I like white roses.
I had the most outstanding, most exhuasting weekend of my life. Seriously, kids, a good time was had by ME, which is all that matters, right? Friday night, Casey and I stayed up until 5 a.m. engaging in our usual tom foolery, jackassery, and debauchery. There was some discussion of streaking through the R.V. convention apparently taking place in a nearby parking lot. Fortunately this plan never came to fruition.
I woke up at an ungodly hour for a Saturday, which is sometime around 10:30. It's my freaking WEEKEND, why on earth would I roll my ass out of bed before 1? Well, I'll tell ya.
The Gap Outlet.
Also, I had one of those ridiculously zen-like moments when I woke up, as some freak outside was blasting "Brown-Eyed Girl." For a moment, I thought I was in heaven.
The trip to the church of the holy cheap gap-ness was, in itself, an adventure, as many country standards were butchered, and I molested myself with an IKEA catalog for the passersby. Say what you will...I know they loved it. Then, I brought the boys (Matt and Casey) back to the fort, for some fantastic Italian food and fun times with my family. Yay.
I went to bed somewhere between 10 and 11 Saturday night. I was pooped, I tell you.
Yesterday I sat in my underwear in a vegetative state until around 5 or so, when I finally decided to go to the grocery store, since I needed things like, oh, milk.
Also, apparently "Look Who's Talking" was in heavy rotation all weekend on my movie channels. I watched it no less than 4 times in the span of about 30 hours. Woo hoo.
It's almost fun to be dating someone you've gone out with once. Well, twice if you count a trip to the porn store and the purchase of a Hustler magazine. Personally, that's not really a date for me, so much as a typical night out with ANY of my friends.
Speaking of which, I had a dream that I went to the porn store with my coworkers and spent $100 on something called a "Pleasure Chest." I bought it cause it was filled with lots of flavored lube. I have weird dreams.
Do you ever feel like your head is at war with your heart? You can rationalize all you want, make lists of reasons why you shouldn't be with someone, explain to anyone and everyone who will listen exactly what you THINK you're thinking, and yet you are still overcome with this overwhelming sense of urgency to be with another person.
Sometimes I wonder if I ever really want what I TELL people I want.
I have a hard time admitting to anyone (at least in person) that someone really touches me. It's weird. And I don't usually know how to act. I can do flirting, I can do anger...I don't know how to do much in between.
This entry took a really strange turn all of the sudden.
My breath tastes like pizza combos. It's the breakfast of champions, folks.
La.
My apologies and a farewell??? - 2005-10-20
It should be Friday somewhere. - 2005-10-03
It's Friday again! - 2005-10-01
Amendment to previous entry... - 2005-09-26
Longer than I intended. It's to tide you over for another week. - 2005-09-23