Moody Meow

A long time ago in a South Florida, far far away, I went by the name “Q”. I was a regular in a few select chatrooms on AOL via accounts that were….uhm… borrowed. Throughout those years I met a lot of amazing people, did a lot of drugs, and laughed hard enough to make me pee my pants. Well I got an e-mail from an old roomie and with it, pictures that brought back memories. The picture of me is from when I was 19 (I think - not really sure - those years were pretty hazy) and when I was a little, uhm, loose. So of course, I had to show everyone my wonderful bra, because that’s what you do. I just thought it was funny that people still remember me as “Q” and a kid with a big mouth, full of piss and vinegar.

On a more present note, I got accepted as a contributor for Metroblogging Orlando. I’ve read this blog on and off, and found the variant viewpoints interesting. It’s also been a great place for me to find new things to do since I’m trying not to drink anymore (did this weekend…on new meds….fucking bad idea). So, I should start writing for them in a week or so. I’m not sure how selective they are, but I am going to have fun with it none the less!
My first nights of class were pretty good. It’s a loooooong fucking day on Saturday. We watched, for those who are keeping track, Heathers and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Both classics, but one dark and the other quite innocent. Although, after some discussion, I realized Ferris was a little deeper than I first assumed. But all in all it was a good class. Thankfully, next week we are in our regular classroom. Being in the library this Saturday, we weren’t allowed to bring any food. I was dying without my coffee. Dying, I tell you! Give me my morning coffee or I will kill!!

The rest of the weekend, if you can call it that, went well. Working Mon-Fri and then a full day’s class on Saturday doesn’t leave a lot in the way of a weekend, but we made the best of it. We did manage to get rides in both Saturday and Sunday, which is pretty happy.

But now, my laundry calls. It says “Errrriiiicaaaaa… foooold meeee!” Don’t you just hate it when your underpants talk to you?