Friends in low places...

The dot dot dot is my friends. Not sure why, but I use it a lot. Moving on...

In recent events, I have been challenged by the duties of friendship. Be there for your friend in a time of need, help her see the light at the end of the dark tunnel. Be the phone call away person, be the third wheel when meeting the new interest for dinner. Be the friend who lets your friend grow on her own without growing apart. And finally, be the friend that washes druken pissed on sheets at 5 am. dot dot dot

Last time I checked, peeing anywhere else besides the toilet or behind a tree is not something people do these days. Well, unless you're Billy Madison and on a field trip dot dot dot being a really good friend by peeing your pants to make it look cool so your friend doesnt get imbarrassed!! Oh god, I shouldn't even be writing about this! I am a horrible friend.

Seriously though. Not sure if its age, preference, perception or a persimmons but being so wasted drunk that I cannot control my bladder, does not sound fun to me. Nor does a hangover. Nor does imbarrassing myself. I just thought at some age, around mid 20's, people start growing up in a sense about their dignity and respect, but as I have just explained I am wrong. I partied hard as a teen and young adult but have a whole different perspective on things way up here on this realization bracket. At least I know Im not alone.

Not really sure where to go with this from here. I guess Im just over the drink til you drop game show. Im just not quite sure how to be friend without being an interventionist. Im mean , just because I think of it one way doesnt mean everybody else does too. What to do, what to do...

You are viewed to carry the ways of the company you keep.

Well then my friend dot dot dot company's gotta change.

Day 2.. which is really hour 2 of the same day...

I told you I had a lot on my mind.
Second order of business. The royal wedding! Yeah yeah, all you boo-hoo-ers can go be grouches elsewhere. But for me, I am enjoying it. There is something about a King and Queen, Princes and Princesses that is a bit facinating. I mean, to us American children (said with your heaviest, most hillbilly souther accent), a Royal family is a fairytale. A life that only exists in the movies and playing pretend. Us Western children had to grow up with money problems and the threat of real life coming soon and the word job **shiver** Sure, the Windsors have been around in England this whole time, but this is a generation where they are visable to me. Plus, any wedding is a wedding Im interested in AND I do get all teary eyed about ALL weddings. Yes, Kristina, I really did get sappy when you told me about your wedding today. :)

Honestly, I know why Im sort of obsessed with weddings: It's because I want a wedding. OKAY THERE!! I said it!!!!

And here comes the fun part! Im going to document my wedding wish list! Yeah me! Im not even engaged!! For all 3 of you who may read this, it wont hurt my feelings if you dont read on.

The following includes things about weddings that fit my personality. If I can have my very own (in British accent that time) wedding, these pictures reflect how I would want mine to look. And listen, Im not the gal that has always dreamt of my wedding day.. which by the way, I think is a crock of shit. I certainly was not dreaming about getting married when I was 8. I was playing softball and running from the site of a dress. So this whole "since I was a little girl" crap has got to go people!

Funny, this is Kate Middletons sister. But I would totally wear a simple dress like this. Except something would definetely have to be done about the cap sleeve. My fellow big shoulder sista's know what Im talking about.

No mother, I was not born in a barn, you should be the first to know that! I would however love to have reception in one! Certainly one that was clear of farm animals and poop. Okay, maybe this idea is out there, but I still love it.

This is speaking my language.

Love this.

Well, that is all for now. Say Yes to the Dress is on and so is my imagination.

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So, here I am. Back from a long vacation... Who knows why I temporarily abandoned this blog; busyness, laziness, lifelessness, boringness?? Well whatever it was, it filled my brain with a bunch of mumbo jumbo that needs to be put somewhere, here. I may just post multiple blogs.. in one night... so for the astronomical amount of followers I have wont be on wordy overload.

Perhaps I am fueled to write because Bobby is out of town for 5 days or maybe its because Ive been watching reruns of Sex and the City and Carrie just writes her skinny little Minolo's off and makes everything make more sense. It could be the fact that I just had a multiple days where sooo many thoughts were going through my head, the thoughts literally just made my fingers starting typing words to make more room for more thoughts? Oh god...

Okay. Focus Jessica. Make is systematic and easy. I know your good at that. Hey? Who said that??

Arighty then, so today I write about Bob. Bobby is out of town. Im on day 2 and I feel like Im running on empty. What is it about this kid that makes me move? He's like the gasoline to my dirt bike. If I ain't got it, Im not moving. Really though, I have 5 days to really get shit done and I havent done a damn thing. Ive got a paper to write, laundry, house to clean, grocery shopping, cars to wash.. I mean the list is really endless. But do I even have the slightest motivation? Nope. Not without Bobby around. I just like him I guess. He makes me tick. He's the battery to my clock. And speaking of clokes, at least one good thing comes out of him being gone: I can actually get to work before 8.