14 posts tagged “drunk”
My best friend is going to be on the left coast and I'm not going to get to see him.
That is... unless someone has $300 (give or take) they want to let me borrow. (Or a bunch of frequent flyer miles.)
I'm not exactly surprised about the spendy plane ticket, I checked it out a month ago when I found out he was going to Orange County and it was just as spendy then. I was just hoping that there might have been some cheap last minute flights. But there were non. Oh well.
It really sucks. We were going to go to Disney Land and go to Newport and recreate scenes from "The OC" but instead I'll be at work and he'll probably get drunk in the hotel bar.
And now I have to go shower and go to work. Exciting.
Edit...
I feel, in an attempt to not sound too sad, that I should let it be known that tomorrow (if the boyfriend isn't working the night shift) we're going to see the new Star Trek. Yes I know it's not exactly new any-more but it's gonna be in the theatre and that's all that matters. Yay!
I am still really sad about not getting to see the Nathan. But I'm pretty freakin' pysched about the movie. Let's just assume that the boyfriend isn't working, cause if he is than that would be double sadness. :-((
I'm a bit bored.
Yeah, sure, there's a million things I could be doing. I COULD do the rest of the dishes, or clean up the house or go get Little T's laundry up from the basement, or I could even take a shower and start getting ready for work. But I don't really want to do any of those things, and I'm starting to get sick so I think I should just sit on my Tush and not do nothin'. (Including using proper grammar.)
Over the past few months I've taken various pictures on my camera phone, some with the intent to blog about, some just because I saw something cool/funny that I wanted to remember and some... I have no fucking idea why I took them. Today, I loaded them all up onto Vox and I'm going to have a show and tell.
Exciting, huh?
...A bit of a warning... you might want to get comfy, 'cause there's a lot of 'em.
Me, with freakishly curly and reddish hair. (In the Terrorist's bathroom)
Lesley and I laying on the benches at Ikea, waiting for her couch. Fuck, I loved that couch. It was a little on the soft side but it was so big and cozy and wonderful.
A picture of one of the first cloves of garlic to ever enter my woman-ness (sorry I've been reading romance novels lately) I believe the keys are there for scale. I haven't had those key chains in ages. That was taken a LONG time ago.
I really don't know why this picture was taken. I believe it was to convince Chris to come hang out with us. I don't think it worked.
These two were taken the morning of Adian's 6th birthday. (I think it was 6th.) We had breakfast and then went swimming at the local-ish community center. It was a lot of fun. Miss those two terribly.
This picture sucks. And as stated in the last post I'm lazy and don't feel like fucking with the levels on it to make it clearer. What it is... two bottles of NightTrain a bit bottle and a little bottle. The T got the big one, I got the little one, we proceeded to drink them all then had my first drunken sex experience. I'm sure there was more to it then that, but those are the key points... And I remember the sex well, it was some good lovin'.
My friend Kathrine uses the handle "SexHead" for all her online adventures so I decided to show her that she's not the only one who suffers (is it really suffering though?) from Sexhead.
It's a cervix made out of soap!!
This flower was at the gate to our front yard. I'm sure it's dead now but when I took this picture it was still doing well even though it was REALLY freakin cold outside.
It's a mouse cheese grater!!! How cool is that?!?!?!
Apparently you can buy vibrators at Freddie's now. I love the fact that they write "Personal Massager" on it and have a picture of a chick on the cover. They could at least try to be a bit more discreet. Any-who, it's good to know that if my "personal massager" breaks I don't have to go far to get another one.
At work we've been having a lot of waste at the end of the night so we've started discounting certain items to $1 after 8pm. When I got to work after my weekend this is the sign that the 19 year old supervisor created to inform our customers about our deal. It says "All Pastries on the top shelf are just $1 today. (Smiley Face) Awesome people love pasties." I was the first one to notice the typo. We decided to leave the sign up until someone commented on it and it took about a month or so.
Ps. If you're interested... Take a warm block of cream cheese, blend it with half a bottle of Hickory Smoke BBQ sauce, dice up an onion, a green pepper and a tomato, put the blended stuff down first, layer the other things on it and top with shredded cheese. It's delicious. Or just really addicting.
Okay I think that's it for picture time. I need to go smoke a cigg and make the kid some lunch then get ready for work even though I really don't want to go because I don't feel good and it's cold and it's going to be busy as all fuck.
I enjoy playing with candle wax.
Always have.
I generally do it more when I'm intoxicated* than when sober. I think I need to stop it. Tonight I totally spilled wax all over my favorite pair of fat pants and I killed a candle (fucked up the wax to wick ratio).
This sucks. I really like these pants.
I'm bored. I should go to bed. I fucking slept until noon though.
There goes the 1.30a train.
I'M BORED!
What the fuck, I have tons of shit to do I'm just being lazy. I think I'm going to go to bed. Or write out lists. I really do enjoy lists. I don't get it. The only people I've known who really enjoy lists are totally OCD types. I'm not, at all. But I love 'em.
Oh well.
I need to google how to get wax out of clothing.
*Generally stoned I think because I think if I tried playing with candles/wax while drunk I'd probably just catch myself on fire.
one of those people who are uber scary looking in the morning.
I mean, I'm not going to win beauty contests or anything but for the most part I pretty much look normal.
Shaz... is not like that. Shaz wears a lot of make up and does crazy shit to her hair so when she wakes up she's kind of scary looking. Make up is smeared everywhere. Big eye makeup circles and hair all crazy.*
Today, I looked like Shaz.
Before I went out last night I did my make up, my theory was that if I wore a lot of dark eye make up it would help draw attention from the dark bags under my eyes. Not sure if it worked or not but that's neither here nor there.
I was exhausted last night, I think I was more tired than drunk actually and did not remove the make up before I went to bed.
When I went into the bathroom this morning I actually gasped a bit. I looked like I had been in a fight, both eyes were black with bits of purple, my hair was a fright but yet I had on the prettiest shiny HUGE earrings.
Yes. I admit. I did all of this just to have an excuse to show off my earrings. They're pretty!!!!
I lost my fucking lighter!!. I stole it from the airport. (Someone left it on a bench or something probably cause they were going through security.) I had a shit ton of lighters and they all seem to be slowly disappearing. I grabbed this one and I was going to stick it with my bowl that way I can stop smoking with matches but the fucking thing is missing.
I think I might have picked it up and moved it when Little T was sleeping in here and now I just can't remember where the fuck I put it.
Okay, I'm getting distracted.
*I'm not picking on Shaz here... She knows she's "un-composed" in the morning... I'm just using her as an example.
Nathan's still not talking to me.
We got in a fight the other night and I haven't heard from him since.
I thought it might be one of those drunken fights that we quite often have when he says mean things but doesn't exactly remember it.
We both said mean-ish things though.
Oh well... I have a feeling I might be cutting my nose off to spite my face but I'm not going to call him.
(At least not yet.)
I really wish I didn't have kid care today. I totally wanna go crawl into bed and hide from the world. Or at least smoke a big fat bowl.
Ps. Little T has the CUTEST LAUGH EVER!!! It's like a mix of a baby's laugh and a hiccup. It's fucking adorable.
I get my reefer from the Terrorist's neighbors.
They're medical, and have some extremely potent shit.
The last batch I got I started referring to it as "sleepy weed" because the shit would knock you out. I've gotten used to there strong reefer and I understand that it's more potent than they average plant but this shit would have me asleep and drooling before I could finish a sentence. Because of this it took me a LONG time to finish it. I'm not a heavy smoker at all, I generally go through about a gram in a week and that's if I have people helping me but this shit took me about a month to a month and a half to get through.
Anyway, I re-upped yesterday.
After "adult time night"* before I went down and talked to the roommies, got some for myself and some for Lesley. Last night I got home and decided I was going to have one of my old Saturday nights.
Reefer, blogging, masturbation.
In that order. (Generally)
It was good stuff, as always, but it started to knock me out again. I don't know if it's because it was late and I was sleepy already but I hope this isn't some more sleepy weed, cause if it is I'm gonna be sad. Though I have to say, it doesn't give me the Bake Over that "sleepy weed" did.
Though I'm completely sick of work I've decided to give it another month or so. Partially because rumor has it they're gonna make me Asst. Manager and partially because Little T will be starting school soon and I know the T has no other options for child care. Plus if Little T is in school all day that would give me days as an option for work. I could find a day bartending gig somewhere. That sounds nice. (As long as It's not too early in the day.) And who knows? Maybe I'll like the Asst. Manager thing? I doubt it, but stranger things have happened. I'm going to talk to my general manager about it tomorrow and basically lay it all out to her. How in Sept I intend to find another job and that could mean that I might just cut my hours or possibly quit all together and that I can't take the Asst. Manager thing unless my schedule stays the same. We'll see what she says.
Today is Alex's last day. That makes me sad. And not just because I LOVE working after her because she gets EVERYTHING done and I don't have to stress but because she's an awesome kid and I'm gonna miss her. We've decided that today to celebrate her last day (or something) we're going to drink Kahlua and Tit Milk**. (She's breast feeding and somehow we got on the conversation about drinking it, what had started as a joke somehow turned into an actual thing.) We were talking about steaming it up and making a Cafe au Tit Milk but we don't know how it's going to handle the steaming process so instead we decided to do it cold.
Okay, my laundry is done (and has been for a few minutes now) so I should go fold it, go home and clean up all the non-kid friendly shit I've had out, then get ready for work.
*Which was fabulous by the way and has also reminded me why I never really have drunk sex. Though drunk sex is fun and all; alcohol makes you have to pee and when one (such as myself) already has a bladder the size of a peanut adding alcohol into the mix will take what could be a marathon session and cut it in half with a "dude, you've really gotta stop, I'm gonna pee myself."
**If I can get into work early enough (which i doubt will happen) most likely it'll be Coffee and Tit Milk.
Today we had planned to go downtown, wander around, see downtown stuff, eat at Maya's and other stuff.
It didn't happened. It was hot today and I was tired and uninspired and tired of being admired. (I'm kind of drunk on tiredness... or something)
Instead we went to the Rose Garden and the Japanese Gardens. (Maya's too)
The Rose garden sucks. I don't get its appeal. Yeah it's cool there are so many freakin' roses in one spot but it just kind of makes me wanna sneeze.
The Japanese Gardens are AWESOME.
Many photo's were taken some of which will be uploaded at a later point...
... instead I leave you with our three videos...
This is the first one... there's a bird. I say something at the end that we can't really figure out what it is.
Very exciting.
This is the second one. I don't really remember what it's about.
That's all for now. More to come later.
I'm very pissed off at this computer/IE even though it's probably most likely Operator Error. If the touch pad didn't have that thingy I wouldn't have made the freakin' error!! Anyway, I had a nice longish post (long enough that I'm really pissed I lost it) and now it's gone.
Its subject matter went something like this.
Disclaimer: I was disclaiming that I was stoned and blogging and not to get pissed off if I said something that offended you because I warned you and you'd have no right to bitch. I also threw in something about how the potency of marijuana has gone up like 10% or something in the past year. The white house did a study.
The next paragraph contained bits of rambling regarding a movie I just watched. The Piano Teacher. It really was a fucked up movie. It wasn't bad. It wasn't great either... mainly it was just fucked up.
I then went on to discuss how I stayed at the Terrorist's house last night. I mentioned we had sex. (Twice) I'm sore as fuck from it. I haven't been this sore from sex in a freakin long time. Oh well, It's all for the cause. I woke up around 2a, couldn't sleep, got up and hung out for a bit. Then the T got up, stumbled into the living room looking all cute and confused (and naked!) and asked "What the fuck happened?*"
After talking to him for a few minutes it was discovered that he didn't remember a good majority of the evening. Which I can't really say is a surprise from the way he was throwin' 'em back. Apparently he didn't remember any of the sex which kind of surprised me because I thought he would have at least remember the first round. Now, I'm very open with my friends and there have been a time or two (or twenty) when I've been asked for sex details. It's a question I've come to expect (especially when talking to Nathan) but it has to be said... it's a slightly odd feeling when you're being asked for the details that lead up to sex by the person who was instigating the sex. It kind of sucks that he can't remember it. Oh well, not that big of a deal. It really was some good sex though, he gets very aggressive when highly intoxicated, which, is awesome.
I'm dirty. I need to shower. I think Lesley is finally out of the bathroom
I think I got all the key points to the erased blog. I could have missed some. My brain's not exactly on top of it at the moment.
Fuck someone's in the bathroom again! Bastards! I need to shower! On a completely different note... I really miss my heating pad.
Okay I'm done.
*It should be mentioned (and was mentioned in the first version of this post) that we were drinking. He was drinking heavily, me, not so heavily.
It's 230am.
I should be asleep.
Disclaimer: I love my roommate. I by no means am the greatest roommate ever. At the moment I feel the need to vent. That's all this is... venting.
I could fucking kill her.
She knows that I have a week of FUCKING INSANELY EARLY shifts this week.
Yet she comes in at midnight, loud as all fuck, giggling and tee-heeing away.
Now, I'm not sure if that fact that she was loud pissed me off or the fact that she has the boy I haven't given a nick name to yet with her. I thought he was out of the picture. I see nothing good with him in her future. That is besides the point. I wont even focus on that. (Well, I'll try not to.)
She was all giggly and loud and what not so I yell to her.
She pop's her head and is still all giggly and loud which makes me think she's been drinking.
Now... I have no problem with drinking. Drink until your liver fall's out your ass. I don't fucking care. (That's not true but I try to convince myself I don't care because I have a few alcoholic friends and not caring is easier than trying to convince them of what they already know.) Anyway... my problem with Lesley drinking... she has a tendency to drive while drunk...which is just fucking insanely stupid.
That might have something to do with why I'm pissed.
Or it could be because when she woke me up at midnight I couldn't get back to sleep until like 130a.
My alarm went off at 2a.
Lesley, love, if you read this... I'm sure by the time you read this I'll be over it and it' mainly cause this is the "Megan's gonna be a cunt all week" week. But if you want to bribe me to make me forget... I like pho. :-)
We never got pho yesterday. Which could be a subconscious thing too.
Though I doubt it.
It could be.
I like to think I'm adult enough to realize that her mum is in town and that is more important than me getting pho.
I'm kind of shallow at times though.
I need to go shower and go to the job I'm pretty sure I'm going to fucking hate with every fiber of my being in about 2 months.
9am... I will be naping.
Yay 9am!!
I'm leaning to much to get to the keyboard. It's making my Rhomboids (i think) stretch to much. They're getting angry.
It's 330a.
I'm tired.
About 3 hours ago I decided to go to bed. Took a shower (first of the day) put on my favorite Pj's, crawled into bed and turned on some "Dead Like Me." 45 minutes later I was just about asleep, 47 minutes later I was wide awake. (What happened in between is when Lesley got home with her..."Friend"... and they were a little giggly and drunk and it woke me up.)
I figured, Fuck It. I'm awake... so I got up and talked to them for a bit. Then Chris called and he was just getting off work so we decided to hang out. I went, picked him up, came back here. He got me stoned which isn't helping my tummy as much as I hoped it would. (I've been illish all day.) Now he's showering and I'm doing internety things. I sent out 2 resumes! Yeah... I know it's not a lot but fuck, give me a break its 330a.
Tomorrow I'm going to drop off a cover letter/resume to Caldera. I hope they hire me. Even if it's only part time. I need something! Anything! I'm getting broke!
My tummy hurts.
Okay he's out. I'm going to pass the keyboard along. I mean, it is his computer after all, I guess he should use it once and awhile.
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