Fashion Fact:
I can make a mock turtleneck from Land's End look good. Oh yeah, I'm just THAT dashing.
In other news:
I edited almost every comment in every journal and board that I have ever done. Good thing I've only been a member for a week or so. I have my reasons, and you probably won't even notice. Sorry for being boring, if you want to jettison me like so much deadwood I would understand.
ON A COMPLETELY RELATED NOTE:
Last night I went out and got wasted with my good friend Brian and his brother Brendan. They are both America's heroes in the FDNY. Yay. They fight fires and I wear mock turtle necks and talk to bored college freshmen about how capitalism is eating itself as evidenced by 50 Cent and Britney Spears and how that relates to the fall of second wave feminism. college girls binge drinking and young boys killing themselves and failing out of school.
Yeah so anyway we get bombed and go from Brooklyn to Queens to Manhattan then I go back to BK. In the City I saw my friend Nicole (who totally fucking rocks) at her bar 7B which is a cool place if you come to NYC but it's the kind of place where I never leave until after closing and everyone is always drunk, especially me, it's just easy to get drunk there. And when I get drunk it is VERY HARD TO TEACH the next day.
I also feel like I was a real asshole all night and everyone hates me and I have this feeling like someone is just going to walk up and punch me and I want another drink to "steady" myself but that is the 1950s bullshit alkie that lives in the evil half of my brain and I can't let that cowboy loose. The worst thing is that I did the thing I hate doing drunk which is got into a tattoo contest which is so fucking lame but some skinny dink with a 2 inch spider on his arm was all bragging and then this runaway homeless girl from Chicago (don't ask) who says she's going be a SG soon undoes her shirt and has some very cool shit and then here's me being an a-hole doing the same. I hate that.
Enough gushing like a 16 y/o girl doing some dear diary shit. I hate that I am such a sterotypical blog addicted a-hole too. Look at me! So stupid.
ps-- if I have depressed you, I apologize and I will owe you two prozac's or one shot of whiskey for doing so, which ever you prefer.
I can make a mock turtleneck from Land's End look good. Oh yeah, I'm just THAT dashing.
In other news:
I edited almost every comment in every journal and board that I have ever done. Good thing I've only been a member for a week or so. I have my reasons, and you probably won't even notice. Sorry for being boring, if you want to jettison me like so much deadwood I would understand.
ON A COMPLETELY RELATED NOTE:
Last night I went out and got wasted with my good friend Brian and his brother Brendan. They are both America's heroes in the FDNY. Yay. They fight fires and I wear mock turtle necks and talk to bored college freshmen about how capitalism is eating itself as evidenced by 50 Cent and Britney Spears and how that relates to the fall of second wave feminism. college girls binge drinking and young boys killing themselves and failing out of school.
Yeah so anyway we get bombed and go from Brooklyn to Queens to Manhattan then I go back to BK. In the City I saw my friend Nicole (who totally fucking rocks) at her bar 7B which is a cool place if you come to NYC but it's the kind of place where I never leave until after closing and everyone is always drunk, especially me, it's just easy to get drunk there. And when I get drunk it is VERY HARD TO TEACH the next day.
I also feel like I was a real asshole all night and everyone hates me and I have this feeling like someone is just going to walk up and punch me and I want another drink to "steady" myself but that is the 1950s bullshit alkie that lives in the evil half of my brain and I can't let that cowboy loose. The worst thing is that I did the thing I hate doing drunk which is got into a tattoo contest which is so fucking lame but some skinny dink with a 2 inch spider on his arm was all bragging and then this runaway homeless girl from Chicago (don't ask) who says she's going be a SG soon undoes her shirt and has some very cool shit and then here's me being an a-hole doing the same. I hate that.
Enough gushing like a 16 y/o girl doing some dear diary shit. I hate that I am such a sterotypical blog addicted a-hole too. Look at me! So stupid.
ps-- if I have depressed you, I apologize and I will owe you two prozac's or one shot of whiskey for doing so, which ever you prefer.
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nursesugar:
What do you teach and where???
judypatricia:
No, my small, whiny outburst was totally sober. I have never been drunk in my life. Not trying to be a dick here, totally serious. 