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"i really really don't want to be a mother.
it seems a silly thing to worry about so early on, when it's very likely that i'm not pregnant. far more likely, actually, that i'm suffering from some horrible venereal disease than --"
that was from earlier this week. LJ nicely offered to restore a draft, and this is what it came up with. wow. who knew i was stressing so much over the possiblity of Motherhood. lucky for me, i got my period. of course, there is still the off chance that the sonofabitch's rogue sperm might have had the single minded purpose of knocking me up and so i will keep my doctor appointment next week. which was never an option, actually, since i still don't know if the fool was clean or not. ugh.
last night-- karaoke with Cynthia!! we drove around for what, an hour trying to find the damned place, even though i'd map quested it. that's the joy of having a navigational guru like B for a Mom/Driver. (= love you, Mommy.
honestly, karaoke has got to be the best fucking invention since sex. wait, sex isn't really an invention, is it. i should come up with something better, but hell. i'm leaving it.
there was a trio of guys there-- one with Jesus hair!!-- and of course, whenever there are men involved, the night cannot help but go incredibly well. this guy just... leaned on me for some reason. he wanted help finding some obscure song or other, but eventually we put away the binder full of songs and just kind of felt each other up for a while. public feel ups are the best.
god. he had GREAT hair. men, i'm finding, love to have their hair messed with. Barb says that she had to actually tell me to molest his hair since we seemed to be all over each other anyway, why not cop a feel or two? why not, indeed.
he asked me to go home with him, but alas. i'm perioding. i passed him on to some other chick, but B tells me that the chick i'd eyeballed for him left alone, so. it didn't take. bummer. somebody should have gotten lucky last night.
Jesus Hair had a friend named James who flung me around the dance floor a time or two. that was fun. um... the music was hot, the wine was cold, Cynthia is gorgeous, her friends are fun, and my Mother is AWESOME.
even if we did end the night with a knock out drag out fight over my glasses which i'd put in her purse but which she swore she didn't have and so we both thought i'd lost them and yelled at each other a lot and then i finally tried to dramatically exit the car (i couldn't get the door unlocked). lol, i FINALLY managed to get out of the damned child-proofed door and slammed it shut with satisfactory self-righteousness... and then what?
um, i stumbled around for about five minutes until B came back to get me.
we went home (in indignant silence). i passed out.
she found my glasses at the bottom of her purse.
and today we laugh about the fact that i am almost definitely a nut.
but her too!
duh.
work tomorrow. ugh.
who can follow up 40 people singing Bohemian Rhapsody together like old friends with a stint at work? UGH.
it seems a silly thing to worry about so early on, when it's very likely that i'm not pregnant. far more likely, actually, that i'm suffering from some horrible venereal disease than --"
that was from earlier this week. LJ nicely offered to restore a draft, and this is what it came up with. wow. who knew i was stressing so much over the possiblity of Motherhood. lucky for me, i got my period. of course, there is still the off chance that the sonofabitch's rogue sperm might have had the single minded purpose of knocking me up and so i will keep my doctor appointment next week. which was never an option, actually, since i still don't know if the fool was clean or not. ugh.
last night-- karaoke with Cynthia!! we drove around for what, an hour trying to find the damned place, even though i'd map quested it. that's the joy of having a navigational guru like B for a Mom/Driver. (= love you, Mommy.
honestly, karaoke has got to be the best fucking invention since sex. wait, sex isn't really an invention, is it. i should come up with something better, but hell. i'm leaving it.
there was a trio of guys there-- one with Jesus hair!!-- and of course, whenever there are men involved, the night cannot help but go incredibly well. this guy just... leaned on me for some reason. he wanted help finding some obscure song or other, but eventually we put away the binder full of songs and just kind of felt each other up for a while. public feel ups are the best.
god. he had GREAT hair. men, i'm finding, love to have their hair messed with. Barb says that she had to actually tell me to molest his hair since we seemed to be all over each other anyway, why not cop a feel or two? why not, indeed.
he asked me to go home with him, but alas. i'm perioding. i passed him on to some other chick, but B tells me that the chick i'd eyeballed for him left alone, so. it didn't take. bummer. somebody should have gotten lucky last night.
Jesus Hair had a friend named James who flung me around the dance floor a time or two. that was fun. um... the music was hot, the wine was cold, Cynthia is gorgeous, her friends are fun, and my Mother is AWESOME.
even if we did end the night with a knock out drag out fight over my glasses which i'd put in her purse but which she swore she didn't have and so we both thought i'd lost them and yelled at each other a lot and then i finally tried to dramatically exit the car (i couldn't get the door unlocked). lol, i FINALLY managed to get out of the damned child-proofed door and slammed it shut with satisfactory self-righteousness... and then what?
um, i stumbled around for about five minutes until B came back to get me.
we went home (in indignant silence). i passed out.
she found my glasses at the bottom of her purse.
and today we laugh about the fact that i am almost definitely a nut.
but her too!
duh.
work tomorrow. ugh.
who can follow up 40 people singing Bohemian Rhapsody together like old friends with a stint at work? UGH.