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Well it's Friday, and wow what a great week it's been. Yes, blatent sarcasm there.
Anyway, and without further a-do, I bring you random thought process:

-- i hate the word "sure".

-- Normally I'm not a big fan of King without a Crown by Matisyahu (because it's been played so often), but today something about that song, a bowl, and a beer made life worth living. Hips just kinda SWAY to that on their own, don't they?

-- Every time I look up and see an airplane fly over I wonder if I should really hop on one.

-- My site counter is telling me my blog has had 101, 386 hits since I started tracking. I just want to say how much I appreciate all of you (that comment, and don't comment) how glad I am that you enjoy my little slice of heaven, or ... apparently not by some of the commenters.

-- I've learned in the last year that there are things you can say on your blog, and things you cannot without somebody inferring something. Which is too bad, because sometimes I really think I just wanna crack my mind open and express... but I can't deal with assumptions so I stifle... often.

-- Fucking Vegas in September is looking fucking fabulous. Just really have to get that off my chest. I'm thinking that would be a perfect opportunity for the calendar shoot ladies, just in time for 2007 calendar production.

-- Again, Fucking Vegas in September is STILL looking fabulous because I'm rooming with T. And shes gonna wear a towel again... and I'm not going to try so hard to keep my hands to myself. If I run into a water buffalo I'm hitting her up for the dry-off first and foremost.
(sorry you know what hun? I just had to spill that)

-- I hope T doesn't get upset that I said that. Fuck, maybe I should send her another dozen roses AND a picture of me smirking..... just in case.

-- I'm so glad I booked and committed to that shit. I need to change the subject.


-- No 4.20 in my house ever goes uncelebrated. Therefore I break out the 'special', that's right the big boy... And it rocks. It goes back to it's stash-away in the closet around 10, in fact this fucker doesn't even come out for special occassions... Nope, just today... SO, it's kinda like Santa for Em...


-- This afternoon a lawyer in my office asked me if I wanted to stay late and collate. This is the same guy that looks away from ANYTHING he is doing and thinks he secretly undresses me with his eyes through his glass door when I walk down the hallway to my office. I couldn't oblige since I was not feeling so well this afternoon... and it kinda caught me off guard because he's shy.
So I stuttered.

-- Fingerprints tattoo'd on your ass is weird. Especially when it's perfect finger placement to somebody that is/was/or could be behind you.... But yet, a good friend of mine has that tattoo'd on his ass. And yes, I said his.

-- I wanted to not overthink that. So I'm not and moving on.

-- J emailed me today, and reminded me that yeah... I really need some evil girl time because I'm goin' a bit soft lately. In reply to an email I sent this morning, she wrote this:

Emma,

You not going fishing is like I-S-H. You are the F, complete the fish. We need our F. Could you imagine what it would be like if we couldn't say fuck, or fight or even fat ass? It'd be uck, ight, and at ass... Doesn't work.

Be the F, bring the beer, and meet us at the boat launch at 7am. If you can't get to your rod you can use one of mine... okay chica? Okay.

Time to catch dem bigguns that been hidin' all season and geddin' fat.
J

PS- We decided you should bring the beer only since that's going to keep you committed to the trip. No you, no beer, you'll hear about it until you die and you know that's a fact. jack.

That said. Should be a great weekend. Hope yours is just as well!