The morning after
Went to a Halloween party last night. It was interesting, with lots of fire (warm is my friend), lots of food (see previous), and even some people I knew. There were also some people that I didin't know there, and they were -surprisingly- actually fairly cool. I say fairly cool as an average. Monica was really cool, her friend... Whose name I can't remember... was fairly cool, and the guy..whose name I can't remember... Well, I did't not like him, and thats a step above a lot of people.
Then, after I came home, read a while, then hopped online and talked with Monica for a while (we'd exchanged contact information, you understand), then signed off and read until about two thirty. I believe it wa stwo thirty-six in fact, then I couldn't make my eyes focus anymore, and I closed my book and went to sleep. So, what happens at nine thirty this morning, after only about seven hours of sleep (which for me, on the weekends, is only about half what I normally get)? V calls and asks me if I'd like to go to an art exhibit with her... Would a big, screaming, flaming NO!!!!! ofend anyone? I put her off, but dammit, I wish that she would just leave me alone. But of course, I don't want to hurt her, so I don't say that. I really wish that someone would come along and get rid of this huge crush she has on me.
So, after I've gotten V to hang up, I crawl back to bed to try to sleep/ After not five minutes, what do I get? ANOTHER FUCKING PHONECALL! this time from one of those automated telephone election things, so I have this recorded message from some douche who wants to be elected to the congress, while the only thing he's ever covered himself with here is slime. Glory is hard to come by in these parts, I've noticed.
SO now I'm awake, and I can't get back to sleep, even though I'm tired, and I'm online for the sole purpose of keeping people from calling. How sad is that?
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Then, after I came home, read a while, then hopped online and talked with Monica for a while (we'd exchanged contact information, you understand), then signed off and read until about two thirty. I believe it wa stwo thirty-six in fact, then I couldn't make my eyes focus anymore, and I closed my book and went to sleep. So, what happens at nine thirty this morning, after only about seven hours of sleep (which for me, on the weekends, is only about half what I normally get)? V calls and asks me if I'd like to go to an art exhibit with her... Would a big, screaming, flaming NO!!!!! ofend anyone? I put her off, but dammit, I wish that she would just leave me alone. But of course, I don't want to hurt her, so I don't say that. I really wish that someone would come along and get rid of this huge crush she has on me.
So, after I've gotten V to hang up, I crawl back to bed to try to sleep/ After not five minutes, what do I get? ANOTHER FUCKING PHONECALL! this time from one of those automated telephone election things, so I have this recorded message from some douche who wants to be elected to the congress, while the only thing he's ever covered himself with here is slime. Glory is hard to come by in these parts, I've noticed.
SO now I'm awake, and I can't get back to sleep, even though I'm tired, and I'm online for the sole purpose of keeping people from calling. How sad is that?
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