It really displeases me when people take my silence for being bored or not having a good time.
Do I always have to jump around and talk a mile a minute, flash people, become a boobie molester and lick random strangers, in order for one to tell that I'm a having a good time? Do I need to have alcohol or a pixie stick induced sugar high, or a big ole grin and giggle like Im 10 again because I got to watch Legends of the Hidden Temple, reminiscing about the days when Nickelodeon was good? Or get excited because I got to say Andale, Andale" during a game of Taboo and then share my Mexican story explaining my love of saying "Andale, Andale?"
I'm not saying that those weren't great moments, its just some of the best times I've had are the moments when Im silent and content just sitting back and absorbing in the chaotic atmosphere. Last night was one of those moments. I went to GiGi's and watched Drag Queens parade around stage singing dirty song and grabbing their well tucked crotches; showing off their exquisite Tina Turner legs, glitter lipstick, and their gaudy, faux diamond bracelets and chandelier earrings. Oh, how I wish I was a man last night. Penis envy was high.
I also got made fun of for knowing the lyrics to several songs that I would never openly admit that I like in front of my everyday friends. It made me smile and happy.
Im still in my pajamas wearing last nights makeup. I have Doritos breath. My dog needs a bath and I dont intend on doing anything about any of that.
Today is a good day.
Do I always have to jump around and talk a mile a minute, flash people, become a boobie molester and lick random strangers, in order for one to tell that I'm a having a good time? Do I need to have alcohol or a pixie stick induced sugar high, or a big ole grin and giggle like Im 10 again because I got to watch Legends of the Hidden Temple, reminiscing about the days when Nickelodeon was good? Or get excited because I got to say Andale, Andale" during a game of Taboo and then share my Mexican story explaining my love of saying "Andale, Andale?"
I'm not saying that those weren't great moments, its just some of the best times I've had are the moments when Im silent and content just sitting back and absorbing in the chaotic atmosphere. Last night was one of those moments. I went to GiGi's and watched Drag Queens parade around stage singing dirty song and grabbing their well tucked crotches; showing off their exquisite Tina Turner legs, glitter lipstick, and their gaudy, faux diamond bracelets and chandelier earrings. Oh, how I wish I was a man last night. Penis envy was high.
I also got made fun of for knowing the lyrics to several songs that I would never openly admit that I like in front of my everyday friends. It made me smile and happy.
Im still in my pajamas wearing last nights makeup. I have Doritos breath. My dog needs a bath and I dont intend on doing anything about any of that.
Today is a good day.
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You do need to jump around and molest boobies to prove that you are having a good time.