weekend wrap-up: short and sweet.
friday: awesome coheed show. read: drunk as a motherfucking asshole. started drinking before the show, continued during and then after. i unfortunately have several moments that i don't remember. what do i remember? hmm... having to grab onto troy in the pit to stop from falling over... getting into a heated discussion about collar-popping and the two latest coheed and cambria videos with the drummer, josh, who is super cool. that was while i was downing screwdrivers afterwards. um... i remember thinking i hit a car door while i was driving josh and his friend to get her car. after i got back from that, i think i scared the guitar player (whose name is escaping me at the moment) and probably frightened claudio as well, apologizing repeatedly for being so fucking drunk. scored josh's number from him because he mentioned hooking me up with free atticus shit. kissed the keyboard player? i SORT of remember andy driving us all back to brad's and sitting on jess's lap in the front seat. i remember waking up on the couch and semi-realizing what a retard i was to the band.
other things? not so much. my boss called me 15 minutes after i was supposed to be at work and woke me. got there an hour late, still drunk. i'm glad he laughed.
saturday night can be summed up in two words: never again. from now on, our house is strictly SG guest list only. some of you will always be welcome (and i hope most of you know who you are), but others had best not show up again... what is SG now? girls gone wild? i don't think so. if this is what it's turning into, i'm super fucking glad i'll be gone soon. you can call me a prude, but when i walk into my house after working for 8 hours, having had a long night the night before, and come in to fucking softcore porn acted out in my living room? fuck that shit. i have never had to clean up so much after an SG event. i have never had shit knocked over and spilled as much as what happened last night. i have never felt so disrespected in my own house, quite honestly. some people are just fucking ridiculous. yes, this is a porn site. yes, it was a sex toy party. no, it's not a fucking free for all.
i could keep going, but i haven't name-called anyone to their face, so i'm not about to start here. and don't think it was only one or two people that i was disappointed in and don't particularly want to see again. i'm sick of creepy people, attention whores, and just plain fucking retards.
oh, wait.
i said i wasn't going to name call.
right.
friday: awesome coheed show. read: drunk as a motherfucking asshole. started drinking before the show, continued during and then after. i unfortunately have several moments that i don't remember. what do i remember? hmm... having to grab onto troy in the pit to stop from falling over... getting into a heated discussion about collar-popping and the two latest coheed and cambria videos with the drummer, josh, who is super cool. that was while i was downing screwdrivers afterwards. um... i remember thinking i hit a car door while i was driving josh and his friend to get her car. after i got back from that, i think i scared the guitar player (whose name is escaping me at the moment) and probably frightened claudio as well, apologizing repeatedly for being so fucking drunk. scored josh's number from him because he mentioned hooking me up with free atticus shit. kissed the keyboard player? i SORT of remember andy driving us all back to brad's and sitting on jess's lap in the front seat. i remember waking up on the couch and semi-realizing what a retard i was to the band.
other things? not so much. my boss called me 15 minutes after i was supposed to be at work and woke me. got there an hour late, still drunk. i'm glad he laughed.
saturday night can be summed up in two words: never again. from now on, our house is strictly SG guest list only. some of you will always be welcome (and i hope most of you know who you are), but others had best not show up again... what is SG now? girls gone wild? i don't think so. if this is what it's turning into, i'm super fucking glad i'll be gone soon. you can call me a prude, but when i walk into my house after working for 8 hours, having had a long night the night before, and come in to fucking softcore porn acted out in my living room? fuck that shit. i have never had to clean up so much after an SG event. i have never had shit knocked over and spilled as much as what happened last night. i have never felt so disrespected in my own house, quite honestly. some people are just fucking ridiculous. yes, this is a porn site. yes, it was a sex toy party. no, it's not a fucking free for all.
i could keep going, but i haven't name-called anyone to their face, so i'm not about to start here. and don't think it was only one or two people that i was disappointed in and don't particularly want to see again. i'm sick of creepy people, attention whores, and just plain fucking retards.
oh, wait.
i said i wasn't going to name call.
right.
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kellyjanice:
well said honey... i know im allowed... i wasnt told to leave 
punknitemike:
you are right. i sent you an email.