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i am a sucker.
i am a sucker for open bar sunday nights.
i am a sucker for opening shifts monday mornings.
i am a sucker for any song with a good breakdown.
i am a sucker for any song about a good emotional breakdown.
i am a sucker for girls that speak to me in french, and then tell me that what they said was possibly erotic in nature.
i am a sucker for girls, basically, especially those that speak to me in french, or that just speak to me.
i am a sucker for late night trips to 7-11 with geoff.
i am a sucker for late night viewings of ghostbusters with geoff.
i am a sucker, it is safe to say, for geoff, especially late at night.
i am a sucker for girls that are emotionally unavailable.
i am a sucker, equally, for girls that are emotionally available, but will soon be geographically unavailable.
i am a sucker for anyone that says they'll buy me a phone card for xmas twenty minutes after we start making out.
i am a sucker for songs that have titles that all start with the letter i.
so, here's how it all came to be.
at the height of my emotional unstability of late, i found out that my cat died, that on thursday, she had trouble breathing, so my dad (!!!) took her to the vet in his arms, and she died there thirty minutes later when her heart stopped. no one was going to tell me, so no one told me, until i asked my sister how Chloe was going, and jenny told me, and then, that was it. i called brynn, and i said, brynn, my cat died, and i started crying, and then it all kind of ended for a few minutes right there. i sat very still on the not-comfy couch, and i couldn't move, then i had a very stressful conversation with brynn's mom about my mental health.
i improved upon the day by going to the st. maartens christmas party with carlymonster. i don't even know if it is possible to tell how much i had to drink--i know i had another beer every time carly got a drink, and i got another beer everytime brewster got another drink. so i was drunk. DRUNK. i told carly that i thought beth was cute, and then, twenty minutes later, i was walking beth home, and we had one of those awesome nights of making out and conversation. she's leaving for paris in a few weeks, but said she'd totally like to see where things go, and that she is a great letter writer. i forgot to get her number, and i've already knocked on her door twice, but nothing. carlymonster is supposedly getting me her number tonight. let me just say that carlymonster is the best person to go out on a date with ever, because she has a couple of drinks with you, and then finds you someone else to make out with.
anyway, i had to work monday morning at 545am. i was worthless. gwen had to tell customers that i had a migraine, but i think they saw through it. i had to leave work early for the first time in over a year. i spent the rest of the day nearly comatose, and then went to maartens for PBR night. apparently, it was ruggy's birthday, and he had invited me, but i don't answer my phone when he calls, so, oh well. i realize how much happier i am now that i don't see him that often anymore. he really killed my spirit, in a very oprah sense.
i returned to my coma for most of tuesday, and then woke up to cover a shift at work for geoff. it was hell. i came in and derick/gavin/matt were running around playing grab-ass instead of doing any work. i cleaned everything, and dealt with derick randomly assigning duties for the sake of people doing things instead of accomplishing anything resembling a goal. i'm a sucker for the rules at work, and i cringed everytime i saw him break one, especially having gavin close his till and locking the door while there will still customers in the store. i mean, there were easily 15 people left in the store when he did this, and it pissed me off so much. i kept my mouth shut and closed the bar, but i really should have raised a stink about it. i just wrote 'raised a stink' for the first time in my history of being able to write, and i am not very proud of this.
so yeah. then i went home, and then i drove geoff to 7-11 and he bought me cigarettes, and then me and him and carlymonster watched ghostbusters for 30 minutes. geoff had an enormous burrito, i remember, and then, i don't know. i guess i went home. i watched the last episode of cheers, and then i smoked a cigarette outside in the cold, and i came to starbucks to sit somewhere comfy, and here i am, waiting for the free-internet connection down the street to turn on, so i can post this, and check my email, and see what else in my life has unraveled since last i checked.
i am a sucker for open bar sunday nights.
i am a sucker for opening shifts monday mornings.
i am a sucker for any song with a good breakdown.
i am a sucker for any song about a good emotional breakdown.
i am a sucker for girls that speak to me in french, and then tell me that what they said was possibly erotic in nature.
i am a sucker for girls, basically, especially those that speak to me in french, or that just speak to me.
i am a sucker for late night trips to 7-11 with geoff.
i am a sucker for late night viewings of ghostbusters with geoff.
i am a sucker, it is safe to say, for geoff, especially late at night.
i am a sucker for girls that are emotionally unavailable.
i am a sucker, equally, for girls that are emotionally available, but will soon be geographically unavailable.
i am a sucker for anyone that says they'll buy me a phone card for xmas twenty minutes after we start making out.
i am a sucker for songs that have titles that all start with the letter i.
so, here's how it all came to be.
at the height of my emotional unstability of late, i found out that my cat died, that on thursday, she had trouble breathing, so my dad (!!!) took her to the vet in his arms, and she died there thirty minutes later when her heart stopped. no one was going to tell me, so no one told me, until i asked my sister how Chloe was going, and jenny told me, and then, that was it. i called brynn, and i said, brynn, my cat died, and i started crying, and then it all kind of ended for a few minutes right there. i sat very still on the not-comfy couch, and i couldn't move, then i had a very stressful conversation with brynn's mom about my mental health.
i improved upon the day by going to the st. maartens christmas party with carlymonster. i don't even know if it is possible to tell how much i had to drink--i know i had another beer every time carly got a drink, and i got another beer everytime brewster got another drink. so i was drunk. DRUNK. i told carly that i thought beth was cute, and then, twenty minutes later, i was walking beth home, and we had one of those awesome nights of making out and conversation. she's leaving for paris in a few weeks, but said she'd totally like to see where things go, and that she is a great letter writer. i forgot to get her number, and i've already knocked on her door twice, but nothing. carlymonster is supposedly getting me her number tonight. let me just say that carlymonster is the best person to go out on a date with ever, because she has a couple of drinks with you, and then finds you someone else to make out with.
anyway, i had to work monday morning at 545am. i was worthless. gwen had to tell customers that i had a migraine, but i think they saw through it. i had to leave work early for the first time in over a year. i spent the rest of the day nearly comatose, and then went to maartens for PBR night. apparently, it was ruggy's birthday, and he had invited me, but i don't answer my phone when he calls, so, oh well. i realize how much happier i am now that i don't see him that often anymore. he really killed my spirit, in a very oprah sense.
i returned to my coma for most of tuesday, and then woke up to cover a shift at work for geoff. it was hell. i came in and derick/gavin/matt were running around playing grab-ass instead of doing any work. i cleaned everything, and dealt with derick randomly assigning duties for the sake of people doing things instead of accomplishing anything resembling a goal. i'm a sucker for the rules at work, and i cringed everytime i saw him break one, especially having gavin close his till and locking the door while there will still customers in the store. i mean, there were easily 15 people left in the store when he did this, and it pissed me off so much. i kept my mouth shut and closed the bar, but i really should have raised a stink about it. i just wrote 'raised a stink' for the first time in my history of being able to write, and i am not very proud of this.
so yeah. then i went home, and then i drove geoff to 7-11 and he bought me cigarettes, and then me and him and carlymonster watched ghostbusters for 30 minutes. geoff had an enormous burrito, i remember, and then, i don't know. i guess i went home. i watched the last episode of cheers, and then i smoked a cigarette outside in the cold, and i came to starbucks to sit somewhere comfy, and here i am, waiting for the free-internet connection down the street to turn on, so i can post this, and check my email, and see what else in my life has unraveled since last i checked.