Luck Be An Old Lady

What an old lady I am. I hit the big 2-7 about a week ago. Older...perhaps a bit wiser. More wise-ass at least.

I have this constant stomach twisting that I really hope will melt into pure euphoria next Tuesday. If McCain is elected I swear to Buddha I will freak.the.f*ck.out.


All the way out.


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In more thrilling news, I'm going to try and be less old lady like and hit up a Halloween party on Friday. Some friends and I are getting a VIP room at a club downtown. I'm not much of a clubber, but the private room makes it more bearable I think. I kind of passed the club-goer stage when I hit 23. We'll see how it goes. I'm sure a cocktail or two will help that along.

I splurged and bought a costume online, which I think is pretty sweet:














That's right, I am Medusa. People look at me, scream, and turn to stone.

Oh, I crack myself up.








What's new with you?

Hey baby...what's your sign?

Well that's just weird!





Secret's out!





Well that's rude.







I love that flavor!






A necessary service in life.





So how do you get in? The exit?






What?!






I've been looking for that...

And finally, on this beautiful Friday, I leave you with this riduculous cat video...

THE CAT WHO WILL BEG FOR ANYTHING:

Superman never made any money

I am ashamed to admit that I have spent the better part of my day playing

THIS GAME.

I need to stop, though, because my first try I got a 134 and now I keep getting worse.