I used to sleep eeeevery day.

You guys right now, at this point in my life, at 26 years old, after cleaning up my fiance’s food chunks soaked in absinthe and throwing a blanket over a man on the couch, there are two things in life I recommend. Kings of Leon and Friday Night Lights. That’s it. Yes I know, I’m perpetually a 16 year old but I don’t want to meet the person who can resist this shit.

A bit pretench? Over the top? Doesn’t matter, that guy who is making you feel like you’ve got something in your teeth has got the best voice in music since NKTOB. I downloaded an album not realizing it was live until I wondered what all the hooting and hollering was about and bothered to look at my iPhone. That speaks for the whole band. Two other pluses are that they have songs about road head and lovesick vampires and it makes your giny tickle. So get on track and pick me up some bottles of booze.

Ok and Friday Night Lights. I’m almost ready to promise to stop talking about this but I’m serious, watch it. It’s not all about football, it’s about life and rooting for #7.

That’s number 7, tell me he’s not adorable. Still no? Ok how about now?

Ok well if Matt Saracen working at the Alamo Freeze doesn’t do it for you, then you’re probably more of a #33 kind of whore girl person.

I mean that’s fine if that’s what you’re into, sure Tim Riggins is easy to look at.

But you know he’s overdue for a visit to the clinic. So you have fun with that hot piece of #33.

OK, that’s it, I swear, no more Friday Night Lights but only because I’m sure I’ve convinced you all to watch the first three seasons which are easily accessible on Netflix watch instantly, get it done people! Otherwise we’re not going to have anything to talk about.

Alright. It’s getting down to it. The wedding, adulthood, middle age. Although you wouldn’t know it from the night I had. If I hadn’t bothered to look at a calendar in eight years I would have thought it was freshman year in the dorms, complete with drublic punkeness, getting lost, falling in bushes, throwing up, people longer than your couch sleeping on your couch and passing out before brushing one’s teeth. It doesn’t help this was all done with people I actually went to college with. Ain’t much changed. But that’s good, I love these guys.

I feel like I want to write about my job but I just don’t even know where to start. I just don’t know. It’s not all bad, but this one girl, this one goddamn nasty girl with body acne who picks then looks at her fingers – no! I won’t go any further. Six months then I’m CEO guaranteed.

In writing this post I got side tracked by Kings of Leon you tube videos and I realized that music videos have a completely different language than film or TV. In their effort to include all band members, if you read it like a film it would play with strong homosexual under overtones. Watch Sex On Fire and try not to see it. I dare you.

Side note – the lead singer of Kings recently spoke publicly about his anorexia. Disordered eating club, high five! I mean, I wish you recovery and a sound self image.

Is he not doing it for you? Is this not enough to convince you to listen to things I tell you to listen to? I mean, his voice, my goodness. I imagine it’s like when Ms A first watched Jesus Christ Superstar and got chills. He is that good, they all are. Ok, now I think I can commit to no more KOL talk. I can’t guarantee a time frame but for the remainder of this post, I’m done. How can someone be so beautiful and have the voice he has, unfair. That man got more than his share of good genes. Ok, I’m done, I’m done. But he’s like hard to look at straight on, right?

Sweet TBU is passed out next to me in his clothes, his glasses askew and all oblivious to the blue light from the laptop and the typing. Adorable. It doesn’t hurt that the cat who got high and cost me a $200 vet visit is cuddling with him and purring. My boys!

Me though, I’m not tired. I had half a cup of coffee at 8:30 yesterday morning. So I don’t expect to sleep until Sunday night. Just in time to get a good night’s sleep for work.

Haha, remember when I was obsessed with Brandon Flowers? I’ve moved from mormons to pentecostals. When will a nice hot Atheist boy come along? Geez America, is this all you have to offer me?

Ok, I’m going to end this dinosaur now. But I will tell you what we’re being for Halloween. I will be a Girl Scout, wearing the uniform I wore when I was a Girl Scout. Scarily enough, it pretty much all fits me. TBU is going as Zombie Johnny. As in Zombie Johnny Castle from Dirty Dancing. As in Zombie Patrick Swayze. Too soon?

The Millionizer can see the giggling virgins overlooking me

TBU dealt with a bunch of wedding related stuff, specifically getting our marriage license appointment set up, and emailed me the details along with pdf forms to be filled out prior to the appointment. Along with all that came the note:

“what a hassle, married life better be sweet”

We’ll do our best.

The Millionizer can’t get it up but will still come all over your party.