A drunken Valentine's Day is a Happy Valentine's Day
... At least it would be if I didn't have class at 9AM the next morning, heh.
Played Kings with some children upstairs after
... At least it would be if I didn't have class at 9AM the next morning, heh.
Played Kings with some children upstairs after
- getting cancelled on and fucked out of $225
- going out to dinner ALONE and having couples pause in between sushi to ask how I'm doing that night
- nearly stabbing said annoying couples with wooden chopsticks
- getting mindfucked by most recent exboyfriend
Vodka is not Caty's friend. Well, it is, but after falling over Jimmy's roommate Buck [... yes, his name is Buck], and drunk dialing said exboyfriend and NEARLY drunk dialing very cute boy from my Minimalism class, Vodka and I didn't hang out too well.
The hangover the next morning, however, was hilarious for the critique . No, really, the teacher laughed because I still showed up and was hung over. I should've just slept in.
BUT I got paid. And will probably go talk to someone at IST about a tattoo.
... And I'm listening to Hootie and the Blowfish. What the hell happened to them?
Tip of the cap on the probably tattoo. I really want to get a tattoo but my commitment issues make it very hard for me to come up with a design and stick with it. Sometimes I pretend that I have a tattoo in a place where I can not see it just so I can see if I would be happy with the design. Sadly I always end up realising that I am just pretending and feel rather silly.