gangstaswan

I went to a gothic art show. My friend Jenn dragged me along to see her date's work. Funny thing is she is Ms. Super Christian Girl (not that I ever hold that against her, it just describes her to a T) and was freaked out, especially when the booth next to her date's started tying girls up and strangling them with their own hair. The situation what quite humorous, but I was a little perturbed when her "date" decided to touch my legs and sorta flirt with me when Jenn was sitting right next to me. Good thing she's planning on dumping his ass.

I love how disaffected I look. Jenn and her "date" look so nice and normal. Then there's the male toy in the background, getting pet for being a good pet.



Again, don't care about any of the shit going on around me.

I got a call back from a newspaper looking to hire a copy editor. We set up an interview for Tuesday. I looked at puppies at the mall while on the phone with mother, who decided it'd be a great idea to give me more grief for my breakup with RS. Thanks for making me feel even worse, mom.

Now for a little story....
If you let Requiem visit, he'll drag you to South Coast Plaza to help him pick out clothes (I'm proud to say I got him to at least purchase one non-button-up, long-sleeved, black shirt).

If you help him buy clothes, he'll want you and Koleeta to go to dinner.

I made faces:



Then pretended to show off cleavage:



If you let Requiem take you to dinner, he'll want to sift through your purse:

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After sifting through your purse, he'll want something else fun to do. We went to the Irvine Spectrum but most places were closed so we went to Fritz's. I had a blast, but I got all the attention. Poor kid.

Work was boring but productive. I roped Requiem into helping me purchase a dresser from Ikea. I could have gone right in and grabbed what I wanted but noooo he wanted to look at everything, but especially the stuffed animals.







We had dinner at Tokyo Hibachi in Lakewood. Fantastic sushi by the way. Unfortunately my food was contaminated once again. How many times before I learn to not eat at places that also serve shrimp?!

I didn't do much. Started building my dresser then went to SGLBC's Karaoke. If you didn't go, you missed watching me completely bomb Panic! At the Disco's "I Write Sins Not Tragedies." Bah!

Oh, and you missed mister_satan singing the Pac Man Song (I don't know the real name).


It was also nice to see Braaaap actually show up to something .

I got a cryptic message saying I would be picked up at 1:30 p.m. Sunday and to wear jeans but bring something sexy for the night.

I woke up to the 20 (now 21) year old texting me for a booty call. WTF. Jackass doesn't talk to me for months then expects pussy. Don't think so.

Finally got up and studied for my interview. Another damn test with questions about political figures who ran for president years before I was even able to vote (and I'm not talking Nixon).

Thankfully, Requiem broke up the monotony and picked me up. We headed to Santa Monica Pier. We had lunch then walked around. We watched people catch fish and couples cuddle on benches. We ended up riding the carousel. He was scared:



As we walked along the beach, we found the swings and other various gymnastics things. He wanted to swing. I watched and laughed at his ass.



But then he launched himself off the swings and tried to tackle me. I wasn't completely paying attention so all I saw was something coming at me so I stepped out of the way. He totally face planted in the sand. It was so funny, I fell over laughing. Unfortunately the couple behind us didn't know I was laughing. They kept asking if I was OK but it just made me laugh even harder.

We left shortly after that. On the way out we saw this guy:



We headed back to his hotel. We checked out the pool to kill time before dinner. He had to shower to get all the sand out of, well, everywhere, so I curled up on the bed and watched AFV. Then we headed to dinner at the Standard, no, not the downtown one.

It was an excellent evening, including me getting drunk off one fucking drink. Damn you Chambord. Why must I love you so! Still, I haven't felt that comfortable around a guy in a long time. It was also the first day I didn't cry since my breakup. I went to bed with a huge fucking smile and when I woke up, it was still there. I need that more often.

I went to Breezey's birthday barbecue. I had a blast visiting everyone but not so much when I found the couch beam with my butt (although everyone heard "bean in my butt").

I even found time to show off my cleavage.


I studied some more for my test and finished putting my dresser together, only to discover I'm missing three sets of drawer tracks. Damnit I'll have to go back to Ikea.

Interview went well. I finished the test quickly. I hope they hire me. My friend is convinced I'll get the job. I really fucking hope so. Send good vibes please. Or case voodoo. Whatever works best.

I think I may be saying goodbye to a friend who is moving to New York this weekend.