Gimme an F! Gimme an I! Gimme an X!

Blogging is so much like high school. I remember Pants telling me this, and I shrugged it off thinking it couldn't be all that bad. It is. When blogging you put yourself out there for anyone to read, that's the point, right? Sometimes you read a blog not because you are "stalking" the person, but because you enjoy the writing. Rather than bother myself with it, I'm going to revamp the old RSS feed. This is where you come in. I need a daily does of blogs to read. I'm a blog junkie! I'd love some new recommendations on entertaining, well-written blogs. Email or comment me if you have any. My RSS feed and I will be eternally grateful!

Moving on.

Wine was spilled last night, and again it was not my fault. Learning my lesson, I kept my cup in hand the entire time. Even then it still got kicked over. You'd think it would be impossible but a fellow concert kicked the cup out of my hand as he passed, causing it to spill all over Aimee. There was no attempted apology. Which may have been my fault--I think I offended him. I tend to expand my vocabulary to include every expletive I know when someone kicks my hand. It hurt therefore I'm 100% justified--that's how it works, yo!

Aimee was soaked in red wine. Which totally made it okay to plot revenge. She had a plan, that is until sweet Sue intervened. "God is watching you, Aimee." Aimee looked to me for an answer. "It's Baby Jesus I'd be concerned with, and he must be asleep by now. Go for it." I knew it was mean, but I was bitter. I wanted to get through an outside concert without having my drink displayed all over my friend's clothing and blanket. Just one! Is that really too much to hope for?

In the end there was no revenge plan executed. Once the word karma got thrown into the conversation it was all over. The gods of karma better pay off today, or I'm going to be pissed!

"Note to Self: Don't Die"

Everything is right in my world again. I've been stressing lately over shit that really shouldn't matter.

Tonight was spent in the best of company: four of my closest female friends all at the same concert. If Jen had been there my girl world would have been complete.

Ryan Adams was great, but the part that really had me in antics was sitting near Dooce. I assume everyone knows her, after all she's achieved rockstar status in my book. When I started doing my excited dance my friends strained their eyes looking around for Ryan Adams. When I pointed Dooce out to them, I got a collective "who?" OMG people, DOOCE! I was shocked. When I explained who she was they all sorta looked at her and shrugged. Sue, being perfect, couldn't understand my fascination. "Sarah, you're way prettier." Of course, she's my friend and has to say that. Aimee then pointed out her "gross shorts." This is when I realized how lucky I really am--I'll always be the prettiest blogger in their minds.

And for that, I love them even more.