I don't feel 28.

The FFA is in town. Ugh.

Hey kids...be aware of your surroundings and get the fuck out of the way...there are people who work around here and can't be held up because you wanna be all slow and in the way.

I got about an hour of driving time under my belt today. Mucho fun. I was nervous and forgot to signal a few times. It was quite exciting. [It was quite empowering now that I've had the chance to think about it.]

Lady town.

Last day of work and a three day weekend. WOO HOO!!!

A photo I took made the INTake!!! I'm so proud of me (and of Court for the article). And inspired. It might have been an unedited photo, but it's my photo none the less.

*pats self on back*

Must remember to find an INTake to keep for my scrapbook.

Okay so I got a lil wasted tonight. Okay more than a lil...at least for me.

I had THREE drinks. Yeah, if you know me, you know that's a lot.

"i need some more of u"

Man...I think I might possibly be experiencing one of the minor side effects of that shot. That kind of sucks...but maybe a good thing too. [side effect = decreased sex drive]

Mmmmm...gyro dinner and Egyptian ice tea and smoking hooka at The Egyptian. That's a great way to start off the evening.

FlashDance and the adorable gay white boy dancing together was awesome. He was gettin' it.

I had at least EIGHT drinks tonight half of which I had no idea what they were. I still feel quite sober.

Could my tolerance be getting better again?

*rolls on floor laughing* Ms:Red said I actually smell like alcohol. Wow. But I ain't feelin' it. Quite interesting.

Thank you everyone who wished me a happy birthday and even came out to spend time with me. I appreciate you all.

I think I was looking pretty fly tonight in my 'fit. Check the pictures coming soon.

Damn didn't get no birthday booty. Hmmm...maybe someone will come through for me tomorrow night. *crosses fingers*

So I've come to the conclusion that maybe I am a decent writer. Tonight TheParkRanger asked me to help him write a script and on numerous occasions I've been told that I should write a book. Maybe I shall. Maybe I CAN do it. I've never really thought of myself as a writer though. Creative and artsy and an eye for photography and design...but writing???

I'm 28. I don't feel 28. Weird.

TheBestFriend didn't even call me on my birthday. He better have a good excuse and the only one I'm accepting at the moment is if his wife went into labor and little baby Kaila was born early. They may be a few more acceptable excuses, but they better be good ones.

Oddly enough my dad texted me happy birthday at the time I was born. Coincidence?

I think maybe it's time to get up and shower.