razorshimmy

Well, was mildly pissed off after work Monday, mainly because of the usual flake-age of friends. Most of the time I'm mildly annoyed at my friends tendencies to say their going to do one thing, then do another at the last minute, but I'm adaptable enough that I can roll with it and have a good time. However, this was one of the times that I decided it was just a bit too much, and said, "Fuck it, I'm doing what I feel like, even if nobody else is going, and they all invite me to other places." Which is what I did. And I was fairly pissed off the whole time.
Then last night I went to a club, my first real "Hollywood" club, where there was some sort of lingerie show. I don't know, I just know I had four drinks and it cost me upwards of fifty dollars, so I think I'll do without the club scene for a while. As per usual, I spent a lot of time talking to women and not a lot of time getting anywhere in particular with them. Then I fell down in the street and cut my hand. Then I had French Toast. I don't really remember anything else, just that I woke up in my bed in my underwear with the lights still on at about 10:30 today, with a killer hangover, and went back to sleep until the afternoon.
That's pretty much it. Today I had a crepe and played Smash Brothers with my soon-to-be-departed housemate. Another nothing weekend, doing very little of importance. Still need to find a new place to live. Been too damn lazy.