OMG. I have new neighbors in the apartment building next door. Yesterday they seemed to be having a food-cooking party--lots of loudness and a big huge pot of something over an open flame on the balcony. Er.

And now they are CRANKING the music. It's only been on 30 seconds and I"m about to open the window and scream at them (note: that's how loud I can hear it with the windows CLOSED). This does not bode well.

Oh, Lord. We have a friend who is in New Relationship Frenzy (or whatever it's called), and it is driving me BATSHIT.

This dude really deserves to be happy, because his last relationship ended really badly, with his ex taking off in the middle of the night to Texas (this after a fistfight for reals -- his ex used to be a wrestler, and he made the mistake of saying to her during an argument, "If you want to hit me, then hit me!" I asked him, "So what did you learn from that?") and doing all kinds of shifty stuff with their bank account.

So I really am glad to see him with a new girlfriend who makes him so happy (and by all accounts, he makes her very happy). But he's so totally in the New! Shiny! part of the relationship that it's all he talks about. Ever. In person, online, texts -- she is the only topic right now.

And I get it. For me to complain about someone talking about their relationship is HUGE hypocrisy. But...it's so annoying! I think it's the frequency with which he talks about her. Like, 10 Facebook posts a day, minimum. And I'm at the point of, Dude, we get it, you HAVE A WOMAN.

Again, since I'm pretty sure I'm Public Enemy #1 Offender in the My Sweetie Like Carrots category, I have no room to complain. But I like to think I mix it up a little. For instance, sometimes I complain about my job. (Which is why I am SO GODDAMN FASCINATING.)

(or whatever it's called)

Bob Likes Carrots. Or, Limerance.

It's the summer funk, Pix. I recommend booze and music and the media of your choice. Followed by a project list tomorrow.

Ha, one of my girls on facebook is in this phase. She's all, OMG Mavs totally won there (sic) first NBA Champion, XOXO my luv.

But she's a teenager, so I think she's allowed.

I only got to do that once. ever.

Hey, Bitches!

It's the summer funk, Pix. I recommend booze and music and the media of your choice. Followed by a project list tomorrow.

This.

I'm on my last countdown towards summer break. 2.5 days left! Whee!

I start summer drama camp on Monday, so I will have all of 4 days off, so not much of a summer break. Over the weekend I did finally write the play for this summer. That's not last minute, is it, if camp doesn't start for a whole week?? It should be a fun play. It's called "Zombeo and Juliet." Zombies and Shakespeare! What could be more fun??

huh - I didn't realize they still made station wagons - thought everyone had gone to SUVs and suchlike. (And one of my adolescent accomplishments was being able to parallel park a Ford Country Squire station wagon.)

Drama camp! That sounds fabulous! And who doesn't love zombies and shakespeare!

huh - I didn't realize they still made station wagons

I think they stopped for a while. I think my 1996 Buick Roadmaster was among the last ones. But apparently they're back!

I drove a REALLY REALLY LONG station wagon for a while in grad school, while my car was getting fixed.

The thing was the length of a city block, and one of the tires was so old, it just fell to flapping pieces on a back road in Missouri one hot summer day.

Did I show you our swag wag complete with upgrade specifications from my camp girls.