I woke up this morning unhappily. I don't know for sure why I was such a grounchy head this morning, but I was.

I stumbled to my phone and saw that I had no missed calls, and also saw that my battery was nearly dead. I tried to call sacha to find out what our plans for the trip today are, but alas, she did not answer, so I'm still not sure whether I'm goin' to Tampa or Rehomo or what.

I then stumbled in to the living room to discover that Lauren's dog gidga has eaten my cell phone charger. He ate my ethernet cable. He ate my seein' glasses.

He's a terror. Gidga bin Laden.

I was too groggy to do laundry, so I still pretty much have to do that befoer I go on my trip, so I think thats what step two now is. Laundry.

Adios.

Oh, and I still like Alex. I've been singing "Like A Prayer" for two days, thinking about the way he looked dancing to it at Cobalt the first night we went out.

/Life is a mystery everyone must stand alone./

I love the country. The Stranger's Queer issue is out right now, and I can't help but feel it targeted me specifically

Check out the "Virginia is for Haters" article and the Reverse Migrartion" one as well.

And while I'm thinkin' about it, if anyone knows a rookie or recent arrival for my time, send them over to this little advice section.

Big wheels keep on turnin'...

Sacha and I have decided to head to New York, since Mr. Drive My Car has decided to drive his own car. I reckon he's now Mr. Drives His Car.

Anyway, we're gonna hop the chinatown bus at around 3am so that we can be in New York at about 7. That means cocktails until then. I'm still gross and yucky from the gym, so I really need to go clean up so that I can pack.

I got stuck in the rain today riding back from H&M, so my shorts are a little wet still. I need to pack them, but I need them to stop bein' drippy first. I was able to fit nicely into a pair of 32s that they had, so before we leave, I'm gonna try on my favorite jeans from last summer to see if I can squeeze into them. I sure hope so.

I spoke with Jenny Lee today before heading out to run my errands. She asked if I had spoken with Alex yet, and I told her no, I didn't have his number. My own fault. She called him up and left a message with my number and told him to give me a call. I'm such a 14 year old girl when I think about him calling. Thank god for cell phones, because at least I can take my obsession with me.

Lauren suggested Jenny Lee give him my number instead of Jenny just giving me his, but now she's claiming no responsibility if he doesn't call. I told her I will blame her entirely if he doesn't. I'm not kidding (okay, maybe a little). I'd like to believe he'll call, but you never know. I could have just been a half-trick.

If I had to be a trick, I'd rather be a hat-trick, though 😉