I am so fucking tired. Stayed at Nick's again last night and for some reason I have been sleeping like shit. I actually got up and left when he did this morning cus I couldn't go back to sleep. Last night was cool though, we got sushi and watched Super Size Me. I must be disgusting because I still have a craving for their french fries even after watching it. Fucking crack fries, I swear.
Found out Nick drank like 18 beers on St. Patty's Day. WAY TO GO DOOD. YOU ONLY MIGHT DIE. Whatever. His intention was only to have like 3 beers, which I understand, and he ended up with like 18, which I also understand cus god knows I go out for like 2 drinks and come home smashed instead. BUT, I won't die from my condition. At least he realizes he fucked up and can't do that again. I really fucking hope he doesn't.
This weekend is Lebowski Fest. I have no one to go with since Karla bailed, and since Nick and his brother are going I don't want to really go anymore anyway. I figure if they had wanted me to go with them they would have invited me, so just showing up on my own won't look very good, and say if I brought Garbage with me, then Nick would be like WTF. He gets crazy jealous. I can't win. But I am planning on going all out this weekend. Me n my girls need to get dolled up and make a fucking comeback somewhere, cus this is weak.
My family is leaving for an entire week on Saturday. Nick may come down this or next weekend, and I really hope he does cus damn, that boy owes me a visit down here now that his car isn't a piece. Fuuuck.
I want to go back to sleep, but I guess I should go to the gym and get it out of the way cus I have so much to do today it's recockulous. And here is the list cus I know you are all just dying to know:
-Gym (duh)
-Open savings acct
-Post office
-Dr's appt
-Therapy
-Insurance people, AGAIN
-Meet up with my pal Rob (owner of www.completeobscurity.com) and take him to dinner
-Meet up with the broads and get shitty
If anyone wants to go with me to do any of these you are more than welcome. Hit me up.
Fleece.
Update: Some guy at the gym with fucking BEAUTIFUL sleeves referred me to his guy Leonardo, the owner of Think Ink in Woodland Hills. I am going to phone the guy this week. Kickass!
Also, I am in a much much better mood now. I fucking love the gym. Thank you god. I really need to focus on myself and staying positive. In which case, today is going to be awesome, I can feel it already
Found out Nick drank like 18 beers on St. Patty's Day. WAY TO GO DOOD. YOU ONLY MIGHT DIE. Whatever. His intention was only to have like 3 beers, which I understand, and he ended up with like 18, which I also understand cus god knows I go out for like 2 drinks and come home smashed instead. BUT, I won't die from my condition. At least he realizes he fucked up and can't do that again. I really fucking hope he doesn't.
This weekend is Lebowski Fest. I have no one to go with since Karla bailed, and since Nick and his brother are going I don't want to really go anymore anyway. I figure if they had wanted me to go with them they would have invited me, so just showing up on my own won't look very good, and say if I brought Garbage with me, then Nick would be like WTF. He gets crazy jealous. I can't win. But I am planning on going all out this weekend. Me n my girls need to get dolled up and make a fucking comeback somewhere, cus this is weak.
My family is leaving for an entire week on Saturday. Nick may come down this or next weekend, and I really hope he does cus damn, that boy owes me a visit down here now that his car isn't a piece. Fuuuck.
I want to go back to sleep, but I guess I should go to the gym and get it out of the way cus I have so much to do today it's recockulous. And here is the list cus I know you are all just dying to know:
-Gym (duh)
-Open savings acct
-Post office
-Dr's appt
-Therapy
-Insurance people, AGAIN
-Meet up with my pal Rob (owner of www.completeobscurity.com) and take him to dinner
-Meet up with the broads and get shitty
If anyone wants to go with me to do any of these you are more than welcome. Hit me up.
Fleece.
Update: Some guy at the gym with fucking BEAUTIFUL sleeves referred me to his guy Leonardo, the owner of Think Ink in Woodland Hills. I am going to phone the guy this week. Kickass!
Also, I am in a much much better mood now. I fucking love the gym. Thank you god. I really need to focus on myself and staying positive. In which case, today is going to be awesome, I can feel it already
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suzy_kabloozy:
What's up, girlie? Glad to see you're happy.
vim:
the gym is the best therapy money can buy.
