When you have a really good weekend, look out. That means the gods of irony are going to take that bucket of shit they've been keeping in the corner for special occasions and dump it on your head.

I spent the whole weekend with Troy, all my friends met and love him. Don't ask what happened to Jim, because frankly I couldn't tell you. I guess we are too much alike or whatever. It's like dating a mirror. Jim is cool and fun and I'm sure we'll continue to be friends.

Anyway, moving on.

Friday was FAIR NIGHT!!! Yay for the FAIR!!!

That is, until I got to the fair and realized they are charging $7.00 for admission now. So after five dollars to park, seven to get in and six for 10 ride tickets, I had enough money to eat Tempura! and that's about it. The rest of the evening Troy and I walked around with a glazed look in our eyes. All the people...lights...things moving around...the screaming snotty children...I had to get outta there!

I then realized something. I was cranky. I was Pissed Off and I couldn't figure out why. And then I realized it was out of habit. Every year at fair-time, I would be so excited. The games, the rides, the yummy greasy food. But by the time we left I would be in a terrible mood because someone (Cole) would be tired and cranky and hating the world because we were broke. He never learned how to Stop and Enjoy Life. I decided that what I really needed to do to Enjoy Life a little more was my new friend Vicodan. Half of one of those babies, a big-assed Heineken and a few bowls later....I was having this wierd combination of hyper and relaxed. Dear lord, I felt almost...normal. But it was awesome. Troy and I stayed up all night, then got up early to have our fill of the Best Food On Earth. You know I'm talking about Dunkin Donuts. And this time, I actually ate a donut.

Saturday was fun, Sunday was funner. Amber and Tony grilled hamburger goodness for us, then showed us the Gay Spiderman dance.

Then, today. My mom. My dad. The things that people who love each other do. How? Why? Why me? Why them?

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