More pictures!

Pictures from the Portland Spirit costume party.













I was a cowgirl! No I wasnt drunk in this picture!



















Jenifer was a sex kitten. Me. Ooooow. Heh.















Miss Jaime was a milkmaid. Milkmaid, indeed! I think Jenifer and I stood in the bar line for her. Which reminds me, I owe Jenifer money.... Jaime sure is cute, though!




















Matt! He's a surgeon. I still would rather have surgery done by him than any of the Grey's Anatomy folks. In case you're wondering. And I know you are.















I am drunk in this picture. Which is why my aim is so off. No, mom, I didnt drive that night.















We're pretty.















Even more pretty!















Ha! I love this picture.

And that's it! Happy Halloween!

Pictures 2

Here's pictures from Jenifer's bachelorette party! (a few months















Captain Jenifer!















I forgot the name of the restaurant we went to already. Good food! Interesting service...

















Then we got some drinks at Sausebox and did a little bit of story telling. If I remember correctly, I believe it was about a lesbian psychopath who tried to kill her boss. I could be wrong.
We finished the night out back at my place. We played games. Max is the cat. She sleeps with me sometimes. She also drools if she purrs too much. I think it's funny.

Friendly Reminder

People, never ever, under any sort of circumstances use public restrooms as an area for a private conversation for these reasons:

a) Hello, it's not private. Stalls are not soundproof. There may be someone in the stall waiting for you to leave. What do you think they're doing in there? They're listening to you. Thus the term "Public" restrooms.

b) There may be someone in a stall waiting for you to leave. In a great deal of pain caused by IBS.

c) Bathrooms are full of germs. People fart freely in public restrooms. You're inhaling fart fumes. Lots of them. And so is the person that is probably in a stall waiting for you to leave.
Thank you.

PS: If the girl who was talking to her friend in the restroom earlier today while I was waiting for them to leave happens to read this blog, this is what I have to say to you:

Just because you got a D on your first test is NOT an excuse to never study for a test again. You're only punishing yourself. Seeeriously. People!