Drinking, Fuck Ups, and Movies
I have absolutely no idea why I'm still awake, because I've been fucking wiped all day. Of course... that would be the whole "my body enjoys punishing me for drinking" thing I have going on. Meh. Went over to Mel's last night with Paul, drank, goofed around, and generally had a good time. Found out a couple of things about Paul's sex life that I didn't need to know though... like he doesn't like being on top. *I so need to disinfect my brain now that I've pulled that tidbit back up* Left my cell phone there because I'm a gene-ass, but both Mel and I had to work tonight, so she just brought it with her :)
I'm a complete asshole, by the way. Yesterday, Kelly woke me up telling me that I had a phone call. WTF? And before she gave me the phone, she was like "It's 3:00" (as in, the time I was supposed to be at work)... so I'm going, FUCK. I answer the phone and it's Paul, who just said "Do I even need to say anything?" "No." And before I got off the phone with him, I thought, wait a minute... if it's 3:00, why is he calling me? So I looked at the clock at it wasn't three, it was FOUR. Yeah. By the time I got showered, dressed, and at work, it was 4:30. Grrrr. I managed to be an hour and a half late for work because my fucking alarm clock decided to not go off... fucking thing. I felt like a real asshole the rest of the night, let me tell you.
Kelly and Stef went to go see Brokeback Mountain tonight. I'm so pissed... I so wanted to see that! And Kelly knew it! Brat... they both said it was amazing, though, and I generally trust Stef's taste in movies. So that makes me feel better about that. I'm probably not even going to bother renting it, I'll just buy it. Worst case scenario I can always give it to Marc or something. The only upside is that when Stef brought Kelly home, I ended up going with Stef to her house, which is where I am now. No mom is always a good thing. :)
I really should go to bed, because I actually am tired. And this entry probably makes no sense whatsoever (and I can't seem to type correctly all of a sudden and it's pissing me off). Later!
Great convo from yesterday... Paul, Mel, and I were talking about minorities and how Paul was one.
"What, because you're Italian?" ~Mel (he he... no, because he's QUEER, sweetheart!)
"Roots, Mel, roots!" ~Me (My little way of reminding her that she's being a stereotypical blonde again. Shortened from what I used to say originally, which was "Your roots are showing!")
I'm a complete asshole, by the way. Yesterday, Kelly woke me up telling me that I had a phone call. WTF? And before she gave me the phone, she was like "It's 3:00" (as in, the time I was supposed to be at work)... so I'm going, FUCK. I answer the phone and it's Paul, who just said "Do I even need to say anything?" "No." And before I got off the phone with him, I thought, wait a minute... if it's 3:00, why is he calling me? So I looked at the clock at it wasn't three, it was FOUR. Yeah. By the time I got showered, dressed, and at work, it was 4:30. Grrrr. I managed to be an hour and a half late for work because my fucking alarm clock decided to not go off... fucking thing. I felt like a real asshole the rest of the night, let me tell you.
Kelly and Stef went to go see Brokeback Mountain tonight. I'm so pissed... I so wanted to see that! And Kelly knew it! Brat... they both said it was amazing, though, and I generally trust Stef's taste in movies. So that makes me feel better about that. I'm probably not even going to bother renting it, I'll just buy it. Worst case scenario I can always give it to Marc or something. The only upside is that when Stef brought Kelly home, I ended up going with Stef to her house, which is where I am now. No mom is always a good thing. :)
I really should go to bed, because I actually am tired. And this entry probably makes no sense whatsoever (and I can't seem to type correctly all of a sudden and it's pissing me off). Later!
Great convo from yesterday... Paul, Mel, and I were talking about minorities and how Paul was one.
"What, because you're Italian?" ~Mel (he he... no, because he's QUEER, sweetheart!)
"Roots, Mel, roots!" ~Me (My little way of reminding her that she's being a stereotypical blonde again. Shortened from what I used to say originally, which was "Your roots are showing!")