maybe we should all light up cigarettes and try to give the soldiers lung cancer

last night was melinda's belated birthday gathering. much fun (and drinking) was had. as well as finding out that i'm not the only person in this town that reads gawker (thanks to pam). and i found out something about someone that kind of upset me. but i'm trying to not think of it. because if i dwell on it, i won't be able to move on, and if this friendship i thought was strong was so easily broken, maybe it was never all that strong to begin with. whatever. i'm over it.

on another note, i had to pee this morning at 6, which meant having to go outside because lyman's bathroom is not inside his place (it's not an outhouse, either, for those who do not know; it's a fully functioning bathroom, it's just located outside). this, of course, woke up the kitties, namely sparky, who decided it was time to get some attention. this kept up with me nodding in and out of sleep until 8:30, when i decided to finally get up and get ready for work.

so tomorrow's the b-day. kinda lackluster. the plans are still to go to ego's and see the transgressors. nothing besides that. i don't even plan on getting drunk. i just don't feel like it. but who knows. no plans for the weekend, either, except for trying to get some sleep in, do some reading, and possibly some laundry. meh. still thinking of taking in a movie tonight, or i might just veg watching some episodes of angel. we'll see.

in other news:
i discovered this morning that i have lost my fucko button. i think that was my most treasured of all my joolie buttons. it caused many harsh, disapproving looks from cashiers. sniff sniff. let's all have a moment for the fucko button.