I just finished the book Norwegian Wood by Murakami. I higly suggest you read this book if you like Hemmingway/Fitzgerald. I'm a huge fan of books/movies that have a sense of longing and sadness through out them. With all books that I love I couldn't put it down and am sad that I've finished it.

Ok this is turning out to be a terrible book review. I think I need time to digest it before I can talk about it.

That being said I now need a new book to read. Suggestions?

Years ago (sigh) when I was in college my roommate and I were heading out to a party and were trying to decide how to transport our alcohol across campus with out getting caught. We decided that tequilia in a apple juice bottle was the best way to go. It looks the same and no one needs more than an apple juice bottle of tequilia. I threw a lime in my pocket for good measure and we were on our way. About half way across campus we decided to start drinking. We were trashed by the time we actually got to the party. The next day I didn't get out of bed- period. For years afterwards I could not even smell shots of tequilia with out feeling barfy. It was at that point I decided me and tequilia were breaking up for good.

Well fast forward to Jessica in her 30's. Like any relationship worth its weight in gold it's never really over. 2 weeks ago I decided me and tequilia should get back together. We first re-connected in my mom's pool in AZ. I then decided to get hot and heavy with it yesterday- Sunday afternoon. After an all you can drink brunch we decided to hit up happy hour for half priced margaritas. Man oh man. Words can not describe how utterly crappy I felt. Which is why I now have deemed me and tequilia over forever. Seriously someone please punch me in the head if I EVER suggest tequilia again.

Some random thoughts from friends re: drinking tequilia on a Sunday:

A haiku:
Passed out drunk at nine
Pre-dawn hangover sets in
Monday spinning? No.

I woke up fully dressed on my bed with the lights on at 3 in the morning..

..another brilliant Sunday afternoon/night.

that my gym is stalking me. I haven't been really hardcore work out like I was a few months ago and my gym has noticed. They have called me with increasingly scary messages.

Message from owner: "Hi we've noticed you haven't been using the gym as much this summer, we've missed you."

Message from my trainer: "Hey Jessica. I've missed you. Hoping we can start training again now that fall is here."

This is all code for: "You are going to get your ass kicked for slacking. So we hope you're ready for a few barfy workouts!"

I seriously feel nervous even thinking about it.

How adorable to ponytail bow combo is:



You can't totally see, but it gives you the general idea.

PS (e:lilho) i used the non fang tooth side just for you. Well you and (e:paul). I know you two talk shit about it all the time.

I'm not going to lie, I love them. Even in their older, clearly sad, state of being. I just found out they played a concert this morning near my office. I cried silently when I realized I missed it.

Observations:
Joey is clearly the Justin Timberlake of the group. If anyone is going to bring the sexy back it's Joey. Jordan thinks he is going to bring the sexy back (I can tell it's what he's thinking) but he is so wrong.

Also I would still marry Jon in a heartbeat. I love the quiet dorks.

Donny was wearing sunglasses. I'd like to thank him for that. You can see pictures of him in my previous blogs and sadly (for him) he didn't age so well.

Danny. Eh. He doesn't make me cringe, but I still don't want to make out with him. Unless, I was really drunk and somehow it involved me getting a new dress or something, but I'm pretty sure that falls under the prostitute category. So yeah, no Donny make outs.