tyrabanksy

Man.. yesterday was a roller coaster ride. I go to work and my coworker tells me she needs to make a phone call. No problem. She comes back and tells me her mom just died. So we hug and cry together, share the moment and go on to have a great day. Half way through my shift our catering manager walks in with tequila shots because it's cinco de mayo. Yehaw!! Take those and go home to make margaritas. I check my email and a friend who I know through a coworker tells me a can't hang out with her anymore because her friend doesn't like the fact that I've seen her SG pictures. Not angry. Just confused as to where I went wrong. And this thought proceeds to loom over me until I got drunk/stoned enough to forget. I end the day drinking beer out of huge glass jars with my buddy Charlie, writing songs on guitar. Which I don't play that often but I had a lot to vent about so it naturally came out. When we were drunk enough to start singing song about Smurfs I knew it was time to go home. And that my friends was my May 5th, 2009. Short and bittersweet.