Tonight I've having a slumber party with Fran, my home skillet.
We have no agenda really. Just hanging out at my apartment, drinking and watching DVDs. Maybe walk to a bar or down to the Art Festival that's taking place downtown this weekend. The whole walking thing is really dependent on the heat. It's gross-o-rama outside. I get quite owly in the heat. I get a gross, hot version of annoyed. No one likes that.
I am going to attempt to make a mojito. I have the ingredients but I don't have a thing to muddle the mint. I'll figure out a way to muddle it if I want it badly enough.
I just talked to Kyle and he was boarding his plane! Homeward bound!!!
Also, I'm watching No Doubt on Ellen and it's just not doing it for me. They seem too old. It's like Green Day, too old to be doing the same "punk" rock.