No matter which way you go,
No matter which way you stay.
Go out out of mind.
Out of my mind.
I was walking with a ghost,
I said please,
Please don't insist.

Thank you again for a wonderful piece of music, Senor Tricks. It makes me smile!

Now, enough about that because... this has to do with my being done with boys. And feeling, at the same time, relieved and anxious. Anxious because honestly... I enjoy attention and... I see no attention in my near future. LoL Booo!!! But god... The drama-less aspects are kind of nice.

I am making right in my head. Matt and I reconciled our differences and admitted what asses we'd been and though we will surely never run into each other again after this week, it's good to know those days are over; Mike and I have parted ways permanently- friendship does not work, I maintain; Tricks and I have also parted ways, though for how long, I am unsure. We are both far too happy discussing ideas to part forever.

Cara the Horse (Who the HELL names a horse Carousel? Don't they understand that a name like that is degrading?) is amazing. I've been working her and though she's still a skinny and ungainly looking creature, her work ethic amazes me. She is absolutely a less angry Dan, which might be kinda cool- see what kind of girl Dan was before she decided humans suck. She even says hi, now! When she sees me coming, she says hi! I nearly dropped my saddle the other day when I was walking up the path and I heard her. hahah

OMG!!!
Funny story. Sooo... I have decided that I have a phobia... of pushy Hispanic men. I went out with Laura, Kristy, Kate, and one of Kristy's friends, Kendra, to the bar. Kristy ran into this gorgeous guy- Chayo, or however you spell it- and so we all gravitated to the pool table so her and Laura could play with this guy and his friends... Pushy, creepy Hispanic men. *Blinks* I was fine until one of them decided that I had to see him again, and I was thinking, Uhhhh... I'm going to leave now... (Yeah... Understatement of the year. Did I mention I have a phobia of pushy Hispanic men- Thank you, Luis and your wonderful family)

So, we ( minus Kendra) went back to the house and I breathed a sigh of relief and had a great time laughing about to to Kate while L&K went upstairs to do whatever. Then... I hear the basement door close and Kendra yells up, "Hey guys!! I brought Chayo and the mexicans!" Well... I took one look at Kate who hadn't heard what she'd said, then leapt off the couch, kicked off my sandals so I could leap over the couch in my way and after slamming into the wall (I was tipsy) bolted up the stairs on my hands and knees. Kate came up a moment later and was like... What the HELL was that all about? I responded with a stage whisper of... Mexicans!!!!

But picture it. 5'7" and tipsy dodging a coffee table, hurdling over a couch when I can barely run in a straight line SOBER!, and crawling extremely quickly up stairs- I'm cracking up thinking about it!

Oh, the insanity.