Dawn's Digression.
Wednesday, January 22, 2003
Kid Rocks
I got a new CD today. I know I'm way behind the times, but I got Kid Rock, Devil Without A Cause. I just love Bawitdaba. I was listening to Swamp Ophelia, and suddenly I thought I could use a change in groove. In with Kid. Maybe not such a good time right before bed. Now I'm all jiggy. :) Right. Me jiggy. But I'm trying. My head is moving. This is me dancing. Not a dancer. Even when I go out. Maybe especially when I go out. People look so stupid when they dance. No, thanks. I'll pass. Besides that, I have two left feet and no rhythm. But, if you get enough liquor in me, I'll occasionally get out there.
I'm planning to go out next weekend while Michele is in DC. I figure I can use a little celebrating. I plan to blow the diet and get a little trashed. Woo-hoo! Happy graduation to me, I say....My gift to myself. This is assuming I receive my certificate in the mail before next Friday.... Ah, screw it... Paper or no paper I drink. And if I'm lucky, I'll find some poor soul to dance with me at RoundUp. Poor sucker, whoever you are. ;) Cuz I suck. Badly. But that's okay. These two straight girls from work are supposed to go with me. I've mentioned it to a couple of friends, but no one wants to go. I usually wouldn't either. It's like straight girls' night out. Oh...straight girls and me.
It rather amuses me the searches that will bring up my blog. Today I was looking at my site meter, and a couple of the searches that brought it up were 'fucking dawn' and 'strawberry shortcake thermos', and 'emily saliers and coming out'. Hunh. I'm trying to figure how 'fucking dawn' got in there. Maybe I said 'fucking' one day. But I'm not sure where my name is. *shrug* OH. hahahaha I haven't even been drinking....It's Dawn's Digression. *throws head back and laughs* I am such an idiot sometimes. Okay, a lot of the time.
I hate Valentine's Day. Do I really need to figure out something to do for this commercial holiday? Of course I do. But I resent the holiday. Don't get me wrong, I'll be pissed as a weasel in a blender should the muffin blow it off. I just think it is ... lame. Indeed. And I have no creative ideas. No, sir. I usually save those for her birthday, anyway, since it is such a huge freakin' big deal to her.
Some chick just knocked on our door. She was looking for our lesbian neighbors. And she says, "Am I at the wrong house? Blah blah blah... Family blah blah blah..." And we're trying to figure out how she knew we were family. We don't have stickers on the cars or in the window or anything. Wonder if it was the purple truck in the driveway. Anyway, she was holding this little Chihuahua. Naturally, Michele took it from her and had to hold it. The girl proceeds to introduce herself and then walk in to meet me. Weird, eh? She was very friendly. And we presume she had been drinking.
I am way looking forward to an Indigo Girls road trip this year. I didn't get one last year, but I promised myself I would this year. And you know what? I'm going. I've got no one to go with me, and I may go alone, but dammit, I am fucking going. I wish I had a friend who was up for that kind of thing, though. Really do. I'm not really asking Michele because she is an awful traveler, and this is supposed to be fun. If she went, she'd be unhappy and therefore, make me unhappy. And we wouldn't talk about cool stuff on the way. I want someone to sing with and discuss stuff. I guess I just really want some girl bonding. Whoever goes must be a singer. Not a good one. Just enjoy it. :) I have no idea where I'm going yet. I went to Kansas with an acquaintance a couple of years ago, and we had a good time. Any volunteers? Come on, you know you want to.
I'm planning to go out next weekend while Michele is in DC. I figure I can use a little celebrating. I plan to blow the diet and get a little trashed. Woo-hoo! Happy graduation to me, I say....My gift to myself. This is assuming I receive my certificate in the mail before next Friday.... Ah, screw it... Paper or no paper I drink. And if I'm lucky, I'll find some poor soul to dance with me at RoundUp. Poor sucker, whoever you are. ;) Cuz I suck. Badly. But that's okay. These two straight girls from work are supposed to go with me. I've mentioned it to a couple of friends, but no one wants to go. I usually wouldn't either. It's like straight girls' night out. Oh...straight girls and me.
It rather amuses me the searches that will bring up my blog. Today I was looking at my site meter, and a couple of the searches that brought it up were 'fucking dawn' and 'strawberry shortcake thermos', and 'emily saliers and coming out'. Hunh. I'm trying to figure how 'fucking dawn' got in there. Maybe I said 'fucking' one day. But I'm not sure where my name is. *shrug* OH. hahahaha I haven't even been drinking....It's Dawn's Digression. *throws head back and laughs* I am such an idiot sometimes. Okay, a lot of the time.
I hate Valentine's Day. Do I really need to figure out something to do for this commercial holiday? Of course I do. But I resent the holiday. Don't get me wrong, I'll be pissed as a weasel in a blender should the muffin blow it off. I just think it is ... lame. Indeed. And I have no creative ideas. No, sir. I usually save those for her birthday, anyway, since it is such a huge freakin' big deal to her.
Some chick just knocked on our door. She was looking for our lesbian neighbors. And she says, "Am I at the wrong house? Blah blah blah... Family blah blah blah..." And we're trying to figure out how she knew we were family. We don't have stickers on the cars or in the window or anything. Wonder if it was the purple truck in the driveway. Anyway, she was holding this little Chihuahua. Naturally, Michele took it from her and had to hold it. The girl proceeds to introduce herself and then walk in to meet me. Weird, eh? She was very friendly. And we presume she had been drinking.
I am way looking forward to an Indigo Girls road trip this year. I didn't get one last year, but I promised myself I would this year. And you know what? I'm going. I've got no one to go with me, and I may go alone, but dammit, I am fucking going. I wish I had a friend who was up for that kind of thing, though. Really do. I'm not really asking Michele because she is an awful traveler, and this is supposed to be fun. If she went, she'd be unhappy and therefore, make me unhappy. And we wouldn't talk about cool stuff on the way. I want someone to sing with and discuss stuff. I guess I just really want some girl bonding. Whoever goes must be a singer. Not a good one. Just enjoy it. :) I have no idea where I'm going yet. I went to Kansas with an acquaintance a couple of years ago, and we had a good time. Any volunteers? Come on, you know you want to.
Dawn, 9:59 PM
