Friday, June 27, 2003


1. How are you planning to spend the summer [winter]?

Just working and hanging out, enjoying the sunshine. Hopefully we'll start riding our bikes more, and spend more time outside on the weekends.

2. What was your first summer job?

I sold balloons at parades and festivals... if you don't count the many years of babysitting before that.

3. If you could go anywhere this summer [winter], where would you go?

Europe ...for sure this summer, backpacking around and my dream trip for wintertime would be New York for New Year's.

4. What was your worst vacation ever?

The weekend trip up to Vancouver for an ex-acquaintence. I have never wanted to choke the living shit out of someone so badly. Gonja Spice (as Tatum and I called her) used to light up her peace pipe about once every 10 minutes or so. Her dealer told us that he never saw anyone smoke as much pot as she did. So, since this was back in like 1998 or so; the security at the border crossing was tight, but probably not as tight as it is now. But still, Holly and I refused to go across the border if she had any reefer on board. So she smoked a bowl in Bellingham, and stashed her stuff in a tree. Classy. About an hour later she was feeling the effects of the withdrawals, and it was all downhill from there. The snappiness, rudeness... plain out bitchiness was rampant. The three of us went to dinner, and I ended up going back to the hotel early because we had gotten into a snarl... I don't remember what about now. She smoked cigarrettes in the room, refusing to open the window, she was loud, obnoxious and the only one of us that had any real money to spend, and she lorded that over us like you couldn't believe. We went out our last night there, and got lost because bitch face wouldn't listen to me, it was pouring down rain, midnight and I had had enough, and I swear to God if she called me stupid one more time I was going to knock her out. Holly was basically in the same boat as me, miserable and wanting to go home... but she had vested more in her friendship with gonja spice than I ever had or wanted to. We were walking in the rain at one point and she said something rude and patronizing, and got so mad I was afraid I would hit her so I kicked water at her from a huge mud puddle we were wading through... though all that served was to drench Holly and I. Yeah. That trip sucked. We had to wait around for several hours the next day so she could go buy some pot from some idiot on the street and smoke it at the Cannibus Cafe or whatever the hell it's called. Holly and I were kinda pissed. I don't think I talked to the bitch for a month or two after that. Arg.

5. What was your best vacation ever?

Probably Mexico with Tatum and Holly in 96... my first real independent trip. We were drunk and sweaty pretty much most of the time. Aaah, the memories.

Well, it's Friday... I'm happy. Aaron got off work early last night, I went to the gym right after I got off work, then Lori and I went swimming with our friend Corey; who is also my new neighbor. Then I went and picked Aaron up; by the time We left his work it was 930 and I hadn't eaten dinner yet. I was so hungry I could've ate the ass out of a rag doll. I settled on a salad (with bean sprouts!) and some baked cod. No huge plans for the weekend, actually will be pretty busy, we are helping Aaron's grandma move, he has Mariners parking and we have one car between us to get grocery shopping, a new cell phone and some other shit to take care of. I hate busy weekends.

Matt and Kel, one more month until they are Mr. and Mrs... I think this was taken less than a month after they initially got together... time flies!

I found this when I was going through some old photos, I love how ben just sits there looking sad and forlorn and Asa is just on a mission toget the hell out of there... aaaahhh, this is what I did with my time before I had a boyfriend. Scary isn't it?... but it made great christmas cards. :-)

I love this picture of Aaron... he's got the best smile ever :-)


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