First off, thank you soso much to all of you who responded to my last post. You guys are awesome. I'm going through a hurt right now that you can't even imagine--well, I'm actually a lot of you can, considering you've been there before too-- and your kind words meant a lot.
So um NELLY "ms. cutestgirlevaaar" FURTADO was at my work today and I DIDN'T GET TO SEE HER!!! Everyone else did but me! Not fair. Karma is really nipping me in the butt this week.
I am doing okay. The hurt ebbs and flows. I've been staying at my parent's house. I couldn't deal with being alone in my apartment during a time like this.
I don't know what I would do without this lady:
She is the Liza to my Louise.
Brian and I have been talking. We aren't back together, but we talk, and that's good. (for now haha) I got through an entire phone conversation last night without crying, which for me is a pretty big deal considering I'm like a leaky faucet on a GOOD day.
Enough about me royally fucking up my life-- Here's a funny story from 80s Night last week:
I almost got in a fight with some gigantic Destro sized black dude in Hot Topic pants! There was a chair in the aisle between our table and his--- directly in the middle. So,assuming the chair was not taken, I pulled it over and began to sit down on it, when suddenly it was pulled from underneath me and I almost ate it. Luckily, I was able to regain my balance and turned around to find the culprit. Naturally, I yelled "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!?" "You took my friend's chair," he said. "Well you could have just TOLD me that instead of ripping it out from under me!" His reply-- "You took my frirend's chair." Then he got all close to me and was giving me the evil eye and I just walkkkkked away. Then later on that evening, he and his suuuuper cool friends were flicking water at me. But I was the bigger person and just ignored their childish asses. I mean Jesus! Pick on someone your own size. Who DOES that shit!? Honestly.
Love,
Monroe
So um NELLY "ms. cutestgirlevaaar" FURTADO was at my work today and I DIDN'T GET TO SEE HER!!! Everyone else did but me! Not fair. Karma is really nipping me in the butt this week.
I am doing okay. The hurt ebbs and flows. I've been staying at my parent's house. I couldn't deal with being alone in my apartment during a time like this.
I don't know what I would do without this lady:
She is the Liza to my Louise.
Brian and I have been talking. We aren't back together, but we talk, and that's good. (for now haha) I got through an entire phone conversation last night without crying, which for me is a pretty big deal considering I'm like a leaky faucet on a GOOD day.
Enough about me royally fucking up my life-- Here's a funny story from 80s Night last week:
I almost got in a fight with some gigantic Destro sized black dude in Hot Topic pants! There was a chair in the aisle between our table and his--- directly in the middle. So,assuming the chair was not taken, I pulled it over and began to sit down on it, when suddenly it was pulled from underneath me and I almost ate it. Luckily, I was able to regain my balance and turned around to find the culprit. Naturally, I yelled "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!?" "You took my friend's chair," he said. "Well you could have just TOLD me that instead of ripping it out from under me!" His reply-- "You took my frirend's chair." Then he got all close to me and was giving me the evil eye and I just walkkkkked away. Then later on that evening, he and his suuuuper cool friends were flicking water at me. But I was the bigger person and just ignored their childish asses. I mean Jesus! Pick on someone your own size. Who DOES that shit!? Honestly.
Love,
Monroe
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(In fact, I would encourage you, in your time of hurt, but as you're closer to scabbed over than to open wound, to consider dropping the Berman's top pick-up on some unpresupposing gent at your 80s nite. Sidle up, put your arm on his waist, and say in a moderate voice (neither whisper, nor shout (by the way, is that a band playing the Warped Tour this year?)), "You're with me, Leather". The rest will be history made.)
But, yes. Why was Nelly Furtado in your store? Don't you sell art-supplies?... Was she in town for a concert, and wanted to pick up a new sketchbook for wiling time in the tour-bus?
Also: Liza and Louise? Are you mixing metaphors, fag-hags with the protagonist(s) of that late 80s uxoricide classic Thelma and Louise? I don't get it. Nor do I intuit the female rocking out by the power hand-dryer in a public toilet. Oh. Questions, questions...