remembering, forgetting, and the fuzz inbetween
the kitten died two days ago. i am pretty sure he was sick when he was born and thats why his mom abandoned him. i was sad anyway. i have also come to the conclusion that there are three things i should never have that i always (somehow) end up with: animals, plants, and clingy boyfriends. i only end up hurting them somehow.
we drank to sams memory. why is it that when im trying to remember, i always end up drinking? maybe because im trying to forget, in the most reverent way i can think of.
in any case, i was fucking blasted. i didnt drink one whole drink by myself, but quarters and thirds of everyone elses drinks (because we went to the bar that cards when you order but doesnt notice when underage-ians like myself drink from other peoples glasses). when we toasted to sam (and tyler, to sam being dead because he hated his incessant meowing), i toasted with water but then drank from brandons cup (a gin and tonic that he didnt really like but i drunkenly requested).
when i woke up the next morning, i was hung-over beyond belief. i slept until eleven, when my shift started at eleven thirty. when i finally got my ass out of bed and sauntered downstairs i found my roommmate, stacie, in one of our lounge chairs, sobbing. she went to a friends house after the bar the night before and (dont hate me for saying this) pulled an emily. she stood up on her foot wrong and fractured a couple of bones. then, being drunk when this happened, she freaked out and ended up, somehow, twisting her ankle.
i felt so bad, but could hardly help my lips curling up into a smile. i made her a peanutbutterandjelly sandwich before i ran to work.
i told her she shouldnt let me mother her too much. i might end up killing her on accident, like the cat or the millions of plants i promise myself i will take care of.
i work opening shifts this week, meaning i get off at 3:30 (mountain time). my time will be spent at the pool for a few hours each day after work, reading and sunbathing.
we drank to sams memory. why is it that when im trying to remember, i always end up drinking? maybe because im trying to forget, in the most reverent way i can think of.
in any case, i was fucking blasted. i didnt drink one whole drink by myself, but quarters and thirds of everyone elses drinks (because we went to the bar that cards when you order but doesnt notice when underage-ians like myself drink from other peoples glasses). when we toasted to sam (and tyler, to sam being dead because he hated his incessant meowing), i toasted with water but then drank from brandons cup (a gin and tonic that he didnt really like but i drunkenly requested).
when i woke up the next morning, i was hung-over beyond belief. i slept until eleven, when my shift started at eleven thirty. when i finally got my ass out of bed and sauntered downstairs i found my roommmate, stacie, in one of our lounge chairs, sobbing. she went to a friends house after the bar the night before and (dont hate me for saying this) pulled an emily. she stood up on her foot wrong and fractured a couple of bones. then, being drunk when this happened, she freaked out and ended up, somehow, twisting her ankle.
i felt so bad, but could hardly help my lips curling up into a smile. i made her a peanutbutterandjelly sandwich before i ran to work.
i told her she shouldnt let me mother her too much. i might end up killing her on accident, like the cat or the millions of plants i promise myself i will take care of.
i work opening shifts this week, meaning i get off at 3:30 (mountain time). my time will be spent at the pool for a few hours each day after work, reading and sunbathing.