bekindtomonkeys

I had an interesting time this weekend. I went to the fair Saturday afternoon (after hours of delays due to waiting around for people, you know the routine) with three of my friends: George, Sarah, and Ashley. George is a gay Hispanic dude, Sarah's my long-lost twin (we're both turning 21 on 10/30, slightly dorky, and way into music), and Ashley's a skinny black little thing who's mostly white on the inside. I love them all. We had a great time at the fair, including me riding one attraction that set me back a full sheet of 20 tickets (10 dollars). But alas, I somehow lost my keys (it probably helped that I had smoked a bowl or two beforehand) and they could not be found. Not at all. Luckily, I had a spare car key in my wallet (I had driven us all out there). By the end of the night, my depression was really, really starting to kick in, coupled with the anxiety about my lost keys (I permanently lost another set about 3-4 months back at Edgefest, so I was expecting the worst). I got to spend the night with Ashley, and it was nice to cuddle with somebody I really care about...friends with benefits rule sometimes. The next day (yesterday) I went out to Lewisville to do some landscaping at my dad's work partner's place. I had not taken a shower and was still wearing the clothes from the fair the day before. It sucked. Afterward, I drove the 20 miles back to Denton before remembering I needed to call the fair, so I did. They had found my keys. When I went to pick them up (and even when I put in a lost key report the night before), I was reminded of why I personally have a grudge against cops, much like the general populace. They're assholes. Something intrinsic to the profession of law enforcement officer provides that the average cop is a fucking cockhole. But I got my keys back, and the dude out in the parking lot was kind enough to refund my 10 bucks. I would've left him a couple, but I had...10 bucks. One bill.

In other news, a GIRL made a pass at ME and I was, as per usual, quite teh fucking obliviousness. She was a really cute lady, probably two or three years older than me, with a sexy pierced lip. She was operating The Heart Breaker, which was 10 tickets. I was still mildly stoned when we got on that ride, so it took me a couple of seconds to count out my tickets, then I questioned whether I had handed over enough. She counted and nodded then quickly said "Wait!" and slowly ripped off the corner of one of the tickets before handing it to me. Total fucking flirt move. I just smiled and said, "Thank you" and stepped aside. Gah gah gah. Then I psyched myself up by thinking about it and my friends started pressuring me to go get her number and I just could not. My depression had also kicked in at this point, and I didn't have my keys, so bleh. It was bad - I had to call up my dealer and go buy some MORE from him after stocking up the previous day simply because I was locked out of my apartment and couldn't access my stash. I was willing to do anything to prevent my night from being ruined. A nice big bowl chilled my brain out and I had some McDonald's fries before crawling into bed with my black lover. God, I love to cuddle.