Don't stop believing
THREE MORE GAMES BITCHES!!!!!
I am basically madly in love with Joe Crede. And Bobby Jenks. I missed Bobby. I missed the Sox in general. It's a very sweet feeling to watch them start kicking ass again. You're going down, Houston. Sorry bout it.
My feet have been freaking killing me all day. I went to Excalibur in the city last night and walked to and from the El in heels and then danced all night. Yeah, lets just say that wasn't a good idea. That place is cool but EXPENSIVE. I paid $25 with tip for three Jager bombs. Lame. And it was full of creepy old men trying to get on me. And it wasn't just me, they were trying to get on my married friend who was wearing a wedding ring. Sometimes I absolutely want to vomit at how lame men can be. It was fun though. Got a lil too tipsy. Was walking down Roscoe at 3:30 in the morning in a skirt and flip flops and didn't even feel the cold. My feet hurt so bad at that point I refused to wear my heels anymore. I would have walked barefoot. Hell, I've done it before down Halsted. I woke Jersey up. It was revenge for him waking me up Thursday night. Oh drunk dialing. Gotta love it. Went to bed prolly around 4:30 and then had to wake up at 7:45 to drive Blauer back here so she could go to work. That sucked but I felt even worse for her. She had to work 10am-10pm on no sleep hungover. Shitty. Meanwhile I took a three hour nap, haven't showered and am basically a big waste of space. I gotta work tomorrow early though. I bet thats gonna suck. Oh well.
Last night was yet another reminder of how single I am. I went out with three girls, one of which is married, one of which has a boyfriend back home and one of which brought her boyfriend. On the train the two girls I was with were talking about how the one may be getting engaged soon and blah blah blah and for the first time I started to freak out a little. Then the pathetic men at the bar made me freak out a little more. I'm 22 years old, which to me is young, but the married girl is 24 and the girl who may be engaged soon is 27. I am not even in a relationship, serious or otherwise. What if I don't ever find that person? I can't deal with the pathetic attempts by guys for very much longer. I'm starting to go nuts. Is there something wrong with me? Why can't a decent guy be interested in me? I think even my mother is starting to get worried. Because while there are the thirty-something single fabulous Sex and the City type women, there are also the single thirty-something cat women. It's just starting to get extremely frustrating. I feel like I've been given very few breaks in my lifetime. I am never lucky. Everything is always a struggle. Can I just get a fucking break please?! On SOMETHING?! Anything, really. Please? I need to sleep now.