It wasn't me, I swear.

I didn't get really drunk until we went to the second bar. Then, yes, sloshed. But not at the actual Politico anniversary party.

And I forgot to mention how much I missed my boyfriend the whole time. He never brags about his dad, he dancines like a mix between Usher and Boy George, and he always knows when to suggest it's time to go home.

ETA: Yeah, I said dancines. So?

Kickball started today. Needless to say, I will be hungover tomorrow. I'm already sad about it.

To commemorate my last regular-season kickball game for quite a while, last night I got drunk. Thankfully, there were no flipcup stripteases like last time, but as I scrambled upstairs to my apartment, I completely bit it, falling face first onto the concrete steps. Today my knee really hurts.

But as I said, no stripteases. So things are lookin'

He is a good person.

Even though he'll hate me for saying so.

I slept fitfully last night, when I slept at all. I think it was a combination of too many beers at the bar after kickball, too much food when I came home, and the crush of emotions that wave over when the latest crisis comes to a head ( Read more... )

Had what would be referred to, of late, as a pretty relaxed/empty weekend, even though I didn't spend too much of it at home. I suppose when your days aren't filled with packing boxes, driving them somewhere and yelling in frustration about how much is left to be done, things seem pretty copasetic.

( Friday )

It's a Wednesday and I am drunk. That is bad ( Read more... )

What do these lyrics even mean? I just like the music. And the words are even better because I can sing along. Loudly.

I feel like I've been blown apart ( Read more... )

The default password to unlock your phone is the last four digits of your phone number ( Read more... )