.Memorial Day Fun
ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh. My head is still pounding from last night. my right arm hurts too . . . No -- what dirty minds you have! I spend an hour last night zesting and juicing limes for a key lime pie. I also baked chocolate chip cookies and finished my thesis proposal.
Then I went to a memorial day shin-dig, got tanked, and told my friend Ben he should break up with his girlfriend.
*oops*
Admittedly, this was after he told me that he wished she would get a job in another town so that she could meet someone new and dump him. His girlfriend in really nice -- but she once called him 16 times in two hours. I'm guessing that I shouldn't have said that last night. Maybe no one will remember . . .
I crawled into my bed around 5:30 and woke up at 11 to my friend deb leaving a message reminding me that I was supposed to meet her at the diner at 10.
not a good start to the day.
I feel awful about standing her up -- I never do shit like that. But, I did tell her twice to remind me Sunday because I knew I would forget . . . still my fault though.
Now my mom is dragging me to a picnic/bbq with all these people who knew me when I was 3. ugh. Nothing like being hungover with a bunch of 40-60 year olds who are drunkenly stumbling around a backyard telling that you're all grown up now.
No shit. I've been all grown up for a while. Then they'll start harassing me about going to Palestine this fall -- how can I put my poor mother through all that stress and worry . . . 'cause really, it's all about her.
someone shoot me now.
please
Then I went to a memorial day shin-dig, got tanked, and told my friend Ben he should break up with his girlfriend.
*oops*
Admittedly, this was after he told me that he wished she would get a job in another town so that she could meet someone new and dump him. His girlfriend in really nice -- but she once called him 16 times in two hours. I'm guessing that I shouldn't have said that last night. Maybe no one will remember . . .
I crawled into my bed around 5:30 and woke up at 11 to my friend deb leaving a message reminding me that I was supposed to meet her at the diner at 10.
not a good start to the day.
I feel awful about standing her up -- I never do shit like that. But, I did tell her twice to remind me Sunday because I knew I would forget . . . still my fault though.
Now my mom is dragging me to a picnic/bbq with all these people who knew me when I was 3. ugh. Nothing like being hungover with a bunch of 40-60 year olds who are drunkenly stumbling around a backyard telling that you're all grown up now.
No shit. I've been all grown up for a while. Then they'll start harassing me about going to Palestine this fall -- how can I put my poor mother through all that stress and worry . . . 'cause really, it's all about her.
someone shoot me now.
please