Carl left you a pie in the fridge

-What? Who’s Carl? And, more importantly, what kind of pie is it?

This is how I started my monday morning.

I then saw a grown man with an undercut and it made my day 78.7% better.

A lawyer asked me to print off the weather forecast for the next day. This is the thing with lawyers. Maybe they just want to hang out and get up from their desks so they get people to do absolutely pointless tasks. In the time it took him to walk down the hall, he could have read it himself probably 6 times. I sort of laughed and I think he was pissed. I totally hi-lighted Tuesday and the graphic for his ease of reference.

The week, it’s was shaped by

Asleep Bearly's
I was fast asleep Wednesday night when Brad rang my doorbell around 12, dragged me out of bed, downstairs to Bearly's and put a drink in my hand- all in a matter of 3 minutes. I don't even think my eyes were open for about 1/2 hr.

Savannah call!!!!
So nice to hear some Savannah laughter at my recent secrets.
If something sexy doesn’t happen to me soon, I’m gonna fuckin' kill someone!

Working hard.
I think the laywer I was working for on Friday thought I was a law student. He’d be all like. Interpret 3.5 and take off for an hour. The weirdest part was that I interpreted 3.5 pretty much perfectly. Had to work overtime even...

which led to instating

White Wine Leather Jacket Fridays (Badass)
It began when Amy arrived and I was sitting smoking on my steps (I don't even smoke anymore). Fridays are always long days at the office. We decided the night would be defined by a fine balance of class and bad-assedtry. Amy and I hit it. Haley’s in. Sav will soon be a member, I’m sure. To be in the club you have to have a leather jacket, be hot, and like to get drunk and be a badass. Wanted to see Buck 65 but no dice. So we went to Stage Nine and saw, like, Rawlins Cross or something. Not hatin’, just sayin’. Sorry, I’m not from Cape Breton so I can’t tell the difference. Aesthetics in this city are so fucked up. PS-SMASH THE STATE!!!

Family cottage lobster fest
Saturday night. Lobster and then hockey game. I think that was the first hockey game I tried to watch, ever. Wasen’t as excruciating as I expected (maybe cause of the Heinnekin), for a social thing.

Mouse Legend Continues
The mouse seems to hate hardcore punk. The mouse likes boys. It only appears when a boy is at my house or I'm talking to Andrew on the phone. It’s like I’m in a fucking short story and it's a recurrent symbol with some sort of deep coherent meaning to it’s existence. The hunt has been schedule for Thursday by Edie the kitty's visit.

Mommy can I go out and kill tonight?
I’m always rocking out in the elevator and I think people at the firm think I’m fucking crazy. Descendents. So much punk rock. Milo goes to College. Myage= sweet bassline...

A Penpal
I have a penpal now and it’s pretty cool. He’s in a lot of cool bands.

NEXT SHOW COUNTDOWN
June 29th at Hell’s Kitchen. Immaculate Machine and Maynards, bitches. I am very very excited. We have new songs and even practice on a regular basis now. You better come, or else you’ll miss out/I'll hate you forever. Yeah, it’s Thursday. So what. Don't be a pussy.