Update

One of many funny images resulting from a drunken trip to Ihop at 4 am, only to realize they don't open until 5am, and that ChopStyx and I would have to kill some time in the nearby grocery store.

Best pair of Wellies ever, seen in the SeaTac airport:


So since 08 kicked off, I ended a relationship, beat that bitch called Kanser, was officially diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, went back to work part-time, had a horrible horrible flare up that no pain drugs would touch that seemed to stump all my doctors and specialists. I finally took matters into my own hands with alternative methods; lots of stretching, an uber-healthy (uber sucky) raw diet, an alternative chiropractor, and low stress. I've been getting healthier, and worked 10 1/2 hours yesterday, the first time in well over a year. I have to sunscreen up every time I go outside (quite an adjustment for the girl who never wore sunscreen, never burned, even as a wee little kid), and I have to be very careful and watch myself that I don't overdo it, or I'll pay dearly for my fun.


I ventured out to the coast for a fun weekend with my buddy ChopStyx, and met up with the awesomest couple of fools ever. Inner Voices and his girl Special Cheese are two of the downest people I've ever met. I'll admit I was a little scared at the prospect of a meetup after ChopStyx filled my head with stories of Axe Murderers and whatnot, but Inner Voices quickly assured me that he uses a chainsaw, not an axe, which is much more humane. I suppose to some people, meeting up with someone you've only talked to on the phone a handful of times is a bit sketchy, but I full on love Voices and Cheese, I feel like I've known these two kids for-ev-er. And Cheese's lil string cheese's are the cutest things ever. So ChopStyx and I met Voices at this little cafe thing overlooking the coast and had us some alcafasheezie to calm the nerves. Voices doesn't mess around either, this guy just straight-up hugged us, right off the bat. Not being one to hug strangers, but not about to dodge away from an oncoming hug from someone I knowbutdon'tknow, Voices got the "3 pats on the back and we're done" hug. ChopStyx doesn't drink, as she's uber-alergic to alcohol, so she was my DD (pretty sweet eh?) After we all decided none of us were going to kill each other, Styx and I jumped into the sweet Honda Pilot she used to roll, and follow Voices down the road. Let me tell you right now, Voices' driveway is one hell of a commute, and not anything I think I'd ever drive my self. Styx handled it like a champ, but it's all twisty-turny dirtness that one must have a 4X4 to get up and I'm apparently too much of a pansy for such things. Once we made it to the Voices-Cheese casa, it was time for a beer as we got the grand tour. This man's house is astounding. It's beautiful, and it's entirely self-sufficient. I can't even explain just how badass it is. We were a bit of a letdown since we weren't down to move firewood, my bad guy... After the tour Voices offers up a shot, and I sample this beauty of a tequila he had, some big blue bottle of stuff called Corralejo (and you KNOW I went to the store and bought some of that shit, it is the bomb). He has a pretty sweet-ass shot glass collection, so he was showing us that, and then Voices whips out this beer cozie and has us touch it. That thing was made of deer scrotum. That's so not ok I can't even tell you. But... I'll admit it was hilarious. I just hope you don't use it often, that's a bit odd. Then Cheese arrives home with the little string cheeses, and she lived up to all phone convo expectations. Cheese is the bomb. Voices is the bomb. I wish I lived closer cuz I would be down to kick it on the regular. We left soon after, but not before Voices took the opportunity to write on the back windshield of the sweet Pilot, which had gotten quite dirty on the drive to his place. By the time we thought to take a picture, it was too late too see anything.
He wrote something along the lines of "You wish your girlfriend was this dirty." Hilarious. More hilarious: Later that night we're parked along the coastline with a million other fools, watching the sun go down because I haven't seen that shit over the ocean in hella years. So the cars all start to leave, and we're just sitting there talking, listening to music, deciding what to do next, and this white truck drives by real slow, then turns around and comes back, still slow. Then it flips a bitch AGAIN and drives past... We're like, seriously, what is this fool doing??? The next day we're going out to Styx's Pilot and it clicks that they were trying to read the back windshield. Nicely done Voices, nicely done.

I've got to get my sexy hair all done and get on the road, I'll try to post again soon, there are so many awesome stories to tell when you actually leave the house on the daily. Much love kids