guess who's back, back, back?

Saturday night marked the end of my alcohol/substance strike as i daringly broke my way back onto the scene with (drumroll please) a beer and a cigarette. yes, after supporting my own period of prohibition i broke the streak with a beer and a cigarette and i don't even smoke. but when push comes to shove it feels nice not to have the social stigma of being "that girl" when every one else is ordering drinks from the cocktail waitress. and now when i receive my half dozen or so text messages that say "can you be our DD tonight?" every Friday i can casually reply, "sorry. gone drinkin'."

you, me and Old Greg makes three.

last night Dani introduced me the fascination known as "Old Greg", and while i resisted him at first, i now can't stop watching this fucking video. so here. i'm going to make you watch it, too.



and be warned, last night after my first viewing i went as far as having dreams about Old Greg. for some reason me, Dani, Katy Q. and Old Greg were in this parlor style dressing room and i had the most kick ass dress you've ever seen in your life on, but Old Greg was not a fan. he said he hated the dress and made me cry. i need help. or maybe i just need to watch Old Greg a few more times. do you love me? do you think you could ever love me?

in another news, someone took a shit in the parking lot at my work today. no joke. one of the girls in the Call Center comes up to my desk and says, "Ummm... there's poop in the parking lot" to which i replied, "exCUSE me?" sure enough, i went outside and there was a legitimate dookie in between two cars. fucking sick. i need a new job.