Hickeys and Hangovers
Feels like it's been a few days since I last updated...
This week has been nothing but softball. Two practices, three games, and two additional practices (the young girl's team I'm helping). Like, I love softball, but I'm getting so tired of it! Today Alldredge got mad at me because I forgot to check in. I mean, I have never checked in for someone before, unless you count during the tournament. I'm not used to coming into a game! I always start, so it's really new to me. But I'm happy that Nabi got a start and played the whole game. Very happy!
Kyle would not leave me and Megan alone about our lack of coffee this morning. I mean, hello! Get over it. But it is kind of funny. If I don't have coffee in the morning I feel like I have a horrible hangover. And I don't usually have bad hangovers! I just throw up a lot. I think I'm pretty lucky because I don't get a headache really and my eyes aren't red. I just fucking throw up a hell of a lot. But throwing up isn't bad. I've had food poisoning, so if I could live through that, I can live through a bad hangover.
I was just watching Meet the Barkers or whatever it's called and they woke up from a big night of drinking. I agree that the last thing you want to do is drink some more, because some people think that's a remedy for a hangover. That's total bullshit. Coffee, a hot shower and lots of Tylenol is the key. Duh. I don't think anyone knows that I even drink during the week because coffee masks it. That's another good thing about coffee!
Saturday me and Megan are going to babysit for this guy who buys Megan alcohol. I'm thinking this will be fun. I mean, I have nooo problem drinking from 10 A.M. to 2 P.M. Doesn't matter what time!
At Piccadilly's today, Megan noticed that I have a hickey. I didn't know that, which means hella people probably saw it. That's just perfect. She assumes it's Mark, but I'm not entirely sure it was. I was giving this cute guy a lap dance, and he started kissing my neck. So that could have been him. Then after I took a shower like an hour ago, I noticed a hickey on my inner right thigh. That doesn't sound too good, huh? I don't know who put it there or what happened afterwards, and I'm not particularly interested in finding out.
Ooh, in the bathroom there's this little thing written on the door that says, "Angela Thurman is an alkie." Underneath it says something like, "I didn't know that." Or something along those lines. How the fuck does that person know? And I wonder who it is!!
Do you think that if you kiss a guy even if he tells you he has a girlfriend, but he succumbs to it, that it's okay? Because some people think that's slutty, but I disagree. It's just kissing, after all.
I wonder what I'm going to wear tomorrow...
Mark told me last night that he wants me to go out again tonight. I'm thinking that sounds like fun. Only this time, no hickeys! Or at least, I'll know who did it.
Some fucking bitch flipped me off today when I was pulling onto Mercy to pick up Katrina. For no reason, too...
I'm going to get my nails done Saturday. My natural ones are not growing well this year. They never do in rainy or sucky weather, and this winter doesn't seem to go away.
Sunday at 10:30 I have a hitting lesson. I think I'll ask Megan to come watch and to talk with Mark so she can maybe start going to him, too.
Well, I'm going to go. I need to pick out what I'm wearing tonight and for tomorrow.
Love,
Angie
"But my lips hurt real bad!" Napoleon, Napoleon Dynamite
This week has been nothing but softball. Two practices, three games, and two additional practices (the young girl's team I'm helping). Like, I love softball, but I'm getting so tired of it! Today Alldredge got mad at me because I forgot to check in. I mean, I have never checked in for someone before, unless you count during the tournament. I'm not used to coming into a game! I always start, so it's really new to me. But I'm happy that Nabi got a start and played the whole game. Very happy!
Kyle would not leave me and Megan alone about our lack of coffee this morning. I mean, hello! Get over it. But it is kind of funny. If I don't have coffee in the morning I feel like I have a horrible hangover. And I don't usually have bad hangovers! I just throw up a lot. I think I'm pretty lucky because I don't get a headache really and my eyes aren't red. I just fucking throw up a hell of a lot. But throwing up isn't bad. I've had food poisoning, so if I could live through that, I can live through a bad hangover.
I was just watching Meet the Barkers or whatever it's called and they woke up from a big night of drinking. I agree that the last thing you want to do is drink some more, because some people think that's a remedy for a hangover. That's total bullshit. Coffee, a hot shower and lots of Tylenol is the key. Duh. I don't think anyone knows that I even drink during the week because coffee masks it. That's another good thing about coffee!
Saturday me and Megan are going to babysit for this guy who buys Megan alcohol. I'm thinking this will be fun. I mean, I have nooo problem drinking from 10 A.M. to 2 P.M. Doesn't matter what time!
At Piccadilly's today, Megan noticed that I have a hickey. I didn't know that, which means hella people probably saw it. That's just perfect. She assumes it's Mark, but I'm not entirely sure it was. I was giving this cute guy a lap dance, and he started kissing my neck. So that could have been him. Then after I took a shower like an hour ago, I noticed a hickey on my inner right thigh. That doesn't sound too good, huh? I don't know who put it there or what happened afterwards, and I'm not particularly interested in finding out.
Ooh, in the bathroom there's this little thing written on the door that says, "Angela Thurman is an alkie." Underneath it says something like, "I didn't know that." Or something along those lines. How the fuck does that person know? And I wonder who it is!!
Do you think that if you kiss a guy even if he tells you he has a girlfriend, but he succumbs to it, that it's okay? Because some people think that's slutty, but I disagree. It's just kissing, after all.
I wonder what I'm going to wear tomorrow...
Mark told me last night that he wants me to go out again tonight. I'm thinking that sounds like fun. Only this time, no hickeys! Or at least, I'll know who did it.
Some fucking bitch flipped me off today when I was pulling onto Mercy to pick up Katrina. For no reason, too...
I'm going to get my nails done Saturday. My natural ones are not growing well this year. They never do in rainy or sucky weather, and this winter doesn't seem to go away.
Sunday at 10:30 I have a hitting lesson. I think I'll ask Megan to come watch and to talk with Mark so she can maybe start going to him, too.
Well, I'm going to go. I need to pick out what I'm wearing tonight and for tomorrow.
Love,
Angie
"But my lips hurt real bad!" Napoleon, Napoleon Dynamite