So, summer got a little busier today. Jen and I are officially moving out of the apartment. And by "officially" I mean as of last night. And when I say "last night" I mean I called Jen at 10:30 because she wasnt returning my calls, and when I finally got a hold of her (She was at Robs, BIG surprise) I says "Do you want to live in Cheney anymore?" and she says, "No, not really" stealing a line out of my book. So, we are done. She is moving in with Rob, Im starting a pool to see who can guess how long she will live there, and Im moving home. It could be worse. I will be able to save a lot of the moneys by moving home and commuting, though its going to suck, wont be so bad. So, July 30th is the tentative move out date as of today.

I got paid today. Somehow I made money and Im so tempted to use it. Tasha is speaking of tattoos and I might be too weak to pass one up. I talked to Chels today about designing me one and she wouldnt have time to send it over, so, if I DO get one, I will have to come up with something on my own. Any ideas? Im going for Art Nuvo here.

Went to the "doctor" this morning. Man. Being of the Female sex seriously BLOWS sometimes. And not in the good way. Honestly. I worked for like two hours afterwards. When I say work I mean I talked to Micah, then to Ethan and Tasha. The best part is that I was using all three of my computers. Oh yeah, I got a laptop yesterday. Im taking over the fucking world. No one is even going to know what hit them.

Oh, and right, I bought these white floods from Express for my birthday, and I am wearing them today right because they are "hot hot" and then at dinner I get something on them. On the ASS. So, they are in the dryer right now since I cleaned them up. Im going to this party in my white pants dammit.

Gillian is here on Sunday. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT. Im in a really good mood right now. I might be freaking you out. Oh, PLUS my dad was like, Rach, do you need some booze for tonight, and Im like, oh, why yes Dad, I do, and five minutes later Me and the Captain were cuddling in the back seat. SHOTS!

All right. Enough with the incoherent-ness. Im OUT! Oh, and expect drunken phone calls tonight. If I have your number, you will be drunk dialed. You have been warned. Oh, by the way, Im going to a party tonight. AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA. With a taste of your lips I'm on a ride.

Come take shots with ME!
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