Maybe Someday We'll Live Our Lives Out Loud

Just saw Maynard and Eric's wine making documentary, Blood Into Wine. I gotta fucking say, never in my life have I been that thirsty for wine. I strongly recommend you see this if you are either a fan of Maynard and/or wine or even Arizona. This film is only playing at the Valley Art theater in Tempe until March 4th. Oddly enough, that was my first visit ever to the Valley Art theater. Wasn't a bad one either.

My friend's birthday went really well last night. I will forever be amused by that bar's automatic soap dispensers that shoots out jizz-looking soap onto your hand, complete with a shooting squishing sound. Wow. It's also interesting when you see an ex-boyfriend for the first time in almost a year. Some things don't change, and by some things, I mean attraction. But I already knew that. And not to mention how random and fun it is to discuss how you would dispose of the body of someone you killed during a cab ride home.

It's also weird I knew that would happen. And weird that I don't have a problem with it. At least not now.

Just requested permission to enroll in a class called Bioethics in Film which only meets 6 nights a semester for the fall. It involves watching films, discussing them, and other online assignments. My request has been accepted, I literally jumped up and down in excitement. This fall will probably be my last semester until I graduate, it mostly depends if I can get financial aid for the courses I wish to take this summer. We'll see how that goes. I also got the grade of my first test in Courtship and Marriage, 55 out of 60. Woo baby!

I don't know how many times I wish I had a "dirty job."
American Loggers, a television show on the Discovery Channel, is quite interesting. I was just sort of watching it before going to sleep, without my hearing aids in, and realizing how absolutely dangerous that job is.
I also cannot say how I love watching the countless times that Bear Grylls makes fire.
I saw a commercial for a website where you can do a background check on someone you know. I'm afraid to check it out. But if you are interested, here's the link.

I love how you avoid passing by my work. Regardless, I still see you. I wish I didn't.

When Chuck Norris's crap hits the fan, the fan breaks.
Chuck Norris refers to himself in the fourth person.
They once tried to carve Chuck Norris's face into Mt. Rushmore, but the granite was not hard enough for his beard.
Chuck Norris puts the FUN in funeral. [Oh how much I love that one!!]
Chuck Norris's email address is yahoo@chucknorris.com.
Chuck Norris is the reason Waldo is hiding.
The chief export of Chuck Norris is pain.


Harland Williams face.
Not in my pants, your pants.
I made the mistake of mentioning that this pen is my "make out pen." Things happen.

Hey there, pretty lady.