The Morning After

My best friend and I are...spontaneous. We could also be referred to as poor planners, but "spontaneous" sounds better. :P When we go out, we never really know where we're going to end up. Sometimes we go to the bar, others we just drive around looking for trouble. It's much more fun when you are with us, believe me.

Lately, much to the relief of our livers, I'm sure, we've just been driving around, causing trouble in our old hometown. It's small, the cops are *very* bored, so trouble is easy to find. My April 5th court date proves that theory quite well. Don't worry, it's really nothing serious, just a minor traffic thing that will be wiped from my record on that day.

Our last big adventure was a 1AM decision to go to Albuquerque...6 hours away. It sounded like a great idea, until we got there and realized we had a six hour drive back home, and neither of us had slept for nearly 24 hours. (See, poor planning.)

We've also driven all the way up to Cheyenne; a slightly shorter drive than Albuquerque, but still, it emphasizes the spontaneous nature of our times out together. We did manage to find a great little bar called Goofy's, there though. Older, more relaxed crowd; wicked cool. We had a drink, played some pool and drove back to CO. Once again: FUN!

Our next big adventure is a trip to St. Louis. This one is well-planned, though. The only issue we are going to have is convincing me not to spend my tax return on frivolous things, so we can actually get there. The hotel is booked, and the VIP passes are paid for. Both are non-refundable, so I have to learn some discipline, and quick, so we can get the rental car, and pay for food, gas and random merchandise while there.

Problem is, we're poor planners. Neither of us is real capable of looking too terribly far into the future and I, for one, am terrible at following through with plans.

Wish me luck.

Love and War

Apparently, I have an affinity for writing about love, relationships and men. I've come to the realization that this may make me sound a little...desperate, perhaps, or at the very least, "boy crazy," maybe? In turn, this realization has made me a bit uncomfortable because, well, I'm not.

In light of this recent epiphany, I am going to try my best to steer-clear of those topics for at least one post. Here goes:

Um...

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Oh!... No, that's the same thing...

Crap!

Oh! I got it!

Twitter is my new obsession. I have been converted over from the Facebook craze, to a world which requires you to be creative. Seriously. You only get 140 characters to express your thoughts. It's tough, but all that texting short-hand is coming in handy, for once.

I started "tweeting" about a year ago, maybe more, but wasn't really into it. It didn't make sense to me, but now that I have immersed myself into the cult, it's just plain awesome! I have developed an online family that rivals my own blood relation. There's no back-stabbing. Nobody is playing you against somebody else to get what they want. There's no sugar-coating, either. These girls tell it like it is, whether you like it or not. I love it.

I am hoping that Twitter stays low-profile like it is, now. I hate to even think about what will happen to it if it falls into the same category of fame as MySpace (anybody remember that one, or am I it? lol) and Facebook. Tragedy strikes when sites get too big. Hopefully, it'll stay a "cult" hit, so we can continue our craziness in relative peace and quiet. *crosses fingers*

If you're already a twitter-er...or, um, tweeter...errr...twat? (*snicker* Thanks to Brooke for that one!) look me up. Have a good one, folks!