Alright. My head hurts. And for real this time. I am never drinking again. I hate the morning after feeling. It sucks ass. Aaron called me this morning to get me out of bed to go work out. YEAH that is really going to happen. NOT! Thank God for this hurricane. And I have my reasons. Trust me. Speaking of which. I felt really bad sunday. Rob and I were going to Montrose to look at the Vintage Shop and we were on the freeway. Well, this guy with LA license plates was like stopped in the middle of the damn freeway because he was about to miss his exit and needed to get over. And I was like "People from LA can't fucking drive!" and then not 10 minutes later I hear on the radio that all the people in LA are coming to TX for refuge. And I told Rob "I feel kinda bad now." And he was like "Why?" I was like "No wonder that guy couldn't drive, he was running for his life!" Poor man.... But atleast I didn't honk my horn or flip him the birdie. It just kinda aggravated me to have to go from doing 80 to slamming on my brakes so that (insert bad word here) didn't miss his exit. I mean, they DO have freeways over there right? PFT! Ok so that is my bitch fest. I am surprised at it length. Gatta go! B