>Ketzl at the beach house.



Here's another picture of Ketzl (yes, I changed the spelling of his name). This time, here's Ketzl at the beach, near the time share I have in Mendoncino. He loves the beach, running in the sand, running head-first into the surf, eating washed up crabs, chasing gulls and barking at seaweed. Everyone there gets a real kick out of him.
I almost forgot that it was Halloween today. I have a pair of blue wings I was going to wear over my clothes, but the idea of dressing up totally slipped my mind until I got to work. Here's a partial list of some of the costumes that I can remember wearing over the years:
A little boy dressing as a cowboy(1999, 2000).
One of the Powerpuff Girls. Yes, I was Buttercup (2000).
A fairy (1997).
A witch (4th grade).
A flashdancer (1st grade).
A cat (Kindergarden).
That's all I can remember.
I dreamed that you were playing war games with Saddam Hussein, because you know, you're all about fake war.
Later.

>Sleepy.



I dreamed that I was a foreign exchange student in Japan, except it looked just like America. I had a horrible feeling that I forgot to bring something with me, then I remembered that I packed everything but my make-up. You arrived a day later on a bicycle, pedaling all the way to Japan just to see me.
We went to Dan and Other Heather's house last night. They have such a cute place, it made me want to start looking for a new apartment again. It was funny though, we both had the same vinyl shelf and CD racks. They even had the same TV stand we wanted. I guess they shop at Ikea too.
Later.

>Driving and horking.



"Guess who I just saw in the hallway?"
"Who?"
"Krista Brockhard!"
"Who?"
"Corissa Lockhardt!"
"I'm sorry, I don't know who that is."
"Well, there's this show called Ally McBeal..."
"OH MY GOSH! YOU SAW CALISTA FLOCKHART!!!?"
Maria saw Ally McBeal at karaoke on Friday! No one else in our group saw her, but we believe that she was there. We even took turns looking in each room, but no luck. Uggh, Friday was terrible. After making an ass of myself on Thursday night, I was paying heavily for it in the morning. For some reason, I went into work to tie up a few things, then I planned to sneak out and call in sick from home. I don't know what I was thinking. I got there, horked in the parking lot, then when I was driving home later, I was horking on the freeway. Driving and horking.
It was a karaoke weekend. We went to the Townhouse on Saturday with Heathers, Matt, Dan & James. Leon got tanked on long island ice teas and sang Immigrant Song, and Ghostbusters. Matt and Dan did Strokin'. They did a knock out job, and then I found out that they had never even heard the song. Everyone had a pretty good time, I think.
"Do you know who I feel sorry for?"
"Who?"
"The cats."
"Oh my gosh, I totally feel sorry for the cats, too!"
Sunday was nice because I finally had time to spend with Cleo and Mouse. They've been depressed because we've been busy all week. We saw Billy Elliot, which gave us Northern English accents for about an hour afterwards.
"Mouse! You toothless poof!" After that we watched High Fidelity, but I fell asleep for the deleted scenes.
Later.

>Busy week.



We went to see the Kings last night. I'm so lucky to have a boyfriend that doesn't like sports more than I do. We didn't get the company suite this time, or courtside tickets, but our seats weren't that bad. We clapped wildly, hooted once, and grunted when disapointed. I've always liked attending basketball games. Three cheers for free entertainment! Hip, hip, hooray. If that weren't enough, I've been invited to a function tonight by one of our medias. Free food and open bar for 2 glorious hours. At this rate, I'll never make it to the gym this week.
I've been worried about money lately. It just seems like there's never enough. Between getting my car smogged twice, repaired and registered, paying tons of other bills and eating out too much, I am almost penniless. I need a raise.
Later.