I hate people
I don't hate the people I hung out with all weekend. By and large, they were awesome. I got completely blotto Friday night trying to keep up with my former coworker, who insisted we do one round of dirty martinis and is it any surprise that I then threw up all over my room? Saturday was spent cleaning, recovering, and baking, that last round being done with my new coworkers at my boss' rather awesome apartment. Sunday, I went to two parties, a cookie-decorating one at Ms. Beans' place, which was fun. (I made superhero gingerbread men/women. Not as well as jethrien made them, but I tried!) Then it was off to Queens to kent_allard_jr 's frankly AMAZING place for some Christmas-themed hanging out, which included some communist Christmas cartoons but not the new Thor trailer (which I was too afraid to watch with company, lest I burst out crying 'cause I'm gonna see it anyway, even if it sucks).
I loved hanging out with all the people I hung out with on those days. It was the bus ride home from Queens I could have done without. The M60 was nightmarishly crowded, and I was desperately trying to keep cookies from being smooshed any further. At one point, two obese guys got on and started to push through to the back. They squeezed in the chatty guy (who had, apparently, been flirting with me, according to my roommates, not that I ever know these things), then when they got to me started to laugh about how they couldn't "grind up" against me as easily, lest...I don't know. The vague "Ooh, better not bump her too hard or she'll get offended" threat was made.
And then one of the purposefully thrust his crotch out to push it up against my ass before actually pushing by (and grinding one of my pelvic bones into the metal support in the process). I felt so grossed out and I ended up getting slightly injured. God, I fucking hate people. That shit is NOT. COOL.
I loved hanging out with all the people I hung out with on those days. It was the bus ride home from Queens I could have done without. The M60 was nightmarishly crowded, and I was desperately trying to keep cookies from being smooshed any further. At one point, two obese guys got on and started to push through to the back. They squeezed in the chatty guy (who had, apparently, been flirting with me, according to my roommates, not that I ever know these things), then when they got to me started to laugh about how they couldn't "grind up" against me as easily, lest...I don't know. The vague "Ooh, better not bump her too hard or she'll get offended" threat was made.
And then one of the purposefully thrust his crotch out to push it up against my ass before actually pushing by (and grinding one of my pelvic bones into the metal support in the process). I felt so grossed out and I ended up getting slightly injured. God, I fucking hate people. That shit is NOT. COOL.