I see no reason to be in Jacksonville.

Brandon, Grace, et al: Gainesville? I love me some NYE in Gainesville with Sarah, Ryan, Janet etc....

I get a call today on someone else's phone and it's Brandon and he says "I have your pants, your phone, and your purse."

That's how you know you did it right, kids.

Come to TSI tonight! John and I are behind the bar, and Roy Clark is playing music in lieu of the regular DJ.

It's the last day of my birthday week. Come out come out!

I think this is going to be my first birthday in around 6 years where I didn't have a boyfriend.

I'm excited about it. I'm excited about everything right now... maybe it's the change in the weather, or maybe it's that everyone is getting along again, but everything seems so full of possibilities.

I could pull a star right down from the sky.

The last couple of weeks have been a mixture of the horrible and the very good. Going to Miami was one of the best decisions I could have made, despite having $20 to my name when I left, and despite the backlash which occured upon my return. I'm going back mid-December, finances allowing. I have another trip tentatively planned, but I'm scared to ( Read more... )

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I feel like breaking glass. Lots of it.

(As I am working at my friends' bar at the moment, surrounded by glassware of all shapes and sizes, this is a really bad idea. So I'm dancing by myself in the dj booth.)

I have this amazing bruise on the back of my right ankle. Naturally, I don't know how it got there.

I'm going to (gasp) skip going out on a Thursday night. I haven't done that since....

um...

2002?

Ha.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire starts tonight at midnight, and I'm going to see it. Yay!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeee! It's on fire!"

I'm the most flammable person I know, really. So I have a charred, beer-stinking purse now; remind me to tell you about the time I set the side of College St on fire, too.

I just totally butchered my hair and I don't know how to fix it.

Nothing to be done but to put a lot of goop in it and go on with things.

...but I am bringing shears, a razor, and an old t-shirt out with me tonight, if anyone wants to try and fix it (preferably before imbibing copious amounts of booze).