Faf!
So I went out drinkin' at this heinous straight bar in Kirkland last night ... it was for a semi-good cause seeing as it was my aunt's birthday and everything ... but, ew! Straight people are so weird!
You can totally tell when you're in a straight bar. The atmosphere is different. It's like ... tense or something. I dunno, I don't make it a normal habit of going out to straight bars, let alone any bar for that matter. But I make a special effort to avoid straight ones all together.
Anyway.
At least there were a couple hotties I could undress with my eyes in my group. I'm sure they would be horrible in bed, though. They had that exaggerated sense of masculinity about them. So you can probably guess what I mean by that.
Doug was there with his roomie, Michelle, and his fat boyfriend, Chris. It was kinda fun seeing how Chris reacted whenever Dough (hah, I'm gonna call him that from now on) would come over and talk to me. Dough called me earlier yesterday afternoon to 1) let me know he found his gym membership card..... like I wanted to know or something, and 2) to see if I were still going to my aunt's little shindig.
I was mildly amused by that. Oh, and he called this morning to see if I wanted to go meet him at his friend Matt's, um, Drag Show Pagent thingy ... I dunno if I told him how much I loathe Queens, but it might prove to be interesting if I decide to go. I'd have to be seriously intoxicated to be there though. Intoxicated = Sedative for me. However, it has been known of me to be in an extremely aggresive mode if I do drink around certain people. *shrugs* c'est la vie. I probably won't go anyway.
Lets see. What else?
Oh, I'm poor as a fucking Mexican. Ouch, I shouldn't have said that. But I did, so whatevs. I hate it. And this whole business of getting promoted at work is too damn much work! Whatever happened with your boss just coming up to you and asking if you want the job?
Oh hell no, that doesn't work in Starbucks. You have to do volunteer work + ass kissing + mock interviews + more ass kissing + work on your resume + even more ass kissing + maybe the actual interview ... it's frustrating.
Faf.
Speaking of work, it's time for me to go!
-Meh
You can totally tell when you're in a straight bar. The atmosphere is different. It's like ... tense or something. I dunno, I don't make it a normal habit of going out to straight bars, let alone any bar for that matter. But I make a special effort to avoid straight ones all together.
Anyway.
At least there were a couple hotties I could undress with my eyes in my group. I'm sure they would be horrible in bed, though. They had that exaggerated sense of masculinity about them. So you can probably guess what I mean by that.
Doug was there with his roomie, Michelle, and his fat boyfriend, Chris. It was kinda fun seeing how Chris reacted whenever Dough (hah, I'm gonna call him that from now on) would come over and talk to me. Dough called me earlier yesterday afternoon to 1) let me know he found his gym membership card..... like I wanted to know or something, and 2) to see if I were still going to my aunt's little shindig.
I was mildly amused by that. Oh, and he called this morning to see if I wanted to go meet him at his friend Matt's, um, Drag Show Pagent thingy ... I dunno if I told him how much I loathe Queens, but it might prove to be interesting if I decide to go. I'd have to be seriously intoxicated to be there though. Intoxicated = Sedative for me. However, it has been known of me to be in an extremely aggresive mode if I do drink around certain people. *shrugs* c'est la vie. I probably won't go anyway.
Lets see. What else?
Oh, I'm poor as a fucking Mexican. Ouch, I shouldn't have said that. But I did, so whatevs. I hate it. And this whole business of getting promoted at work is too damn much work! Whatever happened with your boss just coming up to you and asking if you want the job?
Oh hell no, that doesn't work in Starbucks. You have to do volunteer work + ass kissing + mock interviews + more ass kissing + work on your resume + even more ass kissing + maybe the actual interview ... it's frustrating.
Faf.
Speaking of work, it's time for me to go!
-Meh