Every single day that I stay in Sacramento, two things happen. 1. I take on the look of a Sacramentian a little more everyday. This just means I'm getting fatter and my hair is getting bigger. 2. The Sacramentian googles firmly plant themselves over my eyes. These goggles are far more severe than the Berkeley goggles. Needless to say, I think my boyfriend is the hottest guy on this planet. He just is. Usually, when I walk into a club/bar/whatever, I think - Mike is way hotter than all of whatever this is. But compared to Sacramento guys, Mike gets kicked into this whole other echelon. Now combine those two. Uglier Connie, Hotter Mike. Yea. And tomorrow is our Anniversary Month Deux. With his flying to Boston and my flying to Vegas, I'll be lecturing him during the few hours before our flights about how I might not be the hottest, but I'm definitely the most ridiculously talented. I mean, c'mon. The only person who can beat me at Othello is Cindy. I swear, I haven't lost at that game in like 8 years and she just totally took the win today out of nowhere. What the heck. I digress. I wrote this entry for my sister because she called me a slacker. That's like calling Sacramento fun. It just doesn't make sense. | 
