"I like my men how I like my coffee--ground up and in the freezer"

Oh my heck; I'm drawing my outfits again. Where can I get one of those social life thingys people are always talking about?

This Saturday I'm going with...oh heavens, fifty million people (Ellie, Danielle, Honeyman, AJ, Kelly, Katie, and everyone they've ever been introduced to.) to Salt Lake's version of the Stadium of Fire. (I could google the name, but its not that important.) Kelly Clarkson is performing. This has been all anyone can talk about for a few months now. Yeah...I just don't know. I'm going because I will have wished I'd gone--or so I've been told repeatedly. It will be fun, most likely, it's just that the money could have gone toward something I'd like more, like the Jonny Lang concert late this summer. No, it will be fun. I have to remind myself that. It will be fun if I am sitting next to someone I know (hahaha, oh the Toby Keith Stadium of Fire...all by myself) and everyone tries to not be 5-year-olds and be offended by anything someone says or doesn't say. No "drama." Kelly Clarkson doesn't excite me.