Crazybananas

Yes, I know today isn’t actually Abbie’s birthday, but today is the day of celebration, so I thought it’d be a good day to write about her. Now what can I say that will explain the vast, complicated creature that is one of my best friends? Well, she has a knack for telling bad jokes, she sings whether or not it is requested and she enjoys talking about her boobs, her ass and any “zits” she may have (the random quotes are to indicate her idea of a zit is a freckle, which is entirely annoying to those of us who do have HUGE volcanos on our faces). She has a pup that pees on her daily, she’s always sick and she is TOTALLY the man of the house (sorry Luke, but you know she’s the boss).

I can’t adequately describe her in words…but I can embarrass her in pictures.

Happy Birthday Abbs! Have fun being old!

I used to think I had quite a sense of style. All of my apartments were cute, clothes weren’t hidious and I’ve only had 1 REALLY BAD haircut (holy crap, that was bad). Now I’m learning that I am not a good decorator. It’s very frustrating. I’m turning back into the succubus. That is NOT a good thing.

On a lighter note, my sand volleyball team is now a stunning 0-12. Apparently no other team’s members read this page and have seen my pleas for mercy. After another spectacular loss, some ladies on our team decided to create some sand sculptures. I made a fish….they did not…

Yes, vaginas. This is what happens when you lose 12 games in a row. You create sand vaginas.

When I started this site last May, it was supposed to be a link for me from Italy. I had just finished my last semester at KU and was heading off for a summer abroad. Now, if you go back and look at the posts from this time, you can see how the site was used. Kind of an easier than e-mailing type of communication. All the posts are written more like letters than most blogs, and almost all are so full of cheese you can smell the Velveta coming off your monitor. Ah, well. The former life of my site.

After I returned from Italy, my amount of viewers dropped dramatically. Partly because I was now around the people who wrote on this daily and partly because I felt like I had nothing to say. No more exciting stories. So the site became a way for me to share my photos from Italy with those who were there with me.

After the re-design, I removed most of these pics. But now, because of popular demand, the pictures will return. I just have to reload them all. So, “crap stain,” be patient, and you will soon see photos.

Click here for my uploading progress so far.

And now my site is going to be an outlet for me to say whatever I want. My strong political beliefs and convictions will finally be heard by the world. Or I could just talk about poop. And work. And my drunk friends. And my new dog (**hint**). And I can work out my foul mouth. Shit! Oh, that feels much better.

Stay tuned!

I am a resident of 1304 W. 50th no more!!! After long weekend of bleached out lungs, decomposed rodents, and dust dating back to 1903, we’ve finally moved the mound of crap that is our livelihood to our new home.

Yipee! I’m doing the “New House Dance” as we speak. “Who’s house? Megan’s house! Say what? Who’s house? Trent’s house!” Run DMC should be so proud. Their work has now become fodder for a fairly average writer who seems to believe she is God’s gift to hip hop music and all those who worship a large ass.

Anyway, I had several fun stories for everyone, but I’ve forgotten them all in my sleepless existance. In short, moving sucks, Trent’s mom is the coolest woman alive (even I wouldn’t pick up a decomposed rat for my kid, not that I have a kid, but you know what I mean), and I love the Home Depot!

Click here for more pictures of the move. Or click here for pictures of Trent & I’s trip to the Royals game. Just in case you’re feeling random. I know I am.

What do you do when a person you care about is screwing everything up? You can’t go to that person’s family because you’re part of it and no one will believe you anyway. You can’t talk to the person in question because they will just say, “You did bad things in the past too! You’re not perfect!”

I know that I am NOT a perfect person [see past entries, I am a strange, messed up little woman], but I’d like to think that one thing I am very good at is being a friend. I’m a good friend. I hope most of my friends would agree. And I know I’ve messed up some amazing friendships in my life [you know who you are], but I think in the past few years I’ve realized how important it is to stay close to people you care about. I have not done a very good job with this person in question.

This person and I used to be extremely close. Somewhere along the line we lost touch with each other, and with this loss we also lost respect and true caring. Now when we see each other, it seems forced and obligatory. This person thinks I look down on him for the mistakes he’s made in his life. Trust me, I cannot and do not have the right to look down on anyone for their mistakes. I’ve made too many of my own. And I’m trying to own up to them. It takes time to change.

How do I tell this person I’m worried without driving them further away? Without ruining what relationship we have left? Without seeming uptight and like a snitch? How can I show him that what he’s doing is serious and could get him into trouble he just can’t understand?

I’m afraid if I don’t do anything, there could be serious trouble. Very. Serious. But what the hell am I supposed to do???!