I never did talk about my trip.

I am seriously such a slacker. I have a mountain of things to do, seriously, and I've done nothing aside from laundry. I've done my boyfriend's laundry and my own, yet his is folded and mine is not. Lucky him. I also sat outside naked, enjoyed the sun beating down on my back and read a few more chapters of The Devil's Highway when I was supposed to be submitting resumes to find a 2nd job. As a sidenote, I believe every Californio should pick up this book and it doesn't matter where you stand politically, it's a good read on all those pesky Mexicans we always complain about. Don't act like you don't, because you do. Don't lie to yourself. And before you call me a racist, just know that my boyfriend is of Mexican-Yaqui Indian descent whose family has been here forever. So, can it. Just pick up the fucking book.

This morning I woke up on the wrong side of life today and everyone is managing to really piss me off. Because my boyfriend decided to plan MY ENTIRE WEEKEND for me with things-to-do including painting our house, I decided I better use this grumpy day of mine since my Saturday will be unavailable to read and relax. Sadly, this slack-time will inevitably bite me in the ass later on when I realize that I really did need to get X, Y, Z things done today. Whatever, I will deal with it when it comes.

I never really did talk about my trip aside from the fact that I fell in love with a horse; a damn cute horse at that. The picture above is with my brother who decided he hated California so much he wanted to move to bumfuck Kentucky. Actually, Kentucky is not as bumfucky as I had anticipated. It seems as though there's a good amount of coastal people moving to Lexington who have become tired of the hippies, the high taxes or just want an excuse to drink Bourbon daily and blame it on their newly adopted culture. I learned a few things about these MEAN AND TERRIBLE REPUBLICAN REDNECKS and you can consider these observations as blanket statements: These people are nice, REALLY nice. I've never met more considerate and nice people than in Kentucky. Kentucky folk have WORK ETHIC which is a true rarity it seems like these days. Kentucky folk do NOT shove Jesus down your throat other than in the true hillbilly area but in a really urban area like Lexington, Jesus isn't knocking on your door every other second. Not only that, but the state is CLEAN. My goodness everything is CLEAN. Eat off the road kinda clean. What I will say though is that no one eats healthy in Kentucky. I ate a Kentucky Hot Brown which nearly sent me to the hospital, cracklins', grits slathered in butter, some more pork products, BEERCHEESE which is another Kentucky regional food item which is a spread made of beer and cheese and it's disgustingly delicious and who knows what else I shoved down my throat. I seem to like doing that with fattening foods and other nameless things. That's what I gathered from Kentucky and it's a damn fine place to be. I don't blame my brother for moving. If Kentucky had better weather and mountains I'd be there in a heartbeat. Also, because I started my trip off in DC, I would like to make another blanket statement: HEY DC PEOPLE, FOR BEING A BUNCH OF POLITICALLY CORRECT LIBERALS, YOU GUYS SURE ARE ASSHOLES. I still love DC though, mostly because the women there are overwhelmingly ugly and the men are beautiful. I am seriously surprised more hot women don't go to DC to try to find a man. If I were single, DC would be a primo spot to find a good looking man. Just sayin'.