Wow, I am such an embarrassment when I'm drunk...
So I got drug to this bar last night which was yuppie-fucking-central. A horrible "blues" band was playing. Yes, because middle aged fat white guys from Brentwood who are probably computer programmers or real estate agents or whatever during the daylight hours totally know ALL ABOUT the blues, especially when they own all of Eric Clapton's records. (I saw this 60-something black man playing at the Pilot Light in Knoxville this summer, mostly playing really fast blues, and that was at least MOVING. What I witnessed last night was a fucking punchline in comparison.) We paid way too much for a bottle of wine, most of which I got talked into drinking. (Note to self: Never drink that much after pulling an all-nighter ever again). I went to said Yuppie Town with a chick from my art history class, and we bitched about how asinine certain people in that class are...fucking intellectual lightweights, can't even grasp basic shit from Ruskin for christsakes. No, I didn't get hit on, though in retrospect I was playing with my "engagement" ring so much that its fakeness was probably apparent.
Wow, it's March. It's been almost a year since my huge breakup. That fucking amazes me, cos in some ways it feels longer and other ways it feels like it's been a mere few months. That breakup caused some dramatic changes, and I'm infinitely thankful for them. I'm also getting to the point where I can finally humanize my ex, which is fucking NICE. It's a relief to see someone and not think, "Shut up and DIE, you ASSHOLE!!!" I find it incredibly valiant when people make such a trememdous effort to get along with and become friends with their exes, though I've never felt inspired to do so until recently. I hate his new girlfriend, but we won't get into that right now...only to say that she is a fifth-rate D, and it's glaringly obvious why he's dating her. Hmmmm...maybe he is still an asshole...
Bjork is the best hangover music EVER.
Oh, yeah...a dream I had last night...
So I got drug to this bar last night which was yuppie-fucking-central. A horrible "blues" band was playing. Yes, because middle aged fat white guys from Brentwood who are probably computer programmers or real estate agents or whatever during the daylight hours totally know ALL ABOUT the blues, especially when they own all of Eric Clapton's records. (I saw this 60-something black man playing at the Pilot Light in Knoxville this summer, mostly playing really fast blues, and that was at least MOVING. What I witnessed last night was a fucking punchline in comparison.) We paid way too much for a bottle of wine, most of which I got talked into drinking. (Note to self: Never drink that much after pulling an all-nighter ever again). I went to said Yuppie Town with a chick from my art history class, and we bitched about how asinine certain people in that class are...fucking intellectual lightweights, can't even grasp basic shit from Ruskin for christsakes. No, I didn't get hit on, though in retrospect I was playing with my "engagement" ring so much that its fakeness was probably apparent.
Wow, it's March. It's been almost a year since my huge breakup. That fucking amazes me, cos in some ways it feels longer and other ways it feels like it's been a mere few months. That breakup caused some dramatic changes, and I'm infinitely thankful for them. I'm also getting to the point where I can finally humanize my ex, which is fucking NICE. It's a relief to see someone and not think, "Shut up and DIE, you ASSHOLE!!!" I find it incredibly valiant when people make such a trememdous effort to get along with and become friends with their exes, though I've never felt inspired to do so until recently. I hate his new girlfriend, but we won't get into that right now...only to say that she is a fifth-rate D, and it's glaringly obvious why he's dating her. Hmmmm...maybe he is still an asshole...
Bjork is the best hangover music EVER.
Oh, yeah...a dream I had last night...
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anyways.... why aren't you a SG.... you should, you is pretty!