Dec 19, 2005 12:25
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times... J/K...
Saturday night was one of the most entertaining evenings I believe I've had all year. You spend so much time with people, then you see them cut loose at a party. I can never look at them the same way again.
It's not like I was on my best behavior. I had alittle too much to drink. Not so much that my perception of things were fucked up, but enough to the point that I had no fear. I was blatantly hitting on one of my coworkers... But I waited until he left. That's sad. He's a cutie though. Terrible. I admitted that I just wanted to see how he kissed though. Not like it's a lie.
I knew I had to stop drinking at a certain point when the only people left at the party were 2 guys and myself. Not that I don't trust them.. But things could've gotten very ugly if I'd had more and been left alone with one certain guy.
I beat the GSM at pool. That was fun.
My friend Piotr got way too drunk and decided he wanted a piece of ass in the parking lot. He threw me up against a car and tried to get my pants off. Not so fast... I ran back inside the building. Didn't want to go there. It's not in my best interest to start something like that.
Kevin and I got into a monster fight last night. He's just angry because I spend a lot of time away from him. But he's pushing me away! He's showing so much insecurity and jealousy that I just want to run! He actually tries to make me feel guilty for sleeping. WTF? I'm very tired of him making me feel guilty. It's bullshit.