Apparently I've been having a lot of urges to write lately, but nothing that I feeling like I should write. NaNoWriMo is going slowly, but ... but but but.
My mind is all distracted because I'm having this party in less than ten days and so many of my most favorite people will be here including the boy i've been waiting to see for three months, which is far too long for a jaded girl like me who doesn't think it's possible for long distance relationships to work. Anyway I can't stop fidgeting. I had a dream last night that he came early. That my best girl and I were at a park and then all of a sudden, there he was. I was not so happy when I work up.
I'm hoping that a friend of mine got laid tonight. Is that the weirdest thing to say. He'll probably roll his eyes. But whatever, I'm a big proponent of sex. I remember this conversation a good friend of mine had with me maybe a year ago. She was so confused because she had been living in the real world for a little while and talking to normal people and was disturbed because this couple she knew was perfectly content having sex three times a week. We were sitting in D's apartment, N, C, and I, and N turns to us while her boy D is making tea and says "how often do you two have sex a week?" We thought about it a little and decided that 7 was probably a reasonable average. There are days where we're super busy and also days on which we make up for it. But there are really people who are fine with 3 times a week. I think these people must have something wrong with them. These are the same people who feel really unloved when their partner masturbates. This is some ridiculous shit if I have anything to say about it. But don't listen to me, everyone I know thinks I'm crazy when it comes to anything relationship oriented. And that's fine. I don't mind. I'd rather be crazy than a puritan guilt-monger. So, yes. I hope you got laid!
Last night there was a really hot guy at the restaurant who wished me a happy birthday and made me blush because I'm like that. I very rarely feel uncomfortable but I'm constantly blushing. I blush easier than anyone. It's funny to be young and get dressed up because while California is pretty lax when it comes to asking for IDs a lot of the time, if you're dressed up, they end up thinking you're trying to fool them. The guy gave us menus and walked away and I said "He's really hot, right? I'm not crazy." And I wasn't. Riana wasn't impressed because she thought he probably knew he was hot, but whatever. He's allowed, especially when he's flirting with me.
Also, this 30-40something couple came in after we sat down and were talking so loudly. They sit down and the guy starts saying that he must immediately have mushroom bruschetta! He says it about four times and at a certain point Riana and I just start agreeing with him to ourselves at a normal volume. "Wait, did he say he wants them now?" "Yes, right now. Not later." "Immediately." I think he must have heard because he got a little quieter after that.
When they brought the check out, they had a little card in the foldy thing that said "if you would like to put a tip on your credit card, please put the amount here and we will add it to your bill" which i thought was really very intelligent of them, but aegies has converted me, so i just decided to leave a cash tip, even though i was putting the rest of the bill on a card. well I set the card in the foldy thing at the end of the table and someone came and picked it up, but a few seconds later, Mr. Hot-as-fuck was back at our table to ask me if I wanted to put a tip on the card as well. I was a little tipsy at that point (it was a wine bar after all and wine makes me a little loopier than say, vodka) and had a hard time understanding what he was asking me. the conversation went a little like this:
"card?"
"mine"
"did you want to put a tip on the card"
"tip?"
"yes"
"no"
so he left, but i think he was a little disgruntled and assumed that we college kids would fail to leave any tip at all. Well screw him anyway. I left a nice plump tip, like usual, so there.
My mind is all distracted because I'm having this party in less than ten days and so many of my most favorite people will be here including the boy i've been waiting to see for three months, which is far too long for a jaded girl like me who doesn't think it's possible for long distance relationships to work. Anyway I can't stop fidgeting. I had a dream last night that he came early. That my best girl and I were at a park and then all of a sudden, there he was. I was not so happy when I work up.
I'm hoping that a friend of mine got laid tonight. Is that the weirdest thing to say. He'll probably roll his eyes. But whatever, I'm a big proponent of sex. I remember this conversation a good friend of mine had with me maybe a year ago. She was so confused because she had been living in the real world for a little while and talking to normal people and was disturbed because this couple she knew was perfectly content having sex three times a week. We were sitting in D's apartment, N, C, and I, and N turns to us while her boy D is making tea and says "how often do you two have sex a week?" We thought about it a little and decided that 7 was probably a reasonable average. There are days where we're super busy and also days on which we make up for it. But there are really people who are fine with 3 times a week. I think these people must have something wrong with them. These are the same people who feel really unloved when their partner masturbates. This is some ridiculous shit if I have anything to say about it. But don't listen to me, everyone I know thinks I'm crazy when it comes to anything relationship oriented. And that's fine. I don't mind. I'd rather be crazy than a puritan guilt-monger. So, yes. I hope you got laid!
Last night there was a really hot guy at the restaurant who wished me a happy birthday and made me blush because I'm like that. I very rarely feel uncomfortable but I'm constantly blushing. I blush easier than anyone. It's funny to be young and get dressed up because while California is pretty lax when it comes to asking for IDs a lot of the time, if you're dressed up, they end up thinking you're trying to fool them. The guy gave us menus and walked away and I said "He's really hot, right? I'm not crazy." And I wasn't. Riana wasn't impressed because she thought he probably knew he was hot, but whatever. He's allowed, especially when he's flirting with me.
Also, this 30-40something couple came in after we sat down and were talking so loudly. They sit down and the guy starts saying that he must immediately have mushroom bruschetta! He says it about four times and at a certain point Riana and I just start agreeing with him to ourselves at a normal volume. "Wait, did he say he wants them now?" "Yes, right now. Not later." "Immediately." I think he must have heard because he got a little quieter after that.
When they brought the check out, they had a little card in the foldy thing that said "if you would like to put a tip on your credit card, please put the amount here and we will add it to your bill" which i thought was really very intelligent of them, but aegies has converted me, so i just decided to leave a cash tip, even though i was putting the rest of the bill on a card. well I set the card in the foldy thing at the end of the table and someone came and picked it up, but a few seconds later, Mr. Hot-as-fuck was back at our table to ask me if I wanted to put a tip on the card as well. I was a little tipsy at that point (it was a wine bar after all and wine makes me a little loopier than say, vodka) and had a hard time understanding what he was asking me. the conversation went a little like this:
"card?"
"mine"
"did you want to put a tip on the card"
"tip?"
"yes"
"no"
so he left, but i think he was a little disgruntled and assumed that we college kids would fail to leave any tip at all. Well screw him anyway. I left a nice plump tip, like usual, so there.