04.20.04 - 4:22 a.m.
darn kids

ok folks...there are certain rules you generally adhere to when out and about at the bars, correct?

for instance, if you've had too much to drink, go home. just GO HOME. or at least go to someone else's house...pass out in your car...whatever. but do not, i repeat, DO NOT vomit on the floor of a bar right in front of the bartender.

and DO NOT ask for another drink after doing so.

hey, i've got an idea...LICK UP THE FUCKING DRINKS YOU JUST PUKED UP ONTO THE FLOOR! THERE'S YOUR DAMN DRINK!

the audacity.

a seasoned drinker at least knows to make it to a garbage can. if you can't do that, then i suggest you stick to frat parties and the like.

i had only been at work for 30 minutes when this happened sunday evening. that dumb bitch put a damper on the surprisingly good mood that i had arrived with.

*sigh*

went out with john tonight...and he is currently sleeping in my bed which i am avoiding.

i just don't know what to do about this anymore. it's hard to explain. when he's not around i miss him like crazy, but when he IS around he literally drives me fucking insane.

it's to the point that even the shape of his head makes me want to pull my hair out. the shape of his head? what the hell is wrong with me? but i am totally serious.

ugh, i'm thinking too much right now...not a good idea before bed. i'll have bad dreams, if i can sleep at all.

oh yeah, get your anti-bush banner from davemarr!

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