I apologize ahead of time for what you're about to read.

Hi. My name is Smash and I have been a very very bad blogger/friend. You have permission to slap my wrist.

Let me update you on my life in these past weeks.

 I’m still in Oregon. It’s still weird.

  Well as I texted you and the other ladies. I ran into the infamous Britni. It really didn’t go over the way I planned. I was hoping that either we would have had a yelling match where we could get everything out, or we could have talked it out. I just wanted to say “Hey, I’m back, we’re bound to run into each other, it’s a small town, lets not make it more awkward than it needs to be. I’m over this. I have no beef with you, so if I see you around I promise not to make it awkward for you. blah blah blah.” But no. All I get is a super bitchy “you’re a piece of shit look” Still on this note. My friend who’s the bartender is living with B’s twin sister so she asked about the whole thing. And apparently the reason B has a problem with me is because any time she had an issue I turned it around to make her the bad person. Ummm Hmm… I’m sorry that I was severely hurt by the fact that you started dating the guy that my stupid 19 year old ass thought I was going to marry 4 days after we broke up and I’m sorry that you made no effort to stay friends after I forgave you and we promised to try and work things out. Gah Chicks are stupid! J I like Britt’s with a “Y”. J

 

On another note. I got a job. I will be working at a super cute Boutique in downtown Salem. It’s one of the few that carries cute trendy clothes. I’m excited because I think we have AIM. J And we buy from your showroom!! J I really don’t want to get a job but I feel like if I don’t now I never will. My unemployment has been coming more often. J

 

As you and the ladies know, I’ve found myself a man cat. I know I know. It’s quick. So here’s the DL in typical Smash form. So it’s Feb. 16^th. (Yes I know the date and yes I know it’s lame) And I’ve just dyed my hair and my sisters (My mum had to go to the store and get more dye for mine because we ran out.) Anyways! So I head down to my favorite bare (MFB, the equivalent of The Helm) To have a beer and hang out with my twin. There I had a blast from my past, which I have every time I go out in Oregon. Where I ran into the now Man Cat for the first time. We hung out. There was a group of 4 or 5 of us. And then headed to another bar, which is our other fav. Hang out.  There we drank a lot of beer and danced a bunch (I was prolly one beat off) and then this creepy Hispanic man told the man cat that he should be glad he’s never been to prison. Which freaked him and all of us out a little bit. So after a bit more dancing and hanging out creepy prison man was still around, so I being the flirty drunk I am pretended I was with the man cat and kissed him, there was a bit of tongue. And then walked away to the bathroom. I came back a little bit later and I think we kissed again. My bartender friend asked me about it an of course I can’t lie I was like yea, we kissed. In my head I was thinking OMG!!! I kissed BLAH BLAH BLAH! So then bar time ends… which is 2:30 at this bar, and we decide to go to my parents house and play WII in the bonus room. Where all of us, there’s 4 of us now, put on costumes and play, and drink more. Then the other two go downstairs and smoke and then man cat and I make out a bit more. Then we fall asleep when the other two are still playing WII. Then at sometime either he pushes me off the couch or I kick him and fall off the couch, I’m not sure. But some how I end up waking up on the floor next to my bartender friend who is sleeping in an 80’s prom dress. J So the day ends we go on with our lives. Then a couple nights later same thing. Hang out make out, have good conversation and then we make a sober play date to go to the park and library. And as you know me. I have AWFUL gas as we’re at the library reading about Oregon and it’s history. But to be honest I had so much fun. Just sitting on the floor reading about random facts and stories about Oregon.

            So basically we’ve hung out almost every day since then. Doing random things. The day I met his mom and her boyfriend we had to make dinner for them, we didn’t have to, he just thought it was a good idea. So apparently I cook now. J. And his mom is the cutest thing. He’s like 6’2” and she’s like under 5’. And she’s a little ball of fire. So anyways, that’s where I am now. I’m twitterpated by a guy who is my man friend. I’m scared of the word boyfriend so I'm not quite sure if I want to use it or not yet. I know you hate hearing about this crap, just like I normally do. So I apologize. J But I need to get that out, don’t judge him for the Willamette tattoo!! J He’ll kick Amanda’s ass at a dance competition hands down, that by itself is enough to give him  a chance. J

And while you may not have been drunk watching Sabrina. I was while writting this. :) Love you boo!

xoxxo

Smash