Yknow, for all of the good advice that [Parliament] doles out about not getting drunk in front of guys so you dont make an ass of yourself, he sure is an enabler when it comes right down to it. The good news is, hell definitely back you up when you get into a drunken argument with your neighbor’s asshole friend. Not that I would have ever thought anything else, but it’s a very good thing indeed. And honestly, it makes me truly happy hes now a real-life friend and not just an OD fave.
Aah, but the freaky thing is, he reads. And that keeps me from telling all. Which is hard for me. But maybe it will keep you wondering. Hm. I wonder.
So. Got drunk Saturday night. Made somewhat of an ass of myself. Whats new?
Spent pretty much all day Sunday in a state of hungover goo-ness, knowing that I should go to the office…even though I spent a lot of Saturday with a co-worker/friend doing research. Okay, okay. Research that included lunch and shopping and ended with me buying the most darling sheer ruffled skirt in the world! But yes, research nonetheless. And shopping is hard WORK people!
I was just about to go to bed on Sunday night when my nabes (the fun ones, not the weird ones) called and said they were outside grilling and drinking in the alleyway and that I have to join them since Julie was moving out.
I popped a bottle of wine and joined the festivities. Were all so bummed about parting ways that weve all vowed to keep Wednesday nights as a regular meeting time at our neighborhood bar. I know, I know well see how long that lasts. In fact, I already skipped tonights meeting because of work bullshit. I just got home from work and it’s after 10 and I have to pack and…and…. But Sunday night was fun, sitting indian-style on Julies bare floor and laughing about old times. So strange that we were really just starting to get to know each other. This place seems much more like a college dorm than an apartment.
I will miss the nabes indeed.
Went to dinner with Crazy Tony and Maria last night. Outrageous, as usual. Crazy Tony was in rare form as we stood out on the balcony of the restaurant. Not only was he mooning the passing cars (still in broad daylight now that the time has changed), but he tried to lift my shirt up to flash the drive-by audience. Nice, Tone. Maria snapped a photo of him smacking my ass. I’ll be sure to post that one if she ever e-mails it to me. 20 bucks says she’ll be using it as some form of blackmail for one or both of us.
So this morning, I picked them up so we could go have coffee at Starbucks. I wanted to show them who Sam was (the guy who I think is cute and know that he’s at SB every single morning) and to get their read on him. Yeah, so they didn’t like him. They pointed out bunch of little quirks and faults, and now I don’t think I’m attracted anymore. Is that bad?
Work blows so hard lately. I’m so tired of working until at least 9 every night. It’s no way to live life, and I’m headed straight for burnout. It’s such a damn shame because I truly do have just about the coolest job in the world….but when it consumes every waking AND sleeping moment, well then. I’m not very happy with it. Got a call from an exec. search firm this afternoon. Of course, I wasn’t able to return the call until 8:30 tonight. Left a message. Curious, but not overly optimistic.
I’m lonely.
Tomorrow evening I’ll be boarding a plane headed straight for Dallas. I’m looking forward to the three day weekend. And I also booked myself a trip to LA for a couple of days of intense “research” next week. And the following week, I’m going to some BFE place in Georgia. Hell yeah, anything to get out of that fucking office.
It’s no wonder that I can barely function when I’m at home. I ought to just move all of my stuff to the office when my lease is up.
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