Doing that self-destructive thing...
that I'm so horribly good at. Of all the talents to have, making trouble is really not a good one to have. I mean, sure, it's amusing. But good lord... Do you even realize what kinds of chaos I started last night?!
First off. I made out with a rock star. I propositioned the bartender. I drunk dialed (or he possibly drunk dialed me) Matt Kues. The door guy asked me on a date. And Stephanie's ex-boyfriend of five years asked me to hang out this afternoon. Oh yes. And let's not forget Davies and his 3am visit to my house. All in a span of about...four hours. My friends, I believe we have a new record.
Okay. Mr. Ronaldo (as my rock star will be known as from here on out) was probably not the best make out choice. But I have wanted to kiss him for sooo long. I just didn't anticipate sneaking outside at Beer Sellar to make out like a couple of kids hiding from their parents. Haha or worse in this case, all of our friends! He kissed me again on the ramp on the way out to our cars. Yep. Then Nathan called me a prude. *snort* If he had any idea.
And Jesse, where the hell did that come from? We went out for lunch after the match today. At first conversation was a little slow. But then he started in on this theory about relationships and it made so much sense. Now, you know this can't be going anywhere good. If Steph found out, she'd never forgive me. I mean, not that I really care at this particular junction. She and I never talk anymore. And when I do invite her out she flakes on me. He did make me laugh a lot. I'm thinking that our crazy is compatible. I hate to say it, but I think that he was thinking the same thing.
John. I'm so done. He was such a fucking asshole last night. And it's my own damn fault. I'm his Lisa. Nobody wants a Lisa! That's why Mr. Ronaldo was making out with me. Because Lisa is so unattractive! I don't think I can be friends with him. I don't think after last night that I even want to be friends with him. I would have done anything for him. And he spat on it.
Okay. Babbling again. I think Katie is a bad influence on me.
First off. I made out with a rock star. I propositioned the bartender. I drunk dialed (or he possibly drunk dialed me) Matt Kues. The door guy asked me on a date. And Stephanie's ex-boyfriend of five years asked me to hang out this afternoon. Oh yes. And let's not forget Davies and his 3am visit to my house. All in a span of about...four hours. My friends, I believe we have a new record.
Okay. Mr. Ronaldo (as my rock star will be known as from here on out) was probably not the best make out choice. But I have wanted to kiss him for sooo long. I just didn't anticipate sneaking outside at Beer Sellar to make out like a couple of kids hiding from their parents. Haha or worse in this case, all of our friends! He kissed me again on the ramp on the way out to our cars. Yep. Then Nathan called me a prude. *snort* If he had any idea.
And Jesse, where the hell did that come from? We went out for lunch after the match today. At first conversation was a little slow. But then he started in on this theory about relationships and it made so much sense. Now, you know this can't be going anywhere good. If Steph found out, she'd never forgive me. I mean, not that I really care at this particular junction. She and I never talk anymore. And when I do invite her out she flakes on me. He did make me laugh a lot. I'm thinking that our crazy is compatible. I hate to say it, but I think that he was thinking the same thing.
John. I'm so done. He was such a fucking asshole last night. And it's my own damn fault. I'm his Lisa. Nobody wants a Lisa! That's why Mr. Ronaldo was making out with me. Because Lisa is so unattractive! I don't think I can be friends with him. I don't think after last night that I even want to be friends with him. I would have done anything for him. And he spat on it.
Okay. Babbling again. I think Katie is a bad influence on me.