There's a place down town where the freaks all come around...

There are two guys that own the cafe I work at. One of them had a DUI a while back and had a breathalyzer in his car for a while. Well, yesterday it was removed and to celebrate they got two tables at the Martini Lounge. Yes, the logic was fail, but it was fun!
Lots of dancing, lots of laughing at our drunk bosses, chasing cabs and getting lost. I took a million pictures but I'm having a hard time posting them on here since I haven't figured this all out yet.
I will post them as time goes on I'm sure.
I love to dance. I mean LOVE IT! I didn't know half the songs but it was still fun. I wish the Dj hadn't been so erratic. He'd play two seconds of one song and then switch to another.
The only issue was that I don't drink. I don't like the way it tastes and I don't see the point of doing it. I don't mind when other people drink but when they get annoying I get a bit pissy. There were a couple guys that were drunk and annoying. One of them was not getting the point that I wasn't interested in him. I told him I had a boyfriend, a girlfriend, a wife and baby but his reaction was always the same.
"That won't stop me hurr hurr hurr." He repeatedly grabbed my ass and then went and chased my friends into the bathroom. Thank god the security was awesome and happily threw him and his friends out. You can have a good time without alcohol. My boss was so hammered he couldn't form sentences and hardly stand up.
I was thinking of going out again tonight but I think I will stay home and watch movies and eat tasty food.

I HAVE PURCHASED CLUE!

The board game.
The Vintage version in fact. For just twenty bucks I got a version that is just like the original design. The pieces are made from metal and wood and it even came with itty bitty pencils! All this came in a lovely wooden box. Which is the main reason I am so excited. Not only will it withstand my bad habit of piling things on top of other things BUT! Hannibal won't be able to severely damage it if it ever ends up left on the floor where his tiny teeth can find it. For he does lust to gnaw upon everything in site. I am so excited I took pictures of it and My Love Valerie came over to play it with me and Kris. It was amazing.

I also came home with SAW VI *drools* While it's not my favorite movie in the series by far, it is one of my favorite endings and another disk in the row of ever growing SAW DVDs on my shelf.

My sleep pattern should stablize after tonight. I just slept for five hours and am still exhausted so hopefully I can pass out cold again tonight and be all bright eyed and bunny tailed at work tomorrow.

Man I hate when I ramble. Stare at cute evil bunny face.

He gets you when you're sleeping...

That's so sweet I think I might puke

So I am lying here, unable to sleep, and Kris is out like light fixture I've hit with a baseball bat. Normal Monday night. I'm doing my normal intertube searching and goofing off. You know, reading, shopping, tarot study groups. Randomly, I'll look over at Kris and smile because he's never as relaxed when he's awake. His forehead isn't furrowed from concentrating or worrying, his mouth isn't twisted up in his cute sneer or corner chewing manner. He's got a chunk of blond hair that's slipped from it's place to the black strands on the opposite side of his head and it's all falling into his right eye.

I make myself sick, did you know that? Oh dear I suppose I love him huh? Well, I guess seven years together would normally = love but you'd think by now I'd be over it. Nope.

I guess I get another morning of waking up to angry grumbles and grunts and sleepy blue eyes. Multi colored hair stuck up in tufts. Evil Boyfriend. We're a dangerous team. Throw Hannibal the Cannibal Demon Rabbit into the mix and we're a trinity of destruction.

Well, I think this is the part I talk about spending our life together and bells and whistles and fireworks. White dresses and children and a white picket fence.

Yeah, no. In place of a wedding ring I have informed him I will accept a boob job. I want no white dress, no preacher to play gods messenger and forever bind me to him. No, not even a name change. I won't even mention sprogs at this point and time in this blog. You will all hear my opinions at some point I'm sure.

All I want in this relationship? Support, fun, Love I suppose, and someone to follow me on all our adventures. Who loves to walk all over this night dark little town with no street lights and shooting stars every night. Who happily moves 600 miles away from everything and everyone he knows, but then will drive me back there for the fun of it. A boy who listens to me talk about my crush on my new friend and then teases me, who loves my friends and my family and my Evil Hell Bunny. Oh yeah, and then lets me get another one.

Man this list could keep going. I suppose I want a lot don't I?
Good thing I've got it all.
Now that I have made myself ill I think I'll be able to sleep now.

Exquisite Corpse. What a game.

I'm not sure why I started another blog. I'm not sure why I made it black and purple with a blurry picture of some sad, anime boys as a header. I do know why I called it Cadavre Exquis. Not just because it is my favorite book of this point in my life, and I intend to have it tattooed on my body, but also because I love the game. The rules are at the top of this blog. It's basically Telephone but in a story form.
The best thing about it, is that you can play it with more than words. You can play it with art, or word of mouth. I feel like it's a good way to describe life. You write so many words, draw so many lines, shape so many pieces, and then another person comes and starts another line in your story, another piece to what you've begun. Every so often you take over narration again. The story is in your hands, then you hand to someone else. To put their pen to your paper and write bits of your story.
So this little bit will be my Exquisite Corpse.
My pieces to my story. Maybe I'll get others to put theirs here too.