i went to bed on thursday night at about 10 after cussing out the tv because grey's anatomy has gotten so STUPID. izzy's sleeping with her dead fiance. and i wake up after 10 hours of sleep like normal. no seriously i sleep 10 hours every night and ive convinced myself that if i get an odd number hours i need to go back to sleep because i'll remain tired all day. who knows where it came from but i can't get over it. maybe its part of my ADD or maybe i'll just blame it on my ADD because thats easy. anyway so i wake up and ponder going to the gym and quickly get over that idea bc i want a cup of coffee. however, my SFAD coffee maker is broken and SUCKS. so i put a hat on (i looked so homeless) and made my way to starbucks where I stare at everyone that comes in. kmo would probably say i had an ugly look on my face and my jaw dropped down sizing them up way too hard. i eat their oatmeal and want to immediately vomick it up. how do you mess up oatmeal?
i then head home to shower because i have to work at the fairgrounds for the xmas show. can you even imagine the things i could write about from that show? i get all ready and get there and someone else is covering the shift. i'm slightly relieved but then i quickly am reminded i have NOTHING to do now. i guess i could work but i'm going on working 5 hours this week so I should probably stick with it. i then drive in circles for about an hour until an ex boyfriend calls and asks if i want to have lunch. i turn him down and listen to his ridiculous story about what kind of medication he needs to be on before he loses his new girlfriend, bible girl. i laugh and then get off the phone moving onto what i'm really going to do next. i think i drive in a few more circles before i head over to my dad's townhouse. i get there and immediately my throat clogs and swells from the smell. i pack a few things and get the fcuk out of there. i head home and am greeted by my 4 lb dog that i so dearly love who has mbo'ed everywhere.
its now close to 4 o'clock and i've done nothing. i have this game i play in my head everyday its that i can't come home before 3:30 because I feel like i didn't accomplish anything so its 4 now and i can come home and watch oprah. and boy was it a good one. SEX was the topic and i then was immediately reminded that i'm not having sex but i watch it anyway. good tips if you want them go to www.oprah.com
somewhere in that time frame i get a call from one of my girlfriends my 30/30 girlfriend who is having a problem. see she and i decided that we had too many friends that were 55/5's. that means they talk for 55 minutes about their lives and all the bs going on with them and then for the last 5 minutes they ask you if you are alright. its immediatley followed up with a "i'm sorry i have to run the kids are calling me". i'm sure you have some of them. so we talk and laugh about cafe asia where she's just been getting her hair done and get off the phone.
somewhere between 6 and 10 i lose it via text firing off a whole bunch of "hate mail" texts to my 'boy other'. things go sour quickly.
its about 10 and i get a text from my best guy friend who is already about 10 washington apples deep. he calls to tell me that he and his guy rooommates are having a 1st ever roommate night while laughing hard in the phone. riiiight. then he proceeds to tell me way too much info about his sex life (with his virgin gf) from the night before. more friends arrive and he tries to maintain 10 conversations forgetting i'm even on the phone. i then get off the phone and i go to sleep. waking up to a picture text from RG titled "rt's cd collection" its looks like this.
i laugh and get out of bed.
i heaad to the gym and then am meeting a girlfriend for coffee. on the way i get a phone call from one of my good guy friends. he asks me to move to nyc and get married "getting on with our lives" he claims. he tries to convince me that we are in the same places in life and he thinks it would be a great idea. meanwhile ive told him a thousand times absolutely not. not to mention hes in a relationship with a girl we've nicknamed 80 bars and i'm in something that i'm not sure how to label it. i end that convo. a few hours later he sends me a text saying "i just cleared out my closet for some space for when you move up here with me". i mean seriously what the heck is going on here. i say no Glenn i am not moving to NYC with you.
i put my house on the rental market sometime in the afternoon and then meet the carpet guy. i head home shortly after to get a text from some number i have no idea who it is. it says this "so a ham sandwich walks into the bar and orders a beer. the bartender says sorry we don't serve food here! lets get drinks soon!" i find out it one of k's friends and respond back. he then says "does that mean we can be valentines?" lol. its only november and i'm only able to concentrate on 1 thing in my life at this point. i'm sorry but i dont think i can be your valentine. just in the small chance you are reading this here is your shout out.
its now 5 and i'm meeting a gf for drinks tonight. gee can't wait to go out in exciting frederick just to see all the people from high school that you never wanted to run into to begin with. probably won't end up going and i'll be in bed at 10 on the dot again tonight.
ugh i need the girls back. steve did you buy our plane tickets yet? oh did i say that? i mean umm did you research them for us?
xoxo, m1 sisterhood 4eva....
2 comments:
"For his homework assignment, Dr. Berman wants Shawn to look at his wife's vulva."
i'm really glad you had us look at the oprah sex section.
We need to catch up. I miss you :) I feel so out of the loop all the way in VB...
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