Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Well as it turns out not working doesn't leave a whole of time for blogging. What with the constant eating and drinking and laying out- I'm just too busy for anything else. I've been on about a 16 day drinking binge which I am hoping to break very soon. Although, by this point it is just getting harder and harder given the fact that I notice I start to get a headache and a little shaky if I haven't had a drink by about 6 p.m. Tomorrow is a new day, hopefully an alcohol free day. One day at a time is what I keep telling myself. I'm 23 now, time to get my shit together. Speaking of shit, I had a nice little surprise left on my doorstep the other night. Jade was visiting KC and she and I were just returning from dinner and drinks around 10 p.m. when we noticed a cute little pink bag sitting right outside my door. Jade initially thought it was gift, I was a bit more skeptical considering the only person I really know in KC is Sara, my roommate, who most likely wouldn't leave a gift on the outside of out apt. We pick it up to find a little bag of doggy turds. WTF. Izzy has not been at my place for over three weeks, so if someone had a vendetta against her and her tootsie rolls why choose to express themselves now? And besides, I almost always pretend to pick up her rolls just in case someone is watching from their window. And the one time Sara had an accident outside I picked hers up, as well. Kidding, ha ha I swear, (sorry Sara I couldn't help myself.) But anywho, that's just rude. I mean at least light it on fire or something to do the joke right. All I can say is that I am going to be on the look out for a dog owner in my complex who uses little pink doggy bags. And when I find that person he/she better sleep with one eye open. I won't strike right away, a wise person once told me "revenge is a dish best served cold." So when I serve them dog shit on their own door, it won't be cold, it will most likely be on fire as I mentioned, but I will definitely wait a day or two. So my mission next week is to simply watch and wait. And I will find the cowardly culprit. Oh yes, I will. Like I've said before, in the words of Liam Neeson "Good luck." Unless the dog walker person is actually an Iranian female sex trafficker like in Taken, which in that case, I guess good luck to me.