... mirrors make me flinch...
I am quickly coming to the realization that I do not enjoy going to bars. Sure its nice to go out dancing with friends once in a while on the weekends, but this is getting to be a little over the top for me. Every single night this week Liz has wheedled and pleaded with me to get me to go out. The first night she dragged me to a strip club.... at least they played decent music, though I have been coughing up my lungs since that day due to the toxic atmosphere and someone drunkunly blowing cigarette smoke in my face all night *glare* not to mention that I HAVE NEVER WANTED, DO NOT CURRENTLY WANT, and most likely WILL NEVER WANT a lapdance from a stripper. or from liz. or realy from anyone for that matter. Aparently I still have a personal bubble of space into which I do not enjoy unwelcome physical contact.
The next most important factor influencing my dislike of this week of debauchery which is being forced apoin me is that I DO NOT DRINK ALCAHOL of any form any longer. I quit it back in december. That means I get to be the Designated Driver whether I like it or not. I have no choice, aparently no one else is able to control their need to imbibe liquor and alter their state of reality.
My ribs actualy still hurt and are getting worse from the cigarette induced smoking.
I do not enjoy babysitting drunk women who are "getting it on" with random sleezy men at bars
I guess I have no choice but to go, she is my best friend. she is pulling the "breakup card" and i'm a bleeding heart. At what point though, does it stop being my best friendly duty to watch her get drunk at bars and strip clubs and do things that I dont realy approve of in places where I dont feel comfortable.
I dont like being inebriated in public, nor do I want to watch other people who are. I dont feel safe in downtown orlando, especialy when I am the only sober person in a group of 3 girls.
not to mention that I washed my hair last night after dying it and now its half brown (at the bottom) and bright red (on the top) my mom set up an appt with her stylist for me next week and I would just like to avoid public as much as possible till after my hair is fixed, and maby until my lungs and ribs stop aching like im going to keel over if I breathe in too deeply...
what to do?
oh yea, I had class this morning, so I fell asleep at like 3am last night and woke up at 7:30 this morning, walked the dogs ect ect ect, then spent a few hours studying microeconomics which makes my brain hurt...
The next most important factor influencing my dislike of this week of debauchery which is being forced apoin me is that I DO NOT DRINK ALCAHOL of any form any longer. I quit it back in december. That means I get to be the Designated Driver whether I like it or not. I have no choice, aparently no one else is able to control their need to imbibe liquor and alter their state of reality.
My ribs actualy still hurt and are getting worse from the cigarette induced smoking.
I do not enjoy babysitting drunk women who are "getting it on" with random sleezy men at bars
I guess I have no choice but to go, she is my best friend. she is pulling the "breakup card" and i'm a bleeding heart. At what point though, does it stop being my best friendly duty to watch her get drunk at bars and strip clubs and do things that I dont realy approve of in places where I dont feel comfortable.
I dont like being inebriated in public, nor do I want to watch other people who are. I dont feel safe in downtown orlando, especialy when I am the only sober person in a group of 3 girls.
not to mention that I washed my hair last night after dying it and now its half brown (at the bottom) and bright red (on the top) my mom set up an appt with her stylist for me next week and I would just like to avoid public as much as possible till after my hair is fixed, and maby until my lungs and ribs stop aching like im going to keel over if I breathe in too deeply...
what to do?
oh yea, I had class this morning, so I fell asleep at like 3am last night and woke up at 7:30 this morning, walked the dogs ect ect ect, then spent a few hours studying microeconomics which makes my brain hurt...