Hey, you.

I haven't posted in a while. I could blame it on my day to day busyness, but I'll be honest. I'm in the oh so familiar depression slump induced by the Vikings. We are cursed. And we fumble a lot, but I digress. I'm now looking forward to the next season. Will it be Favre? McNabb? T-Jack? It's a regular soap opera in Minneapolis, all the time. So I am going to swallow my pride for one Sunday, and be a Saint for a day. There is a difference between who I want to win, and who I think will win like I've said many times before. But I'm pulling for the Who Dats.



As far as my personal life goes, things have kind of settled for me. I feel like I can for once finally breathe easy. My dad has been gone for almost a month, all my bills are coming up- and guess what!? I have the money to pay them all! Sometimes draining your bank account until you have nothing left but the rotten bologna in your fridge can be kind of awesome. Only until I need a cigarette, and I've done collected all the tobacco from the butts to make one giant lumpy cigarette.



The cop stopped talking to me. Or, we stopped talking to each other. I think it was the age difference. Or the fact that he wears tighty whiteys. Honestly, I think the men I date get annoyed by my humor. I have very dry, sarcastic humor and these southern boys just don't understand it. Or I am just completely fucked. How well do you think a mass text message to all my booty calls will work out?

On a completely unrelated note: This morning at 5 AM I woke up and had to um, go number two, really badly. So in a digestive fit, I ripped my pants off, flipped on all the lights, ran to the bathroom and sat down. Mid poop, I look up to realize I had left all my blinds open last night and I can see clearly into someone elses apartment across the courtyard. What did I see? A woman, sitting on her own toilet, staring directly at me. Then she waved. It was at that point I had an epiphany. I'm fucked for life. Completely weird and awkward things will happen to me on the D for the rest of my life. Forever.

My computer is still gone. :(

Notable things that happened over the weekend:

My dad left. Friday, he took off back to New York. It was weird going home after work on Friday with him not being there in my apartment. I had gotten so used to him here, him bringing me home candy from the store, just like when I was a kid... Him paying my cable bill, you know; meaningful shit. It's only been a few days and I honestly really miss him. I always think it's harder for the person who is being left than it is for the person who is leaving. He left at such a horrible time too...

Why, you ask?

Because I live in New Orleans. And who is coming to New Orleans?

THE VIKINGS BABY! Was anyone else happy about the perpetual ass beating we handed Dallas? I mean, our defense... My oh my.

I say "our" and "we" like I'm part of the Vikings franchise. Although I should be, I'm like an obsessed Nsync fan only it's the Vikings. I'm desperately trying to find tickets to the Superdome that aren't ridiculously expensive, and I am having no luck. Ole dude tried selling me two tickets in section 606 for $500. WHAT? Hell naw, homey.

But you can bet I'll be there tailgating. I'll even take pictures. Not of myself though, I like to remain a mystery.

Honestly? The Vikings victory and my dad moving back home were the only notable things that happened. Because my life is in shambles and nothing great happens to me. Not that my dad moving home was great, but I thought it was a good way to bring up the Vikings. Because I SUCK.