I need a BIG update!
So...
My actual birthday was pretty sweet. I went out to Providence to go barhopping with Chris. I thought I was doing pretty well, until I crossed over to the notion that HELL, it was my birthday and if I was going to drink, I would DRINK. A couple bars and a strip club later, I puked on the ride home. (But I had ended up getting a lap dance). Chris put me on the bathroom floor for awhile and I seemed like I wouldn't throw up again. Then, he put me on the bed and I threw up all over him as well. What a night.
The next day I had to move into my new on-campus apartment. After violently puking again at 1pm, I mustered some kind of dehydratred strength to put my belongings in the car and head to the next town. A nice toke with old friends seemed to help me out, and a healthy dose of dinner at the residential cafeteria.
Then, on Thursday, I left for Atlantic city-- a multi thousand dollar trip my ex left planned for my birthday no matter what. We stayed in a beautiful 5 star hotel. I shot three new sets!
and gambled and drank away the weekend. It was fantastic. Chris also bought me a new lap top... and asked if I wanted to be with him again. Now wait, I just moved out of his house... but things HAVE been really nice, and the trip does help. But, I'll have to do some thinking.
For now, it's my day off, and I'm going to go exercise all these beer calories off.
So...
My actual birthday was pretty sweet. I went out to Providence to go barhopping with Chris. I thought I was doing pretty well, until I crossed over to the notion that HELL, it was my birthday and if I was going to drink, I would DRINK. A couple bars and a strip club later, I puked on the ride home. (But I had ended up getting a lap dance). Chris put me on the bathroom floor for awhile and I seemed like I wouldn't throw up again. Then, he put me on the bed and I threw up all over him as well. What a night.
The next day I had to move into my new on-campus apartment. After violently puking again at 1pm, I mustered some kind of dehydratred strength to put my belongings in the car and head to the next town. A nice toke with old friends seemed to help me out, and a healthy dose of dinner at the residential cafeteria.
Then, on Thursday, I left for Atlantic city-- a multi thousand dollar trip my ex left planned for my birthday no matter what. We stayed in a beautiful 5 star hotel. I shot three new sets!
and gambled and drank away the weekend. It was fantastic. Chris also bought me a new lap top... and asked if I wanted to be with him again. Now wait, I just moved out of his house... but things HAVE been really nice, and the trip does help. But, I'll have to do some thinking.
For now, it's my day off, and I'm going to go exercise all these beer calories off.
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thanks for the love, i've been checking out your new ones on (that other funtastic site), which are pretty swanky. too bad you can't see the lower half, tho.
Oh, and I know I'm limited on details here, but I've met Chris and he seems like a good guy. In fact, I recall him walking through a certain god-awful blizzard just to hang out with you. AND he asked to get back together AFTER you puked all over him. I'm just saying, on paper it seems like he's worth another shot-- you don't find too many guys these days who care enough to try that hard and still let you have fun on your own terms.