quittin' time.
I had a dream that basically let me know I don't care how long we haven't been friends, let alone interacted with each other, I am so desperate to be part of the wedding party that I will be your bridesmaid, anytime, anywhere, no questions asked.
in this dream I was my old frenemy Alyssia's bridesmaid. I didn't actually do anything besides try to eat one of her ridiculous appetizers, which was essentially a meatball rolled neatly in spaghetti. It was quite the challenge, and Alyssia winded up snapping at me to quit eating or I'd ruin my dang dress. Soon after I discovered my most recently stolen bike, fit the key that I still carry on my keychain into the lock, and rode away with a feeling of melancholy. I don't know if I was forlorn due to the betrayal or my apparent failure to get a little creative while eating stupid food. Trust issues.
So. My wallet fell out of my back pocket while I bicycled home from work the other day. Lost my i.d. and debit card. This hit me rather hard, since the only reason I even carried a wallet was so I could start getting my act together by having all my pertinent cards on my person at all times. And then I failed. Failure is way worse when you're actually trying not to fail.
Luke got weird on me the other night. Made me sad. He went on a super rant about how he's uncomfortable with cross-dressers and got pretty vehement with the whole thing. Then he was like, "You're not really who I wanted to hang out with, but all the party peeps are possibly hangin' out with Stephen, so what the hell, I'll hang with you." Chopped liver, thy name is Emily. Then he proceeded to berate me for making him drink again, and said I always made him drink an uncomfortable amount because he felt the need to drink more than me so I couldn't have what he drank plus what i drank and hurt myself. I was drunk when he said all this, so I'm probably leaving out big chunks of info, but I now feel very awkward about... it.
That being said, I think I'll take a break from liquor. I drank whiskey with Meghan and Nick last night (yay! meghan like's Maker's Mark!) and just wanted more and more, way past the point where they'd had enough and I still wanted to keep going. It was embarrassing, since at that point I didn't even feel that drunk. While I did have fun hanging with LA's newest imports, I did't relish feeling out o' control. Like a true drunkard.
in this dream I was my old frenemy Alyssia's bridesmaid. I didn't actually do anything besides try to eat one of her ridiculous appetizers, which was essentially a meatball rolled neatly in spaghetti. It was quite the challenge, and Alyssia winded up snapping at me to quit eating or I'd ruin my dang dress. Soon after I discovered my most recently stolen bike, fit the key that I still carry on my keychain into the lock, and rode away with a feeling of melancholy. I don't know if I was forlorn due to the betrayal or my apparent failure to get a little creative while eating stupid food. Trust issues.
So. My wallet fell out of my back pocket while I bicycled home from work the other day. Lost my i.d. and debit card. This hit me rather hard, since the only reason I even carried a wallet was so I could start getting my act together by having all my pertinent cards on my person at all times. And then I failed. Failure is way worse when you're actually trying not to fail.
Luke got weird on me the other night. Made me sad. He went on a super rant about how he's uncomfortable with cross-dressers and got pretty vehement with the whole thing. Then he was like, "You're not really who I wanted to hang out with, but all the party peeps are possibly hangin' out with Stephen, so what the hell, I'll hang with you." Chopped liver, thy name is Emily. Then he proceeded to berate me for making him drink again, and said I always made him drink an uncomfortable amount because he felt the need to drink more than me so I couldn't have what he drank plus what i drank and hurt myself. I was drunk when he said all this, so I'm probably leaving out big chunks of info, but I now feel very awkward about... it.
That being said, I think I'll take a break from liquor. I drank whiskey with Meghan and Nick last night (yay! meghan like's Maker's Mark!) and just wanted more and more, way past the point where they'd had enough and I still wanted to keep going. It was embarrassing, since at that point I didn't even feel that drunk. While I did have fun hanging with LA's newest imports, I did't relish feeling out o' control. Like a true drunkard.