(Notice the cat in the background)
The salon's grand re-opening is on the 23rd during the car show...
I have major anxiety tonight and I have no clue why.
I was listening to Hit 'Em Up earlier, it reminded me of the night I learned how to take a proper bong rip, after chugging a water bottle full of vodka...and then getting my first lightshow ever, to Skrillex- Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites...makes me miss Catwoman and Satan.
Wanna hear about all the guys who suddenly miss me?
Southern Boy stayed up all night with me, talking about so much random shit (he's living in North Carolina again).
Satan was busy (which is code for either 'in a bad mood' or 'still mad that I missed his call two nights in a row').
Southern Boy was drunk tonight...meh, like usual, I guess.
I talked to Fork earlier too, he loves my hair and was also drunk.
He lost a bet and had to shave half of his head, I'm trying to convince him to get a Mohawk...
What else....?
That one guy I dated freshman year asked me how I was, said we should hang out sometime, and called me his "little sis" (I kinda do think of him like an older brother).
That one kid I dated junior year called me beautiful and said he's sure tons of hopeful nerds would want to play tabletop RPGs with me (he always flirts with me, so that's normal...but bleh).
And I've been talking to this other guy (I might've mentioned him before, but he's pretty bad at conversations so they die quickly), he's pretty chill though...if he sent me something other than one word answers.
Fork called me his lover today...but he always calls me "my love" and stuff like that, I guess it's not that weird.
I'm taking this pretty slow anyway....
Also since we're in the land of ex-boyfriends; that one kid that I dated a long time ago and then went on a few dates with last year has been talking to me...guess what?!
He's still a douchebag.
Some things never change, but I found a picture of us when we were like twelve years old and sent it to him...
I'm supposed to be doing laundry right now, but I got distracted.
Maybe I should just go to bed, since it's 2:00am.
What do AM and PM stand for anyway???
After-midnight and pre-midnight????
Like honestly.
My brain is tired, from discussing...literature, comics, economics, history, world culture, porn, 4chan, highschool, Meyers-Briggs personality profiles, human nature, Japanese language, cats, and a plethora of bad jokes; with Southern Boy...evidently.
(He's an INFP, in the event that you were curious).
I'm happy we've started talking again.
Um...I'm turning twenty at the end of this month.
And....I'm excited about Disneyland, but beyond that I could give a fuck about some day to mark how many pointless years I've spent on this planet.
Mister J says I'm a pessimist, not a realist.
I say that I need to stop drinking, Mister J says I'm "out of practice", Ivy says she thinks my liver is failing.
Who fucking knows?
Or cares for that matter...
I'm still wanting to write a post about manga, now is a good a time as any.
So Sukitte Ii Na Yo (did you catch all my previous dyslexic spelling errors?); I have a love/hate relationship with Megumi, I'm shipping Kai and Mei, and I'm waiting patiently for Chapter 44 to come out.
I was going to tell another story earlier (completely irrelevant, but because I've been listening to rap lately); about how The Jester discovered rap, it involved Newb...Satan and I thinking alike, and his infamous porch.
You do realize we won't talk for another month or a few, the anniversary of the day we met is coming up too (not that anyone needed to know that).
The energy has shifted, what I mean is the Mercury Retrograde or whatever weirdness was messing with the energy of our lives has gone away...I'm pretty sure everything is on its way back to normal.
I still have a scar on my knee from Kuma-kun's couch, of course I finally sat down and dealt with that breakup.
(It took me this long, because if I had tried to deal with it when it happened I would've had a nervous breakdown).
I haven't heard from him in awhile, doubt he still reads this, but I hope he's doing well.
Is that all?
Hmmm, I guess so...
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