ye olde crapfest

so it's been a few days... my cousin's wedding happened, and the entire wedding party was underage and they all looked at me like i was GOD when i came in with the bride and groom's "secret cooler full of beer their dads gave them to share with their friends in the limo" and placed it, ever-so-carefully, under the head table. and later, my ghetto sister and i had "words" about how i was a "fucking bitch" cuz i wouldn't leave right after we got there so she could get home to her 30-something drug dealer boyfriend and her trendy xanax habit. so, i stalled. i stayed as long as possible just to see her grow more and more pissed off and to hear her accent get more and more "ethnic."

and then there was sunday, in which i grocery shopped and not much else.

it's all been a blur since then, as things at gaytime dot gay have gotten really busy and stressful. as i've been driving home the last couple of days, i've felt this overwhelming desire to just torch this place and watch it burn and burn and burn.

and burn.

i'm trying to come up with more exciting material, but it's been rough lately. i do so much "work" at work that my brain just isn't interested in doing much else.

karla is talking again. i know this might come off as being a little harsh, but i think that her makeup and perfume would be an excellent accelerant, or even a firestarter. she wants to make plans with me, kind of a "girls night out," to go see my boss's daughters' dance recital. in march. i told her "i think i'm busy that day."

so, we need a picture. i'm gonna google "burn lady burn" and post the first usable image i get. i hope it's funny.