Tidbits from yesterday:
~Four hours worth of callbacks
~Blowe made breakfast AND dinner (I have it better than any of the girls he's ever been with and I don't even have to put out!)
~Briefly visit the family before their disc golf outing (I went home and worked on the apartment)
~Traci comes over and informs me all about her night and says Elliott asked if I was mad at him. Are we twelve? Grow a fucking set and talk to me, if I haven't ripped your balls off by now, I probably won't.
~Tyrone comes over and smokes and tells us of his time spent in Chicago.
~Who would try to rape an 82 year old woman? Honestly, what the hell is wrong with people?
~I'm ridiculous style fucked up by eight pm
~Blowe and I go to the pub and have a pitcher and a game of pool and forget to pay (we of course, go back)
~Go to Jen and Maren's party and drink a bottle of Strawberry Andre on top of my 5ish beers and insane amount of smokey treats.
~Holly Weikal makes out with me. Yeah, I know. Hot.
~Walk home and find Kelly passed out in front of her door. Can't find her keys, has a big ol scrape on her head, can't stand. Luckily, Koz and Scott arrive just as I'm trying to lug her up to our apartment to sleep it off. Scott jimmies her door open and I throw her in bed-on her side of course. Archie is glad mama's home.
~Go upstairs and hang with Koz and Scott.
~Apparently during this time, Traci and Blowe come back to our apartment and screw. On my bed. But it was on top of the bed and not in it. Supposedly that makes it not as gross.
~Get two hours of sleep before work where I'm currently stationed.
Working, reading the Odyssey, having a fish fry, and XTG rehearsal today.
~Blowe made breakfast AND dinner (I have it better than any of the girls he's ever been with and I don't even have to put out!)
~Briefly visit the family before their disc golf outing (I went home and worked on the apartment)
~Traci comes over and informs me all about her night and says Elliott asked if I was mad at him. Are we twelve? Grow a fucking set and talk to me, if I haven't ripped your balls off by now, I probably won't.
~Tyrone comes over and smokes and tells us of his time spent in Chicago.
~Who would try to rape an 82 year old woman? Honestly, what the hell is wrong with people?
~I'm ridiculous style fucked up by eight pm
~Blowe and I go to the pub and have a pitcher and a game of pool and forget to pay (we of course, go back)
~Go to Jen and Maren's party and drink a bottle of Strawberry Andre on top of my 5ish beers and insane amount of smokey treats.
~Holly Weikal makes out with me. Yeah, I know. Hot.
~Walk home and find Kelly passed out in front of her door. Can't find her keys, has a big ol scrape on her head, can't stand. Luckily, Koz and Scott arrive just as I'm trying to lug her up to our apartment to sleep it off. Scott jimmies her door open and I throw her in bed-on her side of course. Archie is glad mama's home.
~Go upstairs and hang with Koz and Scott.
~Apparently during this time, Traci and Blowe come back to our apartment and screw. On my bed. But it was on top of the bed and not in it. Supposedly that makes it not as gross.
~Get two hours of sleep before work where I'm currently stationed.
Working, reading the Odyssey, having a fish fry, and XTG rehearsal today.