So I was supposed to go to an Epicurean party today with Cori which I was looking forward to all week long except I am an idiot and thought it was at 7pm when it was actually at 2pm. Instead I was having my own Aerobic-Packing Dance Party here until the thunderstorm started to drown out my music. My first impulse when it rains is to automatically go stand in it, which I did. Actually I ran out into it, squealed that it was freezing, and ran back in. Then I ran out again. Then my mom told me to go put a bucket out to collect water since we do not have a rain barrel. Then I ran out into one last time just for kicks.

I love rain.

Operation Bedroom Disaster is going well. It's very close to being back to acceptable human living conditions. I found some interesting things! There were hate letters from my ex-boyfriends ex girlfriend from back in high school that I had printed for whatever reason. She really hated me! The worst part was a lot of what she said about him in those emails turned out to be true! Not true: The parts where she called me a skanky ho-bag slut like 900 times.

Other items found: A brand new pack of birth control that expired in 2005. (What a waste!) A large stack of ancient Cosmos, A plastic pumpkin party straw from the Halloween party I went to with Dave in Florida (Right next door to one of The Apprentice contestants!) One slutty fishnet thing-high from said party, A pack of foil dolphin stickers (I think I got them in my Christmas stocking when I was 11) The missing smell beads to my 'Nature Clock' alarm clock. (Now I can wake up to the smell of fake coffee in the morning!) And lastly the corpse of the stupid bug that was flying around here two days ago. I win asshole!

I am sure this list is only going to get stranger as I start digging around in other areas of the house. I basically have a quarter of a century of crap to go through. Thank god the purger in me has finally matured!