Another update from the bike shop. Yeah, ima fucken slacker. Deal with it.
I'm also hung over this lovely morning, thanks to a night of dancing and trying to duck the barely-legal boys my friend Michaela kept trying to throw my way in between her sessions of making out with the cutest guy there. 18+ dance parties are great for the college kids and all, and I appreciated them when I was under 21, but having to check boys' hands for big black X's to make sure they're old enough to hit on me is just..well.
Yes, I know it's legal. But I have a hard enough time relating to people a year or two younger than me, let alone 7. Yes, 18-year-olds are fucken 7 years younger than me. I am oldE.
Speaking of oldE, my birthday is in ten days. What are you getting me?
Seriously, though, I needed that night out. A night in a rock'n'roll club with tattooed boys to look at (even if the lovely ones were mostly attached to lovelier girls--art school demographics=lots of pretty girls and pretty gay boys and not too many straight ones, ya know?) and good music to dance to. I have a crush on the bartender at the Jinx now, and a cute girl who looked kinda like Sarah Jessica Parker told me I was beautiful. Always nice to hear.
I would just like it if my friend didn't tell me to "lower my standards!" after not hitting it off with the three guys she tried to force me into conversation with. Hey, I like what I like, and after a few of the gorgeous hunks o'man I've dated, why the eff should I settle?
I'm also hung over this lovely morning, thanks to a night of dancing and trying to duck the barely-legal boys my friend Michaela kept trying to throw my way in between her sessions of making out with the cutest guy there. 18+ dance parties are great for the college kids and all, and I appreciated them when I was under 21, but having to check boys' hands for big black X's to make sure they're old enough to hit on me is just..well.
Yes, I know it's legal. But I have a hard enough time relating to people a year or two younger than me, let alone 7. Yes, 18-year-olds are fucken 7 years younger than me. I am oldE.
Speaking of oldE, my birthday is in ten days. What are you getting me?
Seriously, though, I needed that night out. A night in a rock'n'roll club with tattooed boys to look at (even if the lovely ones were mostly attached to lovelier girls--art school demographics=lots of pretty girls and pretty gay boys and not too many straight ones, ya know?) and good music to dance to. I have a crush on the bartender at the Jinx now, and a cute girl who looked kinda like Sarah Jessica Parker told me I was beautiful. Always nice to hear.
I would just like it if my friend didn't tell me to "lower my standards!" after not hitting it off with the three guys she tried to force me into conversation with. Hey, I like what I like, and after a few of the gorgeous hunks o'man I've dated, why the eff should I settle?
boundcreature:
we need a coffee shop and less than 12 hours of driving distance between us... but, i do own a phone... so that's a step in the right direction.
boundcreature:
also, i forgot my ID the other night when i went to the show, so i had the big black x'es (still do actually, i can't get them off!) all night... so, you never know how many of those boys are underage and how many are just irresponsible and couldn't keep their ID in their wallet...