Well since my last post alot has happened so I'll just give you the abridged version:
I discovered that WISHIAH is an emotional black hole (she she sucks all the attention out of all the guys she meets and returns none, after she has peeked your interests that is).
I got fired from my job (don't asked me why I don't really have the answer to that one).
I must have done something to piss them off 'cause Wal-mart kept dicking me around withholding my R.O.E. and paychecks and shit like that.
I spent a week in a suburb of Tucson, AZ where no lie like 99% of the people there are retirees, this place even had it's own golf cart lanes on the roads.
I bought a cowbow hat in Tombstone, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to bring myself to wearing it outside of the house (it's soooo American ;p).
For my Birthday we stayed in watched T.V. then just before bed my mom and I walked to Safeway and got a store bought cake. We then returned where my mom then precede to tell her aunt (whom we were visiting that it was my bday then we ate cake then we went to sleep.
On my way back I was stuck in Pheonix for three hours 'cause my plane to Seattle was delayed. But in the end it wasn't so bad because I met this really hot girl whom kept me company, we chatted about just about everything and had a great time doing so, she asked me for my phone number, and we went our separate. The catch? She's a republican... Oh and she lives in California, which could also be a problem.
There's nothing more depressing then getting home after a week long holiday to find that there are no messages on your answering machine, 'cept maybe coming home to after a week long holiday to find that there are no messages on your machine and your birthday was two days the previous.
The day after my return I finished sowing my costume had half a glass of cognac and then I was off to
Dulcet_Discord's halloween party ariving at about 9:30pm or so I then started the evening with a double saketini (one ounce of sake & four ounces of vodka) on the rocks, followed a double maritni (one ounce dry vermouth & four ounces of gin) on the rocks of course, but oh boy was that martini gross, everybody agreed so much so that (sorry I never got your name) stole my drink and was going to poor it done the sink in discust but then her brother in law Chris saved the day and turned my drink into something that was really good (something along the lines of a crantini) but what besides cranberry juice he put in there I don't know but I went from one full glass to two and it was so good in fact that I downed them both back in no time flat. Which was followed by me puking seven times (three time in a row in the drive way then another four in a row on the street), being walked down the street by Traci (who baby sat me, thanks I love you your the greatest) and Ryan (who I'm told cleaned up my puke in the drive way, thanks for that by the way) being given bottle of water after bottle of water and being force fed dry toast. All of which happened in a two to three hour period. Then I passed out in the bathroom (just in case I needed it) until
Saeok kick me out I guess because he didn't feel comforatable taking care of business with me on the floor (altough there was someone else before him who didn't mind so much). Then I passed out just outside the bathroom door, then after
Saeok was done he then babysat me in the hallway. Then sometime latter I got up went into the living room and passed out on the sofa (so then that way I was in the room that everybody else was in so nobody else had to spend there night sitting beside the passed out drunk kid). The next thing I know (besides coming in and out of consciousness to add to peoples conversations) it's six o'clock in the morning and the hosts deside it's time for me to go home (since I'm the only one left) and they procede to drive me home, where I stumble up to my door (still drunk) and fall asleep on my couch 'till noon later that day (today).
I went out and bought a bunch of candies for the trick or treaters, but alas I ended up spending a nother night alone donig nothing except for that brief moment when I got A (as in one) trick or treater to my door.
And now I think I'll spend the next hour best way I know how, with a bubble bath (candle lit of course) whlie listening to Michel Bubble and sipping glass of Dr. Pepper (usually I'd say a good Gewurztraminer, but I think I've had enough alcohol for 2004).
ahhh bath time, -Christian-
P.S. Thanks to all who took care of me last night and sorry you had tospend your night babysitting a drunk insted of having fun yourselves. Especially Traci who kept giving me water (then repeatedly taking it away 'cause I was drinking it too fast), kept feeding me dry toast while I repeatedly told her that toast was no good without butter or PB&J, and repeatedly informing me that I was wrong when I'd tell her about how much I hate my life.
P.P.S. My head still hurts ;p