people die in threes.

I got my stuff stolen [cell, credit cards, license, cash] and I crashed my car. I'm not going to say much more about either, except to mention I was very upset about both. Obviously.

I had a lot of plans friday night, all of them spoiled. I was supposed to see Dan over the weekend and go to a big show in New York and I was excited. After your air bag comes out, your car doesn't drive anymore. So I went home. I called him a few times from the side of the road actually. He didn't answer. Which I guess was better because i was a sobbing incomprehensible monster at that point. Only evan and my mother received these calls successfully. 
I really didn't feel like doing anything that night. I got a hold of Dan a few hours later as I sat motionless on my couch. I told him what happened. He seemed to just want to know I was alright.  He had plans I wasn't a part of for a while, but offered right away to come down and see me. Despite anything remotely negative I've said about him, he does know just how to make me feel better. and how to movitate me to clean my space.
He showed up just after 12. 
anything I've said about being good at NBA Street2 is a lie. I will continue to talk trash, and I will continue to suck at this game. You probably alreayd know this if you have seen me play any video game.
Except Jeopardy. No one can beat me at that.
So dan and I had a good time. Well, I know I did. the weekend:  went to see anchorman ( i was pleasantly surrpised, it didn't suck), went out to eat on several occasions, dropped by Roo's, cuddled (aww my fav) and watched bad tv, and played ps2.
I didn't spend my weekend upset at all (a first!) and I didnt obsess over fridays misadventure.
When I'm happy, I want him all to myself. But really i'm rather content for now.

I was 4wheeling in the yard today in high heels and a short skirt.
-Sherye