"if i were a lesbian..."
and other things i learned last night...
brandan has a soft head - much like inger's feet.
speaking of feet, rebecca & i have the same size. and possibly a propensity towards the same men?
lisa is a good kisser. i haven't tried it, but i've witnessed it.
my sober driving scare's v.
kimmie feels good lying on my boobs.
jason saved my life. (the marlboro's got me home in one piece. basically.)
ayse has a pleasant soothing accent, and was the only other person rocking red heels besides me.
roger is an interesting treat.
dancing to industrial with boa's & cute tiny lesbians is fun. also fun w/ cute tiny boys in make-up w/ shiny zippered shorts & neck chains that smell good. (hey! i dance with you on thursdays too!)
boys named "crow" are weird. ("hi crow. i'm eagle.")
it is entirely possible that an animal won't like me. this cat scratch really hurts.
i can still listen to the moonbabies with no ill will or regrets.
i'm a loud happy social drunk.
i spend too much money at bars. drinks are on me. and in me.
i smoke like its my second full time job when i do shots. and repeatedly loose my cherry.
sleeping for 14 hours is fun.
...i'm sure there is more. but that's all i have the energy for right now.
my best friend from elementary school & middle school called me at 9 something this morning. i haven't talked to her in a good five years or so, and haven't seen her in about 10. wow. that long... this is how the convo went:
me: "...he...llo?"
stephanie: "michelle?"
me: "mmm... yeah?"
stephanie: "you don't know who this is do you?"
me: "...no?"
stephanie: "its STE-PHA-NIE." (ouch. quiet down a bit would you?)
me: "... ... ... ... richardson?"
stephanie: "you don't even SOUND like you. you sound so young. and where's your southern accent?"
me: "i think its cuz i'm sleeping. and possibly still drunk."
stephanie: "girl i woke up & had three bloody marys. i'm just getting started."
me: "*half laugh* you're probably feeling pretty chatty then, huh? i'm so glad you called. i've only been asleep for a couple of hours. can you call me back later? i'll be home all day."
stephanie: goes on for another five minutes.
i feel badly for not talking to her, although i have no idea what we would possibly have in common anymore to talk about. she married off right out of highschool (i was a bridesmaid as always) & had kids. thats one of the reasons we quit talking - every time we'd get on the phone she'd pause every two minutes to yell at one of the boys... she called back two different times but i didn't answer the phone because i was still sleeping. ...i'll call her tomorrow.
i've only been up for about an hour & a half. i am supposed to go apartment hunting with kimmie & her mom tomorrow. i hope i can sleep tonight. right now i'm really wishing i had someone to go see lowcloudcover at the alibi with. dammit.
you there, with the hard on!
brandan has a soft head - much like inger's feet.
speaking of feet, rebecca & i have the same size. and possibly a propensity towards the same men?
lisa is a good kisser. i haven't tried it, but i've witnessed it.
my sober driving scare's v.
kimmie feels good lying on my boobs.
jason saved my life. (the marlboro's got me home in one piece. basically.)
ayse has a pleasant soothing accent, and was the only other person rocking red heels besides me.
roger is an interesting treat.
dancing to industrial with boa's & cute tiny lesbians is fun. also fun w/ cute tiny boys in make-up w/ shiny zippered shorts & neck chains that smell good. (hey! i dance with you on thursdays too!)
boys named "crow" are weird. ("hi crow. i'm eagle.")
it is entirely possible that an animal won't like me. this cat scratch really hurts.
i can still listen to the moonbabies with no ill will or regrets.
i'm a loud happy social drunk.
i spend too much money at bars. drinks are on me. and in me.
i smoke like its my second full time job when i do shots. and repeatedly loose my cherry.
sleeping for 14 hours is fun.
...i'm sure there is more. but that's all i have the energy for right now.
my best friend from elementary school & middle school called me at 9 something this morning. i haven't talked to her in a good five years or so, and haven't seen her in about 10. wow. that long... this is how the convo went:
me: "...he...llo?"
stephanie: "michelle?"
me: "mmm... yeah?"
stephanie: "you don't know who this is do you?"
me: "...no?"
stephanie: "its STE-PHA-NIE." (ouch. quiet down a bit would you?)
me: "... ... ... ... richardson?"
stephanie: "you don't even SOUND like you. you sound so young. and where's your southern accent?"
me: "i think its cuz i'm sleeping. and possibly still drunk."
stephanie: "girl i woke up & had three bloody marys. i'm just getting started."
me: "*half laugh* you're probably feeling pretty chatty then, huh? i'm so glad you called. i've only been asleep for a couple of hours. can you call me back later? i'll be home all day."
stephanie: goes on for another five minutes.
i feel badly for not talking to her, although i have no idea what we would possibly have in common anymore to talk about. she married off right out of highschool (i was a bridesmaid as always) & had kids. thats one of the reasons we quit talking - every time we'd get on the phone she'd pause every two minutes to yell at one of the boys... she called back two different times but i didn't answer the phone because i was still sleeping. ...i'll call her tomorrow.
i've only been up for about an hour & a half. i am supposed to go apartment hunting with kimmie & her mom tomorrow. i hope i can sleep tonight. right now i'm really wishing i had someone to go see lowcloudcover at the alibi with. dammit.
you there, with the hard on!