I’m sure y’all are expecting me to be out tonight, raising hell and drinking my body weight in beer. But not tonight. Cops will be all OVER the place and I don’t need that stress. I also don’t need the hangover (tomorrow) that going out tonight would provide me. My Saturdays are long and painful at work and that’s without a head full woodpeckers, neausea and cotton mouth.

So while everyone else is drinking beer and eating various BBQ’d meats, I’m going to spend THIS 4th with my mama. Safe, sound and hydrated.

Peace and safety first.

Thanks to a little one-on-one “conversation” with someone who’s naturally gifted at helping people in need (you know who you are)- I have managed to put everything in perspective and I’m ready for the next phase… whatever that may be.

I mentioned in a Twitter that I got pulled over last night, with one of my best girls in the car with me. We were headed over to Fave Watering Hole when lights went a-flashin’ behind me. Knowing my registration was waaaayyyyy overdue, I was worried that my car would be towed away. ‘Cause that’s what they do here when you’re as late as I am.

Mr. Officer comes to my window and tells me what I already know. I apologized and told him I was aware of the problem and would be fixing it A.S.A.P. He seemed pretty cool about the whole thing and then asked who my friend was. She told him and he went back to his car to look her up.

Turns out my passenger had let a couple of traffic incidents slide and had 2 warrants out on her. That’s when I peed myself. I started immediately imagining my car being towed away, my friend being taken to jail and me left sitting on the curb wondering why the fuck I didn’t stay home, and where I was going to get the $2,000 to get my car out of police impound. So while Mr. Officer was at his car doing whatever it is that cops do, her and I were holding hands, so tightly that I think we each broke a finger, and praying to the gods of irresponsibility that we’d somehow get out of this without handcuffs and a tow truck.

The gods of irresponsibility heard our prayers, because we both got off with tickets. Turns out Mr. Officer was a very nice guy and was in a very lenient mood. He was even joking around with us and being quite charming. So charming, in fact, that he gave me his card and I left him a thank you voice mail later on.

A girl at work asked me to go out with her tonight and have a beer. After I laughed hysterically, I declined. Not only does my hangover prevent me from wanting to be within 10 feet of an alcoholic beverage, I don’t think I should be driving with an expired registration any more than I absolutely have to. I DO have to get to work- but that’s it. I have 60 days to rectify the situation and I shall.

Peace and nice cops that like brunettes.

My ex has completely and totally moved on. This makes me both happy for him and sad for me. He’s found the girl he will (I’ll bet you 50 bucks) marry, whereas I haven’t met a guy I would want to see past sunrise.

I am emotionally defeated. I miss D. so much that it physically hurts me. I cry more often than I’d like. I’m such a tough bitch- right? I am in such a weird fucking place right now. I want him to be happy- and I am happy for him- but I’m also so sad that I let him go. I’m crying as I write this.

Not so tough when it comes to my heart.

In addition the technical stuff, I have discovered ColorWare. While cruising around BB theme sites, I ran across NancyDrew BlackBerry Themes. (If you’re looking for themes for your BlackBerry, she’s a fucking genius.) She has a photo of her “PinkBerry” there, done by ColorWare, and I almost peed myself. She was even kind enough to answer some of my questions about it. I just don’t know how I’m going to live without my phone for the amount of time it will take them to paint it. I have discovered the crack of cell phones and I am addicted.

Moving on…

Saturday night at work was Saturday night at work. I was SO tired from having been there once already, early in the a.m., but I was actually let off about an hour early. Something that never happens on a weekend night. So, naturally, I had to take advantage.

I don’t know where I got the strength, but I met up with BFF and a few other girlfriends after work. I was still very tired, so I decided to mix my Tuaca with Red Bull. THAT handled my tired problem pretty efficiently. I remained awake and able to drink beer the rest of the night. A good idea at the time, but a bad idea on Sunday. Needless to say, I didn’t go anywhere yesterday. (I had the day off, thank God.)

I spent today (my usual day off) not doing all the shit I meant to do. Like laundry. Between my BlackBerry and my laptop, I’m shocked I managed to even feed myself.

I’m off to do more nerdy shit, then I’ll try to turn my brain down enough to sleep.

Peace, addiction and fun.

It seems that AT&T likes to lock down certain features that should otherwise be available. For instance: My phone did not have a video camera or the ability to stream videos online from sites like YouTube. I consider those pretty basic features, considering this phone retails for upwards of $400.

Well thankfully I’ve been modifying phones for years and was able to upgrade my software myself. Now my fab CrackBerry does all the things it was born to do. I’d like to give a big middle finger to AT&T now. Ya’ll can’t keep a true nerd down, bitches.

Gotta get ready for work now. I’m dreading it as I’ve been there once already today and have been up since 7 this morning. I should be off about midnight. My attempt at a nap was futile. God help me when all the sugar and caffeine wear off.

Me and my hangover will be back Monday.

Peace and technology.

And now… The inside of my head.

What brand are your jeans that your wearing?
I am currently wearing PJ’s and I have no idea who made them. Probably child slaves in a third world country.

Would you like to see the first person you kissed this year?
Oddly enough- I HAVE seen him. He was a bouncer at a club I went to recently. He’s cute, and built, but bald.

What was your worst mistake in your life?
His name is Greg. He’s a douche.

What did you do yesterday?
I worked then went out to see my girl Sly compete.

Are you going out of state soon?
Not unless I get arrrested and then out on bail.

Is there any emotion you’re trying to avoid right now?
Nope. Too hungover to feel anything.

Do you own a polo shirt?
Yes. Although I never, ever wear it. It keeps my fuzzy hanger company.

Have you kissed anyone recently?
Uh, the last person I kissed (romantically) was Stupid Cuteness. But I kiss my girlfriends on a regular basis. (Not romantically.)

Did you know that peeling a wrapper off of a bottle, means your sexually
frustrated?
No, I think it means you’re bored.

What friend do you tell the most to?
BFF for sure. She knows everything, even when she doesn’t want to.

Name 3 thoughts you have at this exact moment?
Tylenol.
Work tomorrow.
Cute guy I met last night.

Name 3 drinks you drink regularly?
Lipton tea
Widmer
Water

Ever had a drunk night in Mexico?
Drinking in Mexico is bad… So I hear…

You’re walking down the street with your love, where are you going?
Uh, me walking down the street with ANYONE is a scenario that will never take place. I have a car. Therefore I drive it.

Was your last kiss a mistake?
Probably, but whatever.

Where did the shirt you’re wearing come from?
A store that sells shirts. Thank God for those.

How many people do you know with your name?
Not a one.

How’s your heart lately?
It’s still beating. *whew*

Do you have hairspray in your hair?
Actually yes. I have to when I work, to keep all the crazy hairs in place.

Do you wet the toothbrush before the toothpaste?
Uh, yeah.

Does anything hurt on your body?
My ass hurts from when I fell down last night, after slipping on booze, in heels. Classy.

What are you doing tomorrow?
Working and coming home. I think.

Have you ever punched a hole in the wall?
Oh yeah. Lots of them. Not recently though.

What are you doing for your next birthday?
Hopefully hitting the beach. I need it.

Peace and random info. you didn’t need.

Since Sly and Vanilla Ice are good friends, he showed up there too. He was with some blond chick with tons of hair piled on her head. I was too drunk to notice anything else. I’m thinking he and I at least said hello to each other, but I’m not really sure. In any event, the jackass called me at 7:51 this morning. I really wish I knew what the hell was wrong with him, but I’m too hungover to call him and flip out. I’ll try to make a mental note to do it when I see him again. Evidently what the guy needs is a scene.

Oh yeah, and I took some photos last night and have uploaded them to my Flickr page.

Peace and friend support.