I'm Never Bothered When You Are Hot
Last night Jordan puked in my house. Thats funny for me to say but true at the same time. Jordan Fegatner, not Menashe, claimed that he had CO2 poisoning and he couldn't move. I think he was a 17 year old kid who couldn't handle the weed like he thought he could. As I said in my last post, everyone has to be the bitch every once in a while. It wasn't really all that bad. He slept it off. Strangely enough it was...on second thought I shouldn't go into the details. Jared and I cleaned it up. Tommy played guitar hero and offered moral support. He doesn't drink for a reason, and I don't fault him for it one bit. Jordan only had half a beer though. He just smoked too much. I guess it happens to all of us. At least there weren't any girls around. Then again if there were girls around there could have been an entirely different situation afterwords. Considering no girls will ever think guitar hero is cool I think I may stay lonely for quite some time. Maybe being a real guitar hero will help. Considering I'm not a "real" guitar hero I think I may stay lonely for quite some time.
I've decided not to make this entry a drunken rant, which it easily could have been, but rather be precisely concise in saying what two days of complete and utter torment from coworkers will do to a man. Between Jordan puking on my couch, Nicole flirting with me every which way she can, and Jessie telling me about her breast job that may or may not be I am completely and utterly blah. Thats right blah. Blah fucking blah. Fucking life. Sometimes it really isn't that hard, that is until you let your past confront your present with the clashing force of ten thousand hurricanes. ok I am drunk. I didn't start this way. I had to finish the five liter because Jared didn't drink and neither did Jordan. Jared didn't drink like I wanted him to. Fuck Jared. Thats right I said it. I don't really mean it though. Just a funny reminder of my conflicting views. I did make the rule that Jared cannot and will not scoff or comment at public signs of affection. Whether it be a back rub or a kiss, there will be no hatred of affection in my household. And thats that for now.
I've decided not to make this entry a drunken rant, which it easily could have been, but rather be precisely concise in saying what two days of complete and utter torment from coworkers will do to a man. Between Jordan puking on my couch, Nicole flirting with me every which way she can, and Jessie telling me about her breast job that may or may not be I am completely and utterly blah. Thats right blah. Blah fucking blah. Fucking life. Sometimes it really isn't that hard, that is until you let your past confront your present with the clashing force of ten thousand hurricanes. ok I am drunk. I didn't start this way. I had to finish the five liter because Jared didn't drink and neither did Jordan. Jared didn't drink like I wanted him to. Fuck Jared. Thats right I said it. I don't really mean it though. Just a funny reminder of my conflicting views. I did make the rule that Jared cannot and will not scoff or comment at public signs of affection. Whether it be a back rub or a kiss, there will be no hatred of affection in my household. And thats that for now.