thats not really my skull

Jan 06, 2004 20:02

i've been reluctant to write anything in this since i opened the account. not sure why. maybe because it's a little bit lame. maybe because i can't actually write anything i'm truly feeling or thinking. what would my friends think when they read it? incidentally, this will be my first official entry.

it's great having bernie back in town. good to see my old friend again. stephanie has never seen snow in her life. she made a snow angel in the front yard after '80's night. it was beautiful. jenny and i gave each other white washes.

i was supposed to practice with astaire again tonight, but we called it off due to the damn blizzard which i'm going to have to drive home in shortly. i was nervously looking forward to it. it's hard playing with new people.

i bought sarah a new measuring cup last night to replace the one i apparently lost in a drunken stupor new years eve. a nice glass one with a retarded looking stuffed animal to go with it. it's actually a dog toy complete with a squeaking tummy. i gave it to her at mulligans last night. i didn't want to go to the bar at all. i've gotten drunk i don't know how many days in a row now, but alas, i found myself there once again. only drank one long island though. incidentally, she liked her new measuring cup.

everything has changed so quickly. everyone's going back to school, we just got a shit ton of snow dumped on us, roommate leaves for a month, old friend moves in, while a newer good friend moves away. i miss you already.

everything seems to be okay for now though. i've been feeling good since that damn panic attack at the bar last week. thankfully a certain someone was there to help me through it. anyway, a new year with no resolutions to nig on.

so i have a bet going. if i can quit smoking until friday morning, a mysterious someone will be wearing "dogg mask" to the next '80's night. and well, if i loose, you'll know who is in that mask i suppose.

my car is probably warmed up by now. hopefully i live to visit my electronic journal of love again.
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