...so...tired...must...keep...eyes...open...
I'm not gonna make it. I must sleep. I've been here for less than an hour and I feel a little like I'm gonna die if I don't get out of here soon.
Last night, well, the whole day, was pretty interesting...lots of things happened. It all started with Kristen dropping me off at my car in the morning. We spent the night at The Syphilis Pirate's and watched a lot of Family Guy and Robot Chicken...good times. Anyway, I left my windows down (cuz I'm a dummy) and was happy that all my stuff was still there. I went to see Dr. C., the guy that Dr. L. referred me to and then to my parent's house for a little while. I then went to Dr. L. Then I finally went to Josh's (which I've been looking forward to for days). We went to the little park/stream/bridge area and it was really nice. Some firefighters showed up to fill up with water...I don't feel like writing anymore. Itemized list.
Cool firefighter stuff...we made fun of them for awhile
Drank a fifth of vodka with Josh
Kristen showed up and then disappeared pretty quick
Dropped my car off at the Tiki Dungeon so that Kristen could drive us to the bar
Jam Bone was just closing up shop, hung out in the parking lot and chatted for some time
A cop "from my past" shows up and comments on how it's funny to see me with
my clothes on (said cop had previously busted me in a rather compromising position in said parking lot)
Cop pulls me aside after about half an hour of me drunkenly harassing and threatening him to ask for my phone number and says, "You're a hoot (and yes, he really did say "hoot"). What kind of beer do you drink?" I was like, "What? Can't you smell the vodka on my breath? I don't drink beer." Which I didn't really say, because I was quite taken aback, to say the least. I told him I was a liquor type of lady and gave him my number (because I was VERY taken aback). I am now weighing the pros and cons of dating a middle aged cop.
The bar is hopping for a Thursday night and we drink merrily. I keep staring at this kid (one of those I-KNOW-I-know-him-for-somewhere's)and finally go talk to him. His friend pulls up a chair for me and is like, "Why don't you get his number and talk about how you know each other that way?" and runs to grab one of those yucky little cards specifically designed for situations like these. Then Familiar Boy (whose name ends up being Keith...but I was pretty sure it started with a 'B') figures out how we know each other...he says, "Yeah, we met at a bonfire," and instantly, I know who he is. I asked, "Um, we made out at _____'s house, didn't we?" and he says yes, pleased with himself for solving the mystery. His buddy returns all hyped up about this match (funny how when certain gay people only have one or two close straight friends they try hooking them up with ANY other straight person) and I gave him my number (I don't know why I do this to myself) and we make plans to hang out tonight at 8:00 (again...I don't know why I do this to myself). I have absolutely no intention of even answering the phone when he calls me, let alone hang out with him. Besides, I have plans with Josh again. Ooh, I like him.
We leave the bar and get some fantastic tasting Crunch Wrap Supreme action (Kristen's first time) and hop along the back roads listening to The Cure.
Got home and actually got to see April in the flesh (it's been days and days).
And I guess that was it.
Oh, yeah.
Sarah say: "Sad. Want happy."
Doctor say: "Prozac. Xanax. Happy."
Confuscious say: "Eat pills. Hoe bag."
Last night, well, the whole day, was pretty interesting...lots of things happened. It all started with Kristen dropping me off at my car in the morning. We spent the night at The Syphilis Pirate's and watched a lot of Family Guy and Robot Chicken...good times. Anyway, I left my windows down (cuz I'm a dummy) and was happy that all my stuff was still there. I went to see Dr. C., the guy that Dr. L. referred me to and then to my parent's house for a little while. I then went to Dr. L. Then I finally went to Josh's (which I've been looking forward to for days). We went to the little park/stream/bridge area and it was really nice. Some firefighters showed up to fill up with water...I don't feel like writing anymore. Itemized list.
Cool firefighter stuff...we made fun of them for awhile
Drank a fifth of vodka with Josh
Kristen showed up and then disappeared pretty quick
Dropped my car off at the Tiki Dungeon so that Kristen could drive us to the bar
Jam Bone was just closing up shop, hung out in the parking lot and chatted for some time
A cop "from my past" shows up and comments on how it's funny to see me with
my clothes on (said cop had previously busted me in a rather compromising position in said parking lot)
Cop pulls me aside after about half an hour of me drunkenly harassing and threatening him to ask for my phone number and says, "You're a hoot (and yes, he really did say "hoot"). What kind of beer do you drink?" I was like, "What? Can't you smell the vodka on my breath? I don't drink beer." Which I didn't really say, because I was quite taken aback, to say the least. I told him I was a liquor type of lady and gave him my number (because I was VERY taken aback). I am now weighing the pros and cons of dating a middle aged cop.
The bar is hopping for a Thursday night and we drink merrily. I keep staring at this kid (one of those I-KNOW-I-know-him-for-somewhere's)and finally go talk to him. His friend pulls up a chair for me and is like, "Why don't you get his number and talk about how you know each other that way?" and runs to grab one of those yucky little cards specifically designed for situations like these. Then Familiar Boy (whose name ends up being Keith...but I was pretty sure it started with a 'B') figures out how we know each other...he says, "Yeah, we met at a bonfire," and instantly, I know who he is. I asked, "Um, we made out at _____'s house, didn't we?" and he says yes, pleased with himself for solving the mystery. His buddy returns all hyped up about this match (funny how when certain gay people only have one or two close straight friends they try hooking them up with ANY other straight person) and I gave him my number (I don't know why I do this to myself) and we make plans to hang out tonight at 8:00 (again...I don't know why I do this to myself). I have absolutely no intention of even answering the phone when he calls me, let alone hang out with him. Besides, I have plans with Josh again. Ooh, I like him.
We leave the bar and get some fantastic tasting Crunch Wrap Supreme action (Kristen's first time) and hop along the back roads listening to The Cure.
Got home and actually got to see April in the flesh (it's been days and days).
And I guess that was it.
Oh, yeah.
Sarah say: "Sad. Want happy."
Doctor say: "Prozac. Xanax. Happy."
Confuscious say: "Eat pills. Hoe bag."