miss_lady

I was trying to update yesterday, but I got too comfy typing on the laptop and poof! erased it all.

Everything is going well. I enjoyed meeting up w/ my friend Laura on Sun. who I've kind of been on the outs with since we tried working together earlier this year. Seems that I don't take well to being told what to do in a stupid part-time retail job or otherwise . I've told you before, people, don't work for a friend. We're back on track now, and she treated me to dinner at my favorite Thai restaurant. We were having a great time....until I passed out . Not eating enough all day+wine+"Thai hot" Pad Thai=Karen's goin' down. It's kind of funny now, and fortunately she was able to lead me out of there before my 5'9" body fell in front of everyone. She said that I told her "I'm sorry I'm such a jackass" but I don't remember. She put me in my truck and I gradually got feeling better. What's really funny is that I did this to her a year ago at a different restaurant, but that was under other circumstances: we got really high in the parking lot, and during dinner she started telling me about how when she donated blood it didn't go so well. Somewhere inbetween "they kept jabbing at the vein" and "I watched the blood slowly drip", I stood up, ran for the door, and passed out in a chair outside. Even though I got pierced "below the belt" sober in the middle of the day w/ no problem, I am a total wimp when it comes to getting blood drawn, or even hearing about it. I told Laura that when we hang out it can just be too much excitement for me, and sometimes I might pass out.

I walked over and saw my friend Keri's new place yesterday, and it's darling. She lives just one street over and we're so happy. I brought her roses and stargazer lilies, and some chocolate mousse cake. We've been friends for over 10 years, and even took a shot at being girlfriends! We're better as friends, and looking forward to powerwalking and/or drinking beer around the golf course every night. She's glad to have my husband as a nearby X-Box buddy, but I'll probably pass on that.

I need to make some business cards today downtown, and will probably swing by the artist formerly known as thefuckingdaddy's house while I'm there. Thank you those of you who have asked about him, I've passed that along. He's maintaining systems for a few companies in England from Orlando....or something. I only understand it to a certain extent, and he says it's too boring to explain anyway. Ok. He's quite an interesting guy, very absent-minded professor. I can't be around boring people.

Well, I guess I should get dressed, huh? I just want to take it easy, because I think my anxiety is creeping back a little. It's work-related, but isn't it always? Still, no Xanax for me, thanks. I just need to change my life instead, so off to make those business cards that say "Karen's House of Pain. Sorry, No Handjobs." or something to further my massage independence. It's happening, slowly. Thank you rich, stressed-out people of Orlando! I'm here to beat you up (in a good way).

Bye babies.