Dusty up in here.

So, long story short. I started a new job, therefore, have not updated the blog that me and my co-blogger and maybe three of my friends read. You know, if they're bored. And drunk. And the rest of the internet is broken. And their dogs won't wake up.

Whatever.

I'm having a celebratory glass of wine right now, because I was very much the adult today. I registered my car 2 weeks early and got my hair cut.

Now, that makes me sound like an adult. But if you think about it, really it makes me a child. Because I haven't changed the oil in my car since February of 2010. And really, my dad did that for me. (In my defense he had the car and I was in another state). And I haven't had my hair cut since June of 2009. Yeah, no that's not a typo. So really, I did some shit that I have been avoiding like the plague.

It's not to say that my hair hasn't been cut. I like to cut my own hair when I have a few drinks. It's why I now have bangs.

So, that brings me to the subject of this post. My levels of drunkeness. I think I have them figured out.

Stage One: I get more chatty and everything seems funny to me.
Stage Two: Everything seems funny, but everyone around me is getting depressed because my version of funny is usually depressing to everyone around me.
Stage Three: I start to find other people boring and attempt to do things like cut my own hair or scrub my fridge (This is the tasking stage, but I never finish any project in this stage properly).
Stage Four: People are interesting again, because people can get me tacos. At this point, all I care about is the getting of and eating of tacos.
Stage Five: I don't know much about this stage, because it starts to get fuzzy and really depends on the results of Stage Four. If I have received the tacos, Stage Five will end quickly in sleep. If not, I get pretty belligerent and wacky.

Just 20 more minutes until my water is turned back on.