it’s been a long day . . . plus, wolfpack reunion

I know, I know, RogueRanters. I’ve been seriously neglecting this blog, right?

It’s just that well, I’ve been writing a lot- just not blog-ish stuff.

Also, I’m still trying to figure out how to work this new vid editing software so that I can share some new artists with you. (I’m such a MASSIVE FAILURE at stuff like this these days. Why is that? Must work on this. Pronto.)

But overall, just dreaming about loads of things, like owning a hot chocolate maker and crisp autumn weather and chunky knit sweaters in rustic colors and pulled pork sandwiches . . . Don’t ask me about that last one, because even I couldn’t tell you, but I’m actually kind of excited for fall. (Not winter, NEVER winter, FUCK winter.)

(Usher’s “Love In This Club” for Nohea)

Here’s a list of things I wish I could be doing right now (if I weren’t writing this to you, because we all know writing to you obviously tops the list):

- I’d be wine tasting in Napa.

- At Sweet Afton’s in Astoria, indulging in some fried pickles.

- Be back at Hapuna Beach on the Big Island (Hawaii), swimming under the impending dusk and then getting ready to eat, drink, and head out for another night swim with friends.

-I’d be in Phi Phi, Thaliand, having a shroom burger

- A bubble bath sounds kind of nice, actually.

- I’d be perfecting my bagel recipe

- OR actually, above all these things, I really, really wish I was hanging out with my best friend- yeah, the one who crapped her pants all those years ago- in San Clemente, California, having a bit of a wino night, dancing around a fire pit somewhere, maybe with some strangers . . . or her grandparents. Maybe she could even get stoned or something and ride circles on her beach cruiser around the fire pit, giggling. Seems like something she’d do, right? I’m sure we’d get good and sauced up, try to eventually head to sleep, spend all night laughing about her haunted room, and eventually freak each other out enough about ghosts to make us want to hold a seance.

But since I’m not in California, I’ll try to resume regular posting tomorrow. I mean, I’m not making any promises, but you know, I can at least promise you I won’t post another fuddy-duddy list like this. It will be actual content. LOL. Not videos about vermin in New York City.

xo,

Bubble Girl

PS. Here’s a little sound bite from my other best friend. You see, she drunk dialed me and left this little gem in my voicemail box last night:

“Jaqqqqqqqq, me and Joy are trassssssssshed.  I don’t know what the fuck she’s doing, but I’m eattttttang! (Joy in the background: “JAQQQQQ!”) She’s throwing foooooood at my facccccce. Oh my God, you would laugh so hard. I love you.”

Wolfpack reunion going down in Oahu; t-minus 4 days. If you’re not already, you SHOULD drink to that, because duh, you should always drink to good company and family.

Have fun ladies! I’m sorry my pants-less self won’t be there to help you get trassssssshed, but add some Aussie notches to your bedpost for me. (“Bag ‘em like some groceries”)