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I met this guy at the 80s club last Friday who had a spare ticket to the NIN/JA show in Kansas City next Wednesday and kept asking me to go with him. He was offering to drive and everything.
I was all "Man, I really want to go, but I can only get a half day off for the 27th, and I'd have to work the next day. You probably wouldn't want to drive back the same night and get back at like 4am. It would just be a pain in the butt for you. I don't think it's going to work out."
He was all "I don't care if it's a pain. You're awesome to hang out with, and I don't want to go to the concert alone. It's not a problem. Whatever your schedule is, we can work with it."
We actually had this same conversation like 3 times before I was like "Yeah, let's do it."
So I said I'd talk to my boss and get back with him once I got the half day off and the Paisley-care arranged and stuff. He seemed pretty stoked, and I know I was.
I called him back, and left a message, letting him know I'd made the arrangements.
He texted me back saying that it's not going to work out, since he doesn't want to drive back that night.
WTF, yo?
Isn't that what I said like 3 times? Wasn't he the guy that was all gung-ho about it? "no, no, that's not a problem at all." Bah.
*sigh* People.
Yesterday I went to the Atomic Cowboy and sat around a bonfire telling horrible jokes with a sideshow man who goes by "Baron Vonn Monkey" while some guy in flip flops sat on my lap because there weren't enough chairs outside there. Actually, scratch that. There were plenty of chairs..
I only drank 2 beers last night, despite multiple people offering to buy me drinks. I was very proud of myself. The last thing I need now is a beer belly. It's too damn easy to drink 900 calories worth of beer without even noticing it.
It's funny; as you lose weight, the amount of noticeable difference a pound makes is inversely proportional to the amount of spare pounds you have left on your frame. I've only lost a few pounds since I got my black halter dress for prom, but it's already too big. Thank gods it was only $4.50 at Goodwill. So I went out and got a much better dress in a smaller size from another Goodwill. It's a ridiculous blue satin number with a HUGE tulle skirt. I luffs it.
It almost makes me forget that I'm secretly a boy.
Almost.
They moved prom night at the club to next week, which makes me sad because I want it to be tomorrow, dammit! ..but also makes me happy, because it means I have a little while longer to figure out hair/makeup crap.
I got a pair of wacky purple and black zebra striped pants on clearance at Le Haute Topique today. I think the 80s thing is starting to wear off on me, possibly too much.
I should get some sleep. I have a 5am workout planned for tomorrow, and I'm not planning on being back home for at least 22 hours after that..
Also, damn. In my office this week there have been THREE cakes, and a box of scones and a box of danishes. Each time, I get multiple people pushing them on me like a crack dealer. "One piece won't hurt you." "Everyone's doing it." "You know you want one."
Get the fuck over it, people. I'm not eating that shit just to appease your bizarre need to gather around pastries. Ugh.
I was all "Man, I really want to go, but I can only get a half day off for the 27th, and I'd have to work the next day. You probably wouldn't want to drive back the same night and get back at like 4am. It would just be a pain in the butt for you. I don't think it's going to work out."
He was all "I don't care if it's a pain. You're awesome to hang out with, and I don't want to go to the concert alone. It's not a problem. Whatever your schedule is, we can work with it."
We actually had this same conversation like 3 times before I was like "Yeah, let's do it."
So I said I'd talk to my boss and get back with him once I got the half day off and the Paisley-care arranged and stuff. He seemed pretty stoked, and I know I was.
I called him back, and left a message, letting him know I'd made the arrangements.
He texted me back saying that it's not going to work out, since he doesn't want to drive back that night.
WTF, yo?
Isn't that what I said like 3 times? Wasn't he the guy that was all gung-ho about it? "no, no, that's not a problem at all." Bah.
*sigh* People.
Yesterday I went to the Atomic Cowboy and sat around a bonfire telling horrible jokes with a sideshow man who goes by "Baron Vonn Monkey" while some guy in flip flops sat on my lap because there weren't enough chairs outside there. Actually, scratch that. There were plenty of chairs..
I only drank 2 beers last night, despite multiple people offering to buy me drinks. I was very proud of myself. The last thing I need now is a beer belly. It's too damn easy to drink 900 calories worth of beer without even noticing it.
It's funny; as you lose weight, the amount of noticeable difference a pound makes is inversely proportional to the amount of spare pounds you have left on your frame. I've only lost a few pounds since I got my black halter dress for prom, but it's already too big. Thank gods it was only $4.50 at Goodwill. So I went out and got a much better dress in a smaller size from another Goodwill. It's a ridiculous blue satin number with a HUGE tulle skirt. I luffs it.
It almost makes me forget that I'm secretly a boy.
Almost.
They moved prom night at the club to next week, which makes me sad because I want it to be tomorrow, dammit! ..but also makes me happy, because it means I have a little while longer to figure out hair/makeup crap.
I got a pair of wacky purple and black zebra striped pants on clearance at Le Haute Topique today. I think the 80s thing is starting to wear off on me, possibly too much.
I should get some sleep. I have a 5am workout planned for tomorrow, and I'm not planning on being back home for at least 22 hours after that..
Also, damn. In my office this week there have been THREE cakes, and a box of scones and a box of danishes. Each time, I get multiple people pushing them on me like a crack dealer. "One piece won't hurt you." "Everyone's doing it." "You know you want one."
Get the fuck over it, people. I'm not eating that shit just to appease your bizarre need to gather around pastries. Ugh.