some Shins album. Sammy was driving, and I was in charge of burning cds. For whatever reason, he decided to stop at Carl's Jr. and get us some cokes. While he was in the Carl's Jr., I was looking around the neighborhood. There were about 20 kids sitting around, hanging out on the stairs leading to their apartments. I don't know where we were, but it definitely wasn't Yuma. All the kids were listening to some boring and unrecognizable top-40 type music. They were all quietly singing along, but they were obviously not enthusiastic about the song. Then, just as Sammy comes out of the Carl's Jr. with 2 medium cokes, crazy drum & bass music starts playing. All the kids got up and started dancing, and the whole dream briefly became a musical. Sammy and I watched them dance for a few minutes, and got back in the car. Shortly after that, we were in Seattle. We met Chris in a parking garage and gave him the cd. The end.

Yeah, I know. It is a little strange. But trust me, that was the most normal dream I have had in weeks. Of course, it was followed two nights later by another nightmare. I don't remember much, except that I was an African-American woman at a Greyhound bus station. I had a son who looked to be about four years old. We had luggage, and we're running away from something. Suddenly, a man appeared. I can only assume he was the boy's father. He grabbed the boy and tried to take him away. I started screaming and fighting him off, but I failed, and he got the kid and ran. Then, suddenly I wasn't this woman anymore. I was me, and I was at work. I received a ransom note for the boy, and took it to the police, confused as to why I was getting ransom notes. Then I woke up.

If I had all night, I'd keep talking about my dreams. I have an endless supply, and it's getting kind of old. If they could all be fanciful musicals, that'd be one thing. Unfortunately, the majority these days seem to involve violence, molestation, sickness, sadness and death. Oh yeah, and a fetus or two. Seriously.

I've got to get to bed. Wish me luck.

Audio: Beck - Little One

# posted by aja @ 11:54 PM

I ate half a pb&j. What a horrible error. My appetite is all over the place these days. Sometimes, I think I eat like a normal person. Other times, I'll go without food for too long, and I'll feel my body yelling at me to eat, but the thought of food makes me want to vomit. So, I seek out something boring and inoffensive. Like Ritz crackers or cottage cheese. Then there are days like today, where I feel like I've had a pretty good food-day... but about 20 minutes before I should be asleep, I suddenly have a strong and frantic desire to eat. So, I do something stupid like eat a half-sized pb&j and a small glass of milk. Then I get a stomach ache, and then I can't go to sleep.

My issues with food go back many years. I go through weird food-aversion phases. One summer, every time I ate something other than breakfast cereal, I got sick. I'm sure *something* was going on that summer that fucked with my head, but I couldn't tell you what it was. I am pretty sure the Wellbutrin is contributing to my loss of appetite, but I was dealing with that already. That was one of the reasons I went to the damn doctor. "Every time I eat, I feel sick."

I am up too late. I have so much I want to say, but no idea how to say it. I'm not sad anymore. And no, this isn't because I've been on Wellbutrin for 6 days. I wasn't really sad anymore a week ago either.. just fucked up. I don't miss him anymore. I'm just struggling with the change of it all. I spent six years being somebody's girlfriend. Now I'm on my own, the world is my oyster, and I have no idea who I am or what I want to do. Okay, that's not entirely true. Right now, I want to drink a beer and smoke a cigarette. I know that much.

But, I can't. My stomach hurts, and I need to go to bed.

Audio: Primal Scream - Keep Your Dreams

# posted by aja @ 12:27 AM

i went to the doctor today. to get my thyroid checked. she was very thorough and asked me a million questions, and got me to bring up some things like my erratic sleeping, erratic behavior, stomach problems, anxiety, nightmares. what have you.

i walked out of there with a prescription for sleeping pills and wellbutrin. i have been diagnosed with insomnia. i told her, "no, i can sleep. just not when i'm supposed to, and not when the nightmares wake me up." she said "yeah, that is insomnia. brought on by your depression and your anxiety." me: "oh."

at first, i thought she was wrong, because i have been GETTING BETTER. but, tonight, i think i've realized that my feelings of "getting better" were actually weirdo late night sorta manic episodes. mind racing, not sitting still. of course, these brief moments are often followed by an irrational fear of my bedroom.. and sleep in general. i assumed because i WASN'T sleeping all the time, i was okay. it seems, i need to find a balance. or just move. because i slept FINE in tucson. of course, the beer might have helped in that case.

i haven't been talking about most of this shit with people until today. i guess because a woman in a jacket told me i was okay and explained things to me. before i kept some of it to myself, because i thought this was just how i was dealing. i'd talk about not sleeping and not eating, and sort of make jokes about it. but in my head, i told myself it was probably something i'd have to deal with eventually. i just didn't think it'd be today. i told people about some of the nightmares, but i'm not sure i told them that the images from the nightmares haunted me during the day, and that the thought of going to sleep made me cry sometimes. :P

also, i've become a bit of a bitch at work. brought on by my lack of sleep and all around feelings of being on edge, i guess.

so, that's that. i'll let you know what happens to me. if anyone out there has ever been on wellbutrin, talk to me. i'm kind of scared of it.

audio: sonic youth - disconnection notice

# posted by aja @ 10:57 PM

I keep having horrible nightmares, and it's really getting old. Last night was the last straw. I won't even begin to try to describe yesterday's sleep disaster right now. Maybe later, after I can take my 3am scribblings and turn them into something that makes sense. Let's just say it involved a dead fetus, a child molester and a waffle in the shape of the star of david. yeah, i know. i'm insane, right?

i don't feel like writing right now. i don't feel like piecing together sentences that make sense. i don't feel like using consistent capitalization.

but, i will say that even though i don't sleep, don't eat right, and can't keep the evil sleep demons away, i am doing SO much better. :P i'm not as mopey, i don't assume that i'm going to die alone, and yes, i realize now how much better off i actually am.

so woo.

audio: the shins - mine's not a high horse

# posted by aja @ 12:48 AM

i bought 2 new shirts, and a new pair of jeans. then i went out with some friends.

and now i'm kind of drunk, and my car is in a parking lot behind a bar.

cool. this must be what college was supposed to be like.

# posted by aja @ 2:05 AM

and like that, he's gone again.

you never get used to it, you know? never.

and they say i will be MORE than fine. they say this is a blessing, somehow. they say i'm young and free. but to be young and free also means to be alone. left with 6 years of memories, some betrayal and a whole lot of love, somehow. and i feel like i won't ever feel love like that again. i don't want to bother trying to love anyone like that again. but this is normal, they say. this will pass.

has anything about this chapter ever been normal? i wouldn't know. i have nothing to compare it to.

audio: cat power- good woman

# posted by aja @ 9:25 PM

he doesn't have a name yet. he's about 4 months old, has pale blue eyes, and loves to sleep and cuddle. if you have any suggestions, feel free to comment. :)

# posted by aja @ 2:06 AM

phase 1 was pretty obvious. i'm sure phase 3 will be, as well. what's phase 2? just like the underpants gnomes, i have no idea.

i'm not sure if i'm in denial or awe of what's going on. these days, i just kind of move in and out of various states of.. being.

i'm obviously depressed. my eating habits have changed, my sleeping patterns have changed, i'm moody, i'm exhausted, i'm achey. i expected all this. i've been through it before. what i did not expect, was the anxiety attack i had on friday. i'm not even sure if it was an anxiety attack. it was a meltdown of some sort, and i did not see it coming. ever since then, things have felt a little different. i'm empty, or i'm numb, or i just don't care anymore. maybe it was the sudden onset of summer. maybe, after 25 years of living in the desert, i finally cooked my brain.

now, as i drive through the streets of this shitty city, i find myself paying less attention to the traffic, and more attention to the individual faces of my fellow drivers. where are they going? are they worried about the same things i am? do they have someone at home, eagerly awaiting their arrival? i assume they all have problems worse than mine. i assume they are all sad, like me.

in other news, i went to a funeral home today. i had to pick up my grandpa's ashes. i don't know if you've ever been in an administrative office of a funeral home, but it smelled like a veterinarian's office. it was strange, and i did not like it. i may have more to say on this experience at a later date. stay tuned.

# posted by aja @ 9:45 PM

as promised, i'm posting again while in a better mood. i don't feel GREAT, but better. i'm a little pissed at myself for sleeping in, though. and i hate sundays. and i hate my backyard. it's been overtaken by weeds. i have a weed eater, but i have no energy. i'm at least going to have to clear myself a path today, though.. if i want to hang any laundry on the line.

anyway, i should really go get busy. fuckin' sundays. perhaps i'll post again later.. i just realized i forgot to talk about gabe's birthday (presents).

# posted by aja @ 12:18 PM

and right now, i feel like a wretched, undesirable shell of a woman. so what else is new?

of course, i don't always feel this way. but i never feel like blogging when i'm feeling good about myself or anything else. so, get used to more of the same cranky bullshit from the same ol' me.

i need a vacation. anyone out there feel like letting me crash on their couch? preferably in a city near a coast. seems i always want to head for the ocean when the chips are down.

anyhow, i'll try to post again soon.. when i'm in a good mood. no worries.

# posted by aja @ 9:18 PM

i've come to realize that everything i'm feeling has been felt before. by me, by you, by someone. when you're hurting, you think that NO ONE has felt this way before. you think there's NO WAY you'll get through this one. lies. how did i come to discover this? well, let me tell you.

at any given moment on any given day, i can listen any number of a large handful of songs that can very accurately express what i am feeling. these people don't know me. how do they know EXACTLY how i'm feeling? it's easy. everyone's been there. i tell myself that my situation is SO FUCKING UNIQUE, but i fail to remember that the emotions attached to the situation are not unique. i've felt them before. i'm sure i'll feel them again.

i think instead of trying to blog, i'm just going to post lyrics. at least the song lyrics won't lie. because i always lie here. seriously. of course, i HATE those goddamned fifteen-year-old girls who post lyrics all day.. but I promise, if I start doing it, you can at least be sure you won't be seeing any ani difranco or fiona apple.

audio: cranberries- linger

# posted by aja @ 9:56 PM

so. it's my birthday. i'm 25. it's kind of scary.

i'm tired. getting over my sickness. my mom's out of the hospital, but still feeling like shit.

we didn't really celebrate today, as i'm still feeling cruddy. but, i imagine there will be some eating out later in the week, and perhaps some cake. AND. today gabe got me swedish pancakes for lunch, and we had take-out from my favorite italian restaurant for dinner. these are but a few of the simple joys that keep me going. :)

but yeah. the shit i put in this blog doesn't even cover half of the shit that's really happened so far this year, but whatever. i have to be a little mysterious, don't i?

i still really need a vacation, and i really need it now.

birthdays should not be allowed to be on mondays. but, i'd like to give a special thanks to BRAVO for their West Wing Marathon Mondays.

okay, i'm done.

# posted by aja @ 10:45 PM

bleh. i have plenty i want to talk about, but fuck, i'm tired. i've got a cold or the flu or something.

shit just keeps getting crazier, and i just want a BREAK. tucson was a nice break, but it was only 2 days.

when everything calms down, i swear i'll write a book or something.

in the meantime, the newest development is this:
last night i saw my mom have a minor seizure of sorts, and we took her to the ER. turns out, she has meningitis. she's in the icu, but seems to be doing okay. they're giving her morphine for the pain, and anti-biotics to kill the evilness inside. we're still waiting to find out if it's viral or bacterial.

so, yeah. everything ELSE that's on my plate seems pretty childish and stupid compared to that. but i'm sure it will get talked about one day.

i should go to bed now.

# posted by aja @ 9:50 PM

uh, some crazy shit happened, and then some more crazy shit happened.

then after that, gabe and i bought a new (used) car. it's PiMP. (IT HAS A MOONROOF AND A CD PLAYER.)

we're going to tucson tomorrow.

the end.

okay, there really is a whole lot more to talk about, but i feel like shit, i'm tired, and i have to wash clothes for the trip.

peas.

# posted by aja @ 10:39 PM

am i losing control? am i losing my soul? just tell me.. am i losing you?

audio: handsome boy modeling school - i've been thinking (featuring cat power)

# posted by aja @ 9:15 PM

that i'm blogging about how fucking bored i am.

i'm so bored that i took a shower and put on makeup. just to kill time, and "feel pretty." and no, i have no plans to paint the town red. if i did, i'd be wearing underwear right now.

so that's it. i'm drinking, i'm smoking, i'm fucking BLOGGING on a friday night.

fuck it, i'm out.

# posted by aja @ 9:42 PM

i was going to delete this post almost as soon as i wrote it. but, it got an amusing comment, so instead, i am EDITING FOR CLARITY.

nothing to see here.

# posted by aja @ 11:19 AM

a whole bunch of other shit (sort of) has happened since my last post.

okay, maybe not. but it feels like it. the icing on the cake: the theft of my debit card, the loss of 265 bucks. but, don't fret, i'm getting it all back.

anyway, i was just tired of looking at my most recent post, so i thought i'd give it another go. unfortunately, i'm tired and feeling very.. negative. i have no concrete reasons for this negativity. i'm sure it can be attributed to the fact that i have to be at work in 8 hours, and i'm still awake. i want a vacation.

in other news, i haven't had fast food in over 2 weeks, and i've cut back on my intake of 32 ounce thirstbusters. for those that don't know what the fuck a thirstbuster is, it's circle k's version of a big gulp. of course, i think all 3 people who read this know exactly what a circle k is.

# posted by aja @ 11:33 PM

i'm a little buzzed right now, so hang on, y'all.

so what's happened since I last blogged...
my mom's car got stolen, and recovered.. with over $1500 in damage, and all the christmas presents stolen from the trunk. my sister is getting divorced, and has a new boyfriend in portland, oregon. some jackass in a bmw suv hit my car in a parking lot, and refuses to take responsibility. now, my trunk doesn't close, and I can only hope for 50% of the damages (at best) from his insurance company.

of course, christmas has come and gone. christmas was pretty rad. i got some awesome shit, and gave some awesome shit. for example, gabe got me (among other things) all the vacation movies and the entire first season of dawson's creek on dvd! my mom got gabe and i a 27 inch. flat screen tv. i got gabe the first season of arrested development on dvd. that show is the best.

okay, it's been hours since i started this post. i've had several more shots of vodka, so i'm out of here.

peas.

# posted by aja @ 11:22 PM