Sticks and stones

Sometimes after I enter a title, I push enter thinking its going to take me down to this box to write, but every time it just publishes it. I still am no good at the internet.

Spending time in Lincoln was very drunk. And very fun. Both bad and good decisions were made, some happy, some bummer. Overall, very fun. I'd like to give a shout-out (a kfrx dedication, maybe?) to Ms. Amy for graduating. I think if I had to pick any song to dedicate to her, it would be... hm. I'll get back to that.

I went to the World's Largest Truck Stop in Iowa on my way home. It was sorta awesome. They had a huge semi IN the building. And a dentist. Which is probably good with all the meth truckers use to stay awake.

At my cousins wedding last night I lectured (weird, I know) a woman for being overly rude to these two women cleaning the bathrooms. They couldn't speak english very well, and she told them they should be fired and that if they couldn't speak english they should leave the fucking country. Don't you worry, I gave her a talking to. And then her husband got mad at me for stepping in the middle. And then my redneck aunt told me she'd never been so proud of me before; which was sorta from left field.

I split my pants today bending over to clean something. I think thats a sign ive gained far too much weight. To my own credit though, they were old jeans and worn out anyway, but shit makes a girl feel like a heafer.

This is long. I miss everyone. I wish I could be in Lincoln to see Helen in Cabaret. Helen, when are you in Cabaret?