falling apart. at least im consistent!
last night i went to flannigans to booze it up with the hickster. long story short, we drank all the beer. in all the land.
we left at midnight or so when they closed, went back to my house. and stayed up talking until about 5. we almost got into a fight because she told me again how lazy and full of excuses i was, about how im not trying hard enough and thats why my life sucks. and i told her she was full of shit, and just because she GOT LUCKY and got a job (that pays, but she fuckin hates) she doesnt have the right to say that to me. because before she got this job, she was in the SAME PLACE as i was, if not worse off... seeing as how she still cant manage to get her undergrad. ha. and i told her that just because i wont lower myself to working a a job i completely hate for halfway decent money, doesnt mean im not trying or.. as good as she is.
anyway, we listened to depressing music, and talked some more. then at around 4, we decided to drunk dial everyone... starring me as David Beckham. And I kept telling people that ashley was a wanker, and i (as david beckham) had a big delicious dick. hahaha.
um... so after she left, i watched Idol... and as i going to go to bed... at 5:45am... my family woke up. so, first, i took i had to pretend to be sober, and i made them coffee and and breakfast, and it was really weird because, they were like... loving me. they kept saying how nice it was to talk to me in a "good state." haha. should i have told them i was um... sloshed?
anyway, after they all left at around 7:30, i watched top chef and had some coffee, planning to stay up and go into work for 9. but instead, because i was still very inebriated, fell asleep. (luckily not before i emailed work and told them i'd be in at 1.) so i did get up at 11 something, got ready, came into work at 1.. feeling like shit. and i feel like im falling apart. haha. Alex accused me of being hungover.. and i was all "how dare you!" *laugh track*
i told him i was "sick" and that he should be glad i came in at all, because im such a hard working committed member of the barry team.
but im surprisingly chipper, because i get to sleep over at daniel's tonight. and grey's is tonight. and step it up and dance.
falling apart. at least im consistent. whatever. i no longer give a shiiiiit haha.
did i mention i had an interview on tuesday? over in purchasing. blah. its better money. but we'll see how it goes.
we left at midnight or so when they closed, went back to my house. and stayed up talking until about 5. we almost got into a fight because she told me again how lazy and full of excuses i was, about how im not trying hard enough and thats why my life sucks. and i told her she was full of shit, and just because she GOT LUCKY and got a job (that pays, but she fuckin hates) she doesnt have the right to say that to me. because before she got this job, she was in the SAME PLACE as i was, if not worse off... seeing as how she still cant manage to get her undergrad. ha. and i told her that just because i wont lower myself to working a a job i completely hate for halfway decent money, doesnt mean im not trying or.. as good as she is.
anyway, we listened to depressing music, and talked some more. then at around 4, we decided to drunk dial everyone... starring me as David Beckham. And I kept telling people that ashley was a wanker, and i (as david beckham) had a big delicious dick. hahaha.
um... so after she left, i watched Idol... and as i going to go to bed... at 5:45am... my family woke up. so, first, i took i had to pretend to be sober, and i made them coffee and and breakfast, and it was really weird because, they were like... loving me. they kept saying how nice it was to talk to me in a "good state." haha. should i have told them i was um... sloshed?
anyway, after they all left at around 7:30, i watched top chef and had some coffee, planning to stay up and go into work for 9. but instead, because i was still very inebriated, fell asleep. (luckily not before i emailed work and told them i'd be in at 1.) so i did get up at 11 something, got ready, came into work at 1.. feeling like shit. and i feel like im falling apart. haha. Alex accused me of being hungover.. and i was all "how dare you!" *laugh track*
i told him i was "sick" and that he should be glad i came in at all, because im such a hard working committed member of the barry team.
but im surprisingly chipper, because i get to sleep over at daniel's tonight. and grey's is tonight. and step it up and dance.
falling apart. at least im consistent. whatever. i no longer give a shiiiiit haha.
did i mention i had an interview on tuesday? over in purchasing. blah. its better money. but we'll see how it goes.