My week was beyond hell-ish. Details, not necessary. I'm broke, I hate men, I almost lost my job, and I will probably not be able to catch up on my work in time for the end of the semester.
I got one blissful night on the town to get my head back though.

Okay, I won't continue with the theme of my blog, because its the same thing every week.

So I'd like to talk about.

Summer!

I quit smoking, for now. So I'm going to get healthy! I know how to do it quite well, I just prefer the fat kid's way of life. Beer, pop-tarts, strange media. I know you know what I'm talking about.
Number two. I'm going to attend as many shows as possible. There's no reason to be lame, there's way too much good music happening right now to miss.
Number three. I'm cutting my hours so I can spend more time finding adventures like road trips and midnight coffee and phase ten. I miss spontenaity, even if that's not how you spell it.
Number four. I'm going to take advantage of all the random inspiration I get during the day and paint something. Its been years and I can't stand it anymore.
Number .. five? Pridefest - best party of the year, I really miss my gay boys.
Number six. I'm making a mix for every day of summer.
Number seven. I'm going to smoke weed at least once a month. I didn't do it in my earlier youth because I thought I had higher standards and morals. Give me a friggin break.
Number eight. I'm going to watch the clouds and play kickball.
Number nine. I'm going to all of my sibs baseball games.
Number ten. I'm finally going to get another that second tattoo I've been wanting.
Number eleven. If you're still reading scratch your belly button.
Number twelve. I want to do charity runs, after the whole quitting smoking and poptarts thing.