the weekend.

there's a torrent of blood goin on here.

right in me. like the god damn ganges (except. blood, you know..not water) flowing right out of my FEMININITY.

ain't that pretty? hell yea.

i'm sunburned. sun soaked. beer steeped. meat filled. and my belly keeps making strange noises after this weekend of gluttony.

tahoe was gorgeous. hot yet snow on the ground. one of us (not me) went spring skiing which involves t-shirts, jeans, sunburns and snow.

i went to see that Attack of the Hootenannies or whateverthename movie. STINKY. Mr. Lucas needs his face shoved in a toilet or to be pantsed or something.

you know it's bad if you start laughing when the hero's mother dies.

i ate more ribs and chicken and bacon and sausage and beer than the average line backer.

i rode a horse and my pubic bones feel like they took a pummeling but hey, i got at LEAST 5 seconds of good canter/gallop in. I miss owning horses and would kill to live about 30 minutes outside of a city (like this one) but in a place where i could have horses and some good trails.

things that are good:

lakes

rivers

ribs

chicken

portabellos

3 litre bottles of wine

them people i went with.

hot tubs

pancakes with baileys

beer

horses

mountains

people who eat people (think "donner party")

Beano

dining room tables with built-in poker-chip holders

galloping

bruises

full moons and reflections

late night walks in the forest

SUNNYSIDEUPEGGS.

things that are bad:

beginning the torrent of blood on the way home.

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