independence

i find it endlessly amusing that the most functional, celebratory fourth of july i've ever had occurred while i was living in england. with a bunch of brits. whenever i attempt to celebrate it in america, things just kind of fall apart. or, at least they don't follow their initial specs.

example: last year, i ended up getting dragged to my then-roomate's cousins house where we got rained on and didn't know anyone. nor could we see the fireworks.

example: this year, robot boy was ostensibly having a barbecue at his house. cancelled because it's too fucking hot. understandable, but that doesn't change the fact that i've got two six packs of beer in my fridge and one of my cuter outfits on, as well as what may be my largest hair ever, and there is no crush boy upon which to vent this fabulousness. thank god my friends are worthy of serious fabulation. unlike so many other years, this year i have a good backup plan. the beer will be drunk yet!

anyway. it's independence day. i am an independent woman, so i'll be damned if i let the latest boy who is bad for me spoil my good time.

now, if you'll excuse me, i have a roof to go colonise and some serious emotional preparation to make before i can actually leave my air conditioning.

the gory details will come out tomorrow.

ta ra, poppets! happy independence day!