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Last Sunday, I went to Long Beach Pride with dahamu & two of his friends. It was okay. I ended up wandering off while they danced & then D-tronic met up with me and we wandered together. Other than getting simultaneously freaked by D-tronic & his darling little (16 year old!!) friend (which sadly, has been the most physical contact I've had in weeks - someone come fucking hug me already), the most eventful parts of the evening were: getting lost in the piers of Long Beach, locking my keys in my car & having to call AAA, & getting a parking ticket because I talked us out of paying $5.00 to park. Oh yeah, and then there was the fact that we got there around 8pm (it ended at 10pm) & didn't want to pay the $20.00 admission for only two hours so we hawked wristbands (from the ground!) & fastened with gum. But the actual Pride bit was eh.
Oh yeah, & I flaked on a date to go to Pride. I didn't feel the least bit guilty about it. Speaking of flaking though! I flaked on another date tonight with a really nice guy. Instead, I went out with jinxeddotcom to see Star Wars: Episode III. I feel kind of bad about flaking but he was starting to freak me out. He would call 3-4 times a day & text me (no lie, no exaggeration) about 50 times a day. And he constantly asked for validation (ex- him: "I'm really looking forward to hanging out." me: "oh, awesome." him: "are you?" me: ...."...yeah.") & he talked too much. I feel like an asshole for flaking on the last minute though. I guess I should fucking learn to say "no, I don't want to hang out" in the first place to avoid all of this crap.
In other news, I might get a promotion at work. Super-sexy-41-year-old-Irish-boss asked his supervisor if there was enough in the budget to hire an assistant. Guess who he wants to hire? That means a pretty raise (probably only $1.00 but still!) & I get to be his slave. I am drooling already.
Next weekend is my cousin's wedding & I'll be in Vegas. I still need to get my skirt hemmed, buy a bra, and get the top taken in. I guess I'll try to take care of it on Monday. Or I guess I could do it tomorrow but I want to be as lazy as possible. Oh wait, I am supposed to go see the Schrader version of The Exorcist prequel with versengtemasse tomorrow. Oh well. So I'll be lazy aside from that.
I'm sleepy, lonely, & feel like an asshole.
Oh yeah, & I flaked on a date to go to Pride. I didn't feel the least bit guilty about it. Speaking of flaking though! I flaked on another date tonight with a really nice guy. Instead, I went out with jinxeddotcom to see Star Wars: Episode III. I feel kind of bad about flaking but he was starting to freak me out. He would call 3-4 times a day & text me (no lie, no exaggeration) about 50 times a day. And he constantly asked for validation (ex- him: "I'm really looking forward to hanging out." me: "oh, awesome." him: "are you?" me: ...."...yeah.") & he talked too much. I feel like an asshole for flaking on the last minute though. I guess I should fucking learn to say "no, I don't want to hang out" in the first place to avoid all of this crap.
In other news, I might get a promotion at work. Super-sexy-41-year-old-Irish-boss asked his supervisor if there was enough in the budget to hire an assistant. Guess who he wants to hire? That means a pretty raise (probably only $1.00 but still!) & I get to be his slave. I am drooling already.
Next weekend is my cousin's wedding & I'll be in Vegas. I still need to get my skirt hemmed, buy a bra, and get the top taken in. I guess I'll try to take care of it on Monday. Or I guess I could do it tomorrow but I want to be as lazy as possible. Oh wait, I am supposed to go see the Schrader version of The Exorcist prequel with versengtemasse tomorrow. Oh well. So I'll be lazy aside from that.
I'm sleepy, lonely, & feel like an asshole.