Dude is so grounded.....
Well, at least I can say with all confidence that I never scared my mother by skipping school and heading out for a war torn counrty. Or did I........
"Sure Jesus could restore my physical and spiritual virginity, especially if I lost it to some rapist, but who wants that? I'm saving myself for marriage, and I'll use force if necessary." -Hilary Faye
I am bitterly disappointed because I wanted to go to the Cross Canadian Ragweed concert tonight but the damn thing is sold out. Shut up, I’m allowed to like country music, I do live in Texas after all.
My mother was admitted into ICU for a week with what was called a ‘cardiac event’ that turned in to ‘you have lung cancer’ that turned in to ‘we don’t know what the hell is wrong with you.’ She is now home ‘resting’ (doing restful things like cleaning out the garage and picking up the leaves.) She feels ok for the most part.
The Suit and I attempted to ‘just be friends’ and he then proceeded asked me for sex. We have only had a few short, guarded conversations since.
Paul and I saw each other the week after Thanksgiving and he was acting weird and asking a bunch of questions about The Suit. I purposely failed to mention that I had broken up with The Suit. He told me that we was going to ‘be very busy’ over the holidays so I assumed that meant we were done. He sent me a text message X-mas eve that said Merry Xmas and that he would see me when he gets back in town. I don’t know where we stand.
The minion that I mentioned from a few weeks back freaked out and sent me a message that said ‘lose my number’ because I playfully chastised him about his obsession with my breasts. That was easy.
I never called the Santa entry in my phone.
I was asked for my id last night while purchasing Nyquil. You only have to be 18 to buy this drug, I told the lady she was crazy and she said ‘no id, no Nyquil.’
The vet’s assistant told me that I looked like the finished product on What Not To Wear. That was one of the nicest compliments I’ve received in a long time.
I pick the dog up from the vet at 5 and I am expected to pay around $400 so they can run fancy tests on his floppy little ears and his big watery eyes.
So I now have a new dog.
The Suit has resumed communications and now thinks that we can be friends. We had coffee together yesterday afternoon and talked on the phone last night.
The office party Friday night was lots of fun. We started drinking at 2 pm, didn't stop until midnight.
I'm feeling better today despite the arrival of my first ever tooth ache.
It has been done and I feel like an asshole.
I had a dream last night that we had another funeral for him because for some reason his body had to exhumed. This go around we buried him in Canada (go figure.)
I debated about posting this, but I figured I went to the trouble of jotting it down last night so I might as well put it out there. Those of you that don’t already think I’m a horrible person are about to….
Is it too much to ask that you don’t discuss my breasts with your coworkers? Did you tell them that I have a brain as well? Did you even bother?I didn’t miss you while I was away. I kissed three strangers with a passion that you have never seen, and didn’t give you a second thought while I was doing it.
Damn - apparently I need a happy pill or two. Quick. somebody tell me a joke....
I am now planning on focusing my attention on getting this filly in my bed as a part of my new lesbian lifestyle.
I have to break things off with The Suit ASAP. I tried to be patient, really I did. I put up with the constant calls, the incessant need for reassurance, the fucking eye gazing.
And I'm not happy about it one bit.
Whereas Saturday night was 'the best night ever' last night was 'the wildest night ever.' Ever.