i made a really bad painting this weekend and i am going to redo the composition as a pastel drawing instead. poo.

i drank a bottle and a half of wine this weekend, by myself. that’s bad news. it’s bad news because when i say ‘by myself,’ i mean, by myself.

today is heather’s 25th birthday. she’s the oldilocks of the pig dog club, but mine is fast-approaching. quarter-decade, here we come.

i watched football all weekend. god i am really beginning to love football. alex doesnt believe me and thinks im lying when i say that i want to date someone who loves football. but im serious. i want to date someone who watches football on saturdays as a default activity during the fall. and i want that person to enjoy bourbon, beer, and red wine. when i get married, i want big nice sofas and big leather chairs and a fireplace and football games during thanksgiving. with bourbon and wine and beer.

so i watched the army/navy game, the ga tech/lsu game, redskins/giants and the miami/new england games. of course, while watching i was working on the million projects i have going on right now…so i wasnt really watching. but football makes me feel like winter isnt so worthless…and when basketball rolls around, i’ll be even happier. god, i really dont care about sports, y’all. im not sure why ive grown to adore them so much this year.