I'd rather be in bed....
So tonight my roommates decided to sing karaoke on XBox while drinking wine and such. Well... to make a long story short, I am sitting here right now trying to tune out the sounds of my roommate Dori getting sick in the bathroom. Quite gross I tell you. I had one glass of wine which is enough to do literally nothing. The girls on the other hand, polished off two wine bottles. On a Tuesday night nonetheless. Gross.
I tried getting to bed a while ago, but all I heard was her panting in her room from the upset stomach. I doubt she will make it to work tomorrow. The other roommate on the other hand, is sound asleep... probably with one foot on the floor to keep the room from spinning.
I hate being drunk... that's why I really don't like drinking because it does not take much for me to get giddy nor do I enjoy being in pure agony afterwards. I just hate it. I'd rather focus my addictions on something else of substance.. like coffee or something else where I would not be placing myself into agonizing pain.
She's done now... hopefully she will be fine in the morning... her boyfriend is with her.. and he had not one drop all night which is good because I'd rather him be in there than me trying to make her feel better while she gets sick. I'd get sick too if I were in the room while she was hovering the toilet. Nasty.
Tomorrow morning, I shall go to Starbucks in Seekonk and see my gay little barista Steve... as tall and lanky as he is, he is not exactly my type, but it is still fun to have a friendly flirt here and there. Maybe he could be my type... do I have a type. I don't know. I'll give him a complicated drink tomorrow and see if he scores well with me. hahaha!
~Jason
I tried getting to bed a while ago, but all I heard was her panting in her room from the upset stomach. I doubt she will make it to work tomorrow. The other roommate on the other hand, is sound asleep... probably with one foot on the floor to keep the room from spinning.
I hate being drunk... that's why I really don't like drinking because it does not take much for me to get giddy nor do I enjoy being in pure agony afterwards. I just hate it. I'd rather focus my addictions on something else of substance.. like coffee or something else where I would not be placing myself into agonizing pain.
She's done now... hopefully she will be fine in the morning... her boyfriend is with her.. and he had not one drop all night which is good because I'd rather him be in there than me trying to make her feel better while she gets sick. I'd get sick too if I were in the room while she was hovering the toilet. Nasty.
Tomorrow morning, I shall go to Starbucks in Seekonk and see my gay little barista Steve... as tall and lanky as he is, he is not exactly my type, but it is still fun to have a friendly flirt here and there. Maybe he could be my type... do I have a type. I don't know. I'll give him a complicated drink tomorrow and see if he scores well with me. hahaha!
~Jason