Shit-faced on a plate?
I find myself writing in here again, even though i know that i don't really have to. But i dont have anywhere else to write what i am currently feeling.
Last night, was Loni's party. I had hoped that someone-who-shall-remain-nameless was going to go... but too bad they had shit to do. The night was already filled with estatic-ness and hyped up to receive the noise, and the large mounts of confetti. I sat on the couch, because of course like every party theres like a time where everyone is just sitting down until one brave soul will start to a) dance, b)drink crazily and do something to start it up. Of course, i helped Loni out and became the A option. Which i never minded since i'm used to it cause of my family's house parties. We hit the night off with that, and Loni lures me to the kitchen, where he was going to take his first shot of the night toasting to him and surprisingly in honor of my birthday which had recently passed. Lick, shot, suck. First shot. (which reminds me i want those pictures)
I ran over to the living room, Loni dragging me along because the music had brought up a jam that had him pumped. Of course, dancing with a gay guy is cool cause to be honest there isnt any boundries to worry about, it can be silly without making it seem wrong. Seriously i want all those damned pictures... too bad i didnt take any. i shouldve, i mean i had the camera and everything im a total douche.
Alright, at all this i was lonely because a certain ex-boyfriend of mine didnt want to stay and decided to leave me there. So i was pissed because not only was i alone, he wasnt even going to take me home after he even told Loni that he was coming back. Fuck 'im. I'm tired of that fucking bullshit from him. To think that i was in love with such an ass. And that i was with him for 3 years. The thought makes me a little sick to the stomach, cause it feels like i wasted 3 years. The sad part: i can't cry. i cannot bring myself to cry, i even forced myself. But, nothing. yeah sounds weird to MAKE myself cry, but i just couldn't cry. i cried about how pissed i am at him because i was just reallllly angry that tears formed around my eyes, so technically i was crying.
i decided to go home early, because really, everyone was going to get shit-faced and i wasnt. I couldnt and i can't. Couldn't cause I work the next morning, and can't cause of my kidneys, so either way i wasn't going to stick around for too long, but i did stick around long enough for Loni's moment of uh,,,love, and i saw a sexy kiss between him and his boyfriend.
So, last night was awesome anyway, I danced although i had no dance partner so i can at least practice/show off my new learned skill of bachata. lol Which was kind of a bummer, cause i really wanted to see if i remembered how to dance that... its a bit complicated cause i cant look at my feet while i dance, its just, letting the music take you while still following the format of the steps.
So work is calling me to work 3 measly hours. Ugh.
-Mel
Last night, was Loni's party. I had hoped that someone-who-shall-remain-nameless was going to go... but too bad they had shit to do. The night was already filled with estatic-ness and hyped up to receive the noise, and the large mounts of confetti. I sat on the couch, because of course like every party theres like a time where everyone is just sitting down until one brave soul will start to a) dance, b)drink crazily and do something to start it up. Of course, i helped Loni out and became the A option. Which i never minded since i'm used to it cause of my family's house parties. We hit the night off with that, and Loni lures me to the kitchen, where he was going to take his first shot of the night toasting to him and surprisingly in honor of my birthday which had recently passed. Lick, shot, suck. First shot. (which reminds me i want those pictures)
I ran over to the living room, Loni dragging me along because the music had brought up a jam that had him pumped. Of course, dancing with a gay guy is cool cause to be honest there isnt any boundries to worry about, it can be silly without making it seem wrong. Seriously i want all those damned pictures... too bad i didnt take any. i shouldve, i mean i had the camera and everything im a total douche.
Alright, at all this i was lonely because a certain ex-boyfriend of mine didnt want to stay and decided to leave me there. So i was pissed because not only was i alone, he wasnt even going to take me home after he even told Loni that he was coming back. Fuck 'im. I'm tired of that fucking bullshit from him. To think that i was in love with such an ass. And that i was with him for 3 years. The thought makes me a little sick to the stomach, cause it feels like i wasted 3 years. The sad part: i can't cry. i cannot bring myself to cry, i even forced myself. But, nothing. yeah sounds weird to MAKE myself cry, but i just couldn't cry. i cried about how pissed i am at him because i was just reallllly angry that tears formed around my eyes, so technically i was crying.
i decided to go home early, because really, everyone was going to get shit-faced and i wasnt. I couldnt and i can't. Couldn't cause I work the next morning, and can't cause of my kidneys, so either way i wasn't going to stick around for too long, but i did stick around long enough for Loni's moment of uh,,,love, and i saw a sexy kiss between him and his boyfriend.
So, last night was awesome anyway, I danced although i had no dance partner so i can at least practice/show off my new learned skill of bachata. lol Which was kind of a bummer, cause i really wanted to see if i remembered how to dance that... its a bit complicated cause i cant look at my feet while i dance, its just, letting the music take you while still following the format of the steps.
So work is calling me to work 3 measly hours. Ugh.
-Mel