I pet pillows at 6am.
So I was miserable on Saturday after someone at the bar told me I looked like Java the Hut, seriously why are people so mean to me? I don't do a damn thing to them. So the boys offered to share some of their Molly with me...omg did that ever help. I sat in the middle of Joel's floor petting his pillow, which I named Dewey, for over an hour. Haha. It was the pick me up that I so desperately needed.
Monday was a good day. Met two guys on OkCupid, one is pretty much the male version of me, except he likes hardcore, plays guitar in a hardcore band, but I can look past that, haha. And another is conveniently named Andrew, but he's from Toronto. So I spent all day yesterday chatting with both all day via txt message. They're cool cats. Andrew is writing a children's book, at 24 years old!
I wanted to go to Club Paradise this week. Last week I made plans with two of my friends to venture out that way, but cancelled on them last minute so I could bartend at MOJO's cause I really need the money. So I bartended. We closed early so the manager and I hit up paradise. As I was walking in, guess who was walking out. Andy and his two friends. They waved, Andy stopped straight in his tracks. You know, I was doing so well, thought I was over this shit. But then there he was, he dyed his hair black and purple, he looked amazing. I told him he looked goood. We hugged, he twirled me around in the air, we kept our arms around each other. I told him to stay, that I'd take him home in an hour and a half, but he said he had to leave. (he hates me) I showed him my new tatts, then he put his arms around me again. He kissed me, then walked away. I stood there so shocked, why did he do that? Now I'm all sorts of confused. I went to walk in, I turned around to glance at him one more time, and he did the same....we caught eyes. This kills me, I know he won't remember any of that. He was so shit faced, smelled like tequila, damn long island iced teas. Omg I've never met anyone that I fit with so well, in look, in likes, in lifestyle, in smarts, and it fucking kills me. I wish there was a way for this to work out. But I know it won't. I apparently don't deserve it. I don't deserve to be happy, or so the universe thinks.
Now off to the doctors... :-/
Oh I have a joke for you:
Q: What's the fastest way to determine the sex of a chromosome?
A: Pull down its genes.
(I'm such a biology dork, and pull down means to knock down via PCR, haha, oh god I kill me)
Monday was a good day. Met two guys on OkCupid, one is pretty much the male version of me, except he likes hardcore, plays guitar in a hardcore band, but I can look past that, haha. And another is conveniently named Andrew, but he's from Toronto. So I spent all day yesterday chatting with both all day via txt message. They're cool cats. Andrew is writing a children's book, at 24 years old!
I wanted to go to Club Paradise this week. Last week I made plans with two of my friends to venture out that way, but cancelled on them last minute so I could bartend at MOJO's cause I really need the money. So I bartended. We closed early so the manager and I hit up paradise. As I was walking in, guess who was walking out. Andy and his two friends. They waved, Andy stopped straight in his tracks. You know, I was doing so well, thought I was over this shit. But then there he was, he dyed his hair black and purple, he looked amazing. I told him he looked goood. We hugged, he twirled me around in the air, we kept our arms around each other. I told him to stay, that I'd take him home in an hour and a half, but he said he had to leave. (he hates me) I showed him my new tatts, then he put his arms around me again. He kissed me, then walked away. I stood there so shocked, why did he do that? Now I'm all sorts of confused. I went to walk in, I turned around to glance at him one more time, and he did the same....we caught eyes. This kills me, I know he won't remember any of that. He was so shit faced, smelled like tequila, damn long island iced teas. Omg I've never met anyone that I fit with so well, in look, in likes, in lifestyle, in smarts, and it fucking kills me. I wish there was a way for this to work out. But I know it won't. I apparently don't deserve it. I don't deserve to be happy, or so the universe thinks.
Now off to the doctors... :-/
Oh I have a joke for you:
Q: What's the fastest way to determine the sex of a chromosome?
A: Pull down its genes.
(I'm such a biology dork, and pull down means to knock down via PCR, haha, oh god I kill me)