Bucket Me This: Part III

I'm back from Houston and I cannot even begin to explain the craziness that took place in the span of four days in the state where everything's bigger without taking a nap first.

I broke my camera trying to get a picture of a pigeon while intoxicated but I do have some photographic evidence that I was there. Come to think of it, the pictures are of me and friends being weird and drinking and laying on railroad tracks so really that could be anywhere but I promise you, it wasn't. While I get my shit together and sleep it off for a day or two, I wanted to update you on my bucket list (the one that I was supposed to fulfill before the end of the world 2012 but most likely will finish by mid-2027).

I fulfilled item #6 like three months ago but now's when I'm getting around to revealing my awesomeness. Rescuing those in need -whether a dog, cat, homeless person, or chupacabra- is vital to my feeling alive. So maybe it's because at the rate I'm going it'll only be me and my 23 animals at the end of this journey but hey, fuck it.

PROGRESS REPORT

1. Shoot a gun.
2. Get a tattoo.
3. Take Portuguese classes.
4. Skydive.
5. Get a massage by a professional (preferably in a spa).
6. Rescue & find homes for 100 stray dogs.
7. Learn to bake a cheesecake from scratch.
8. Go on a hot air balloon ride.
9. Return to my high school weight (hahahahaha).
10. Go sailing.
11. Buy a pair of Christian Louboutin heels (do knock offs count?)
12. Go on safari. 

Extra credit: Make passionate steamy love to my teenage crush, Josh Hartnett.

Woof woof, baby.