Diana's Diary

2001-07-04 - 9:11 p.m.

Fireworks. Or bombed. Whatever.

I've got the house to myself for the next 10 days. Whee.

(And damn, but it feels like a Sunday to me.)

Tuesday evening: Party. Sea breezes. Midori sours. An interesting little vodka, ginger ale, and punch combination that is apparently called "Sex From Behind." Smoking cloves. All of those "bad girl" things I do sometimes when I'm in the mood. Oh, if Ex could see me now....

Scratch that. Who knows what stupid things I'd say to him when I was drunk.

(I can just imagine work tomorrow. River asks, "Hey Diana, what did you do for the 4th?" "Oh, I went over to my friend's apartment and had Sex From Behind on the rocks." Yes. Shake up my image. I need more scandal in my life. Or not, I don't know, I'm tired.)

Today: Hangover. Drive all over the Bay Area with JB, and down the coast from Half Moon Bay to Santa Cruz. It was nice and cold there, as opposed to the nasty triple-digit weather we've been having in the East Bay. Get back to San Jose, and discover clouds have rolled in, cooling it down a bit. Hang out by JB's pool, get splashed by little kids, fun.

I don't want to go to work tomorrow. Damn this mid-week holiday for teasing me.

Fireworks should be starting soon.

Happy Independence Day!

-Diana

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2003-11-03 - Apartment Hunting Sucks
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