Writer's F-ing Block

I guess if I was a real writer then I could claim to have this thang called writer's block but really all I do is drink wine and then bitch about shit.  So whether or not this is called real writer's block is left up to the professionals who write for a living, instead of me.  Basically it's been ten days since I've thought of something insignificant to rant about and that's kind of not in character for me.  I'm a weird combo of creepy silent girl who just sits in the background and observes/stalks and outgoing spastic retard who is borderline embarrassing but a fucking blast to be around.  Usually I have a ton of shit flowing through my brain that I can throw together into something semi-interesting to talk about but right now I seriously have nothing.  Nada.  Boring.

We just got back from Florida on Tuesday from what is easily described as THE most awesomest vacation I've ever been on.  (want me to rub it in your face some more? Sure I will...because I'm a fucking dick)  Our hostess was beyond amazing and took us to see and do so many things every single day and we basically ate and drank our way through Jacksonville.  Although it pains me to admit, but I gained 6 pounds in 6 days.  From shrimp to crab, scallops, grouper, flounder, gator, crayfish, conch, oysters, triple-tail, trigger fish, calamari, shrimp and more dang shrimp...my gawd we ate it all.  We ate, we drank, we came back fat and happy and can't wait to do it all over again next year.  Until then, time to get back on track with the New Year's Resolution which is basically to stop being a fat-ass.  Pete's Bar was one of the coolest bars I've ever been to...25 cent pool, a jukebox, cheap drinks, you can smoke inside and it's dark and awesome and you can easily lose track of the entire day and your sobriety but meet some of the nicest people on Earth here.  I can't wait to go back.

Other than that...I don't have shit to say which is weird but maybe it's fine.  I can't wait to spend this weekend with my lover-boy that I haven't seen in 12 days...that's a long time for us, we usually see each other every 4 days.  We will probably spend the whole weekend in the chilly ice shack hopefully catching some fish (for his sake, otherwise I'll be probably driving him nuts with my random/retarded/ridiculousness and chain-smoking) but as long as we are together, that's all I could ever hope for.  :)



Hope everyone had a wonderful Valentine's Day!

Friggin Alpacas!!!