January 10, 2007
Uh-huh. So I’m really drunk right now. Liza and I went to play team trivia with our friend John and some of his friends, and then we went downtown, and we hung out with one girl who I used to be really good friends with in high school but I haven’t seen in a couple years, which was fun, but weird, and now I’m totally drunk.
S— is still being an ass. I texted him, and then IMed him about my keys, and he finally got back to me via IM that he hasn’t talked to his friend, and gave me his friend’s SN, and I IMed him back, like, “Well, it’s good that you gave me his screen name, because that way you and I won’t have to interact at all,” which may have been kind of bitchy, but what do I care, a) I’m drunk, and b) I’m not his biggest fan right now. Anwyway. then his away message auto responds to me or whatever, and it’s some stupid fucking song lyrics or something like, “Do you wanna be my lady? Are you my lady?” or something, and I’m all, dude, he better not have fucking moved on by now, because he was the one who called me and initiated everything (except possibly the blow job, because I’m a giving person and really drunk as I type this and I like penises or is it penii?) and he’d better not have a fucking new girlfriend, because I am not over him, because he treated me like shit and I still don’t have my fucking keys back.
Yeah, so I’m not going to delete this in the morning. I’m going to leave it up in all of it s drunken incoherent ramblings. I fucking hate S—, man, unless of course he calls me, in which case I’d probably be as pathetic as my dog and roll over and let him rub my belly and look at him with my eyes and beg him to like me.
I gave my number to the friend from high school who I mentioned earlier, and she keeps texting me, saying goodnight and she wants to hang out with me agian and stuff, and it’s nice to feel liked by someone who you thought didn’t like you anymore/didn’t care. I know she’s drunk (as am I) but it’s still nice to think she likes me again after all (my sparkling personality re-attacks), even if she goes abroad in like a week.
I need to sleep now, because Liza and I have to meet up wiht our best friend Dominique at some unholy hour tomorrow to have breakfast before Dominique goes back to college.
S— sucks, and my period is over, and I’m drunk and fucking horny, and I need a boyfriend.
Gah. I’m going to bed now. The honesty hurts my eyes.