people. i hate them.

yes, things just continue to be dramatic and awful. my poor sister...you can see it in her eyes, how upset things are making her. and she is just not happy. there seems to be things going on that no one really knows about. looking back, i am just so happy there was nothing like this happening with my own wedding. why is there a weird family competetion? why is it my rockin' parties vs. his sister's parties? seriously, are we that insecure that we're going to have party wars? sister, bring that shit on. no one can throw a party like i can.

speaking of which...i am supposed to be calling the guy about a possible halloween party at crawford park, starring echo station. i'm really hoping it works out, but i'm not to crazy about calling this guy. maybe i should just suck it up and do it.
shit. except for the fact that of course i cannot find his number. however, i found 800 other post its, with obscure things written on them, like "donahue k" and "erica" (this one in my handwriting. who the fuck is erica?) and notes like, "dumbo ebay 10:15" and "tool tix go on sale tomorrow!!!" and orders for many a dinner. but alas, no phone number to call about crawford. which is supposed to be haunted. how awesome of a party would that be?? oh goody! i just found the number, on the floor by my feet. i am a mess. did i mention that? okay i did it and left a message. like a bumbling moron. but i did it! keep your fingers crossed...

oh young jules is now up, saying "yee ha!" in her crib over and over like the cowgirl that she's become. i better go vacuum before she wants to come out and play. so much to do in the week before school starts!

oh and have you been watching flavor of love? nothing too dramatic to report, but man, what a bunch of retards.