Ever been too tired to sleep? Yeah, that's pretty much been me for the last week. I dunno if it's the heat (I've been sleeping in next to nothing to avoid sweating in bed. 
That's a big Ew if it's not for any reason other than it's just too fucking hot!) I've actually been having this reaccuring dream that I've been wrecking my car. In one dream, I acutally die and in spirit attend my viewing and funeral. So strange... 
But, that sort of anxiety and a heightened stress level at work, I think attributed to my lack of sleep AND my lil cold that I caught early last week.
Oh, and last weekend....what a blast! It was total chaos and quite the debauchle, but DAMN makes for great story telling.
Went into downtown baltimore to see Leftover Crack and The Subhumans play at the Ottobar. Just so's ya know, the Ottobar is in somewhat of a grungy part of town. Not somewhere any ol' gal would like to be caught walking alone....Well, the group that i was with and I had decided it would be absolutely brilliant AND thrifty to drink from the loads of booze at my house before heading out there. Needless to say, we were all a little out of our minds, and even the driver who doesn't drink, well, he didn't exactly pass around when they were burning one down!!! From what i can remember (and these details ARE somewhat up for debate amongst the group) my Freind C had handed her boyfreind S the key to the car to hold. Why we didn't just have the Designated driver, D, hold the key is beyond me, but again, dealing with five drunk and stoned retards was never easy.
So, we have a fucking amazing time, slamming around in the pit, drinking the over priced beer we vowed at my house we WOULD NOT buy. It was fucking fantastic! After the LC set, we wanted to go out to the car and light it up again. Well, the sky opened up and the heavens came pouring down on us with a fury like no other. We were drenched and stumbling trying to get to the car, S shoving his hands in his pockets looking for the key. But, alas, no key. Not anywhere. Not in a pocket. Not in a wallet. Not in a Bra....Fucked at this point.
Frantic, sopping wet with water and dizzy, C and I also need to pee. While spending probably about an hour looking all around the car, blinking in between rain drops and running mascara, our bladders felt the urge to constantly remind us that we drank WAY too much. Ah! We see an ally. An ally in which we shall pee.....
So, we popped a squat, but then came the hard part. Getting those fucking wet jeans back up our legs. No easy task. In fact, after being bare assed and helping C with hers, I make an attempt at mine, and get what was a mere 1/4 of an inch hole near the back pocket turned into a full blown tear, completely revealing my hot pink panties to the rest of our gang.
So, after S tried to save the day by slamming his hand through the passenger side window, finding only a soggy joint, now glass ladden, he called a freind from Rockville to pick us up, and another to tow the car.
When our limo arrived, it was being led by a loud mouthed, drugged out, tall red head who obvioulsy needed some pussy. He was not happy about our sending for him because he had apparently been taking oxy's all night, drinking heavily, and waiting for his booty call to get off of work so he could "bust a nut in that ass". So, to make matters worse, he opens up his hatch to, oh yes, none other than a pick up truck and insists me and one of the other boys get in. But not to worry about the gasoline smell. The spill had happened about a week earlier, and all we needed to do was just keep the back hatch open and the side vents slid to the side. At this point, I am sobbering up, but C insisted, in her drunken slur, that she direct the red head back to frederick....
Well, we get to frederick only to find C had left her keys to her apt. in the car that was in baltimore with her boyfriend still waiting for the tow truck. Again, Fucked! So, we cruise to my house, pick up the rest of the beer, and by the time we get back to her pad, lover boy is home, with keys in tow. We basically ended the night with some serious bong hits and luke warm beer...
Also, this weekend was rather insane in the way of physical activity. My friend and I moved her shit into storage. That's right, it was moving day!!! Never have I seen a more unorganized individual.
Total mess. BUT there was loads of beer, so it made it go faster. I just kinda went into auto pilot, or well even retard mode and just moved shit. I saw it and thought, ok, move it. Just fucking move it....and keep moving. Don't stop. Ok, well, only for a beer. But then keep moving....Oh, and I got a semi free bed outta the deal too. HOPEFULLY this will improve my sleeping patterns, but we aren't making any promises, the bed and I. 
Oh, and edited to inform yuo all that I thinkI may need glasses here soon
That's a big Ew if it's not for any reason other than it's just too fucking hot!) I've actually been having this reaccuring dream that I've been wrecking my car. In one dream, I acutally die and in spirit attend my viewing and funeral. So strange... But, that sort of anxiety and a heightened stress level at work, I think attributed to my lack of sleep AND my lil cold that I caught early last week.
Oh, and last weekend....what a blast! It was total chaos and quite the debauchle, but DAMN makes for great story telling.
Went into downtown baltimore to see Leftover Crack and The Subhumans play at the Ottobar. Just so's ya know, the Ottobar is in somewhat of a grungy part of town. Not somewhere any ol' gal would like to be caught walking alone....Well, the group that i was with and I had decided it would be absolutely brilliant AND thrifty to drink from the loads of booze at my house before heading out there. Needless to say, we were all a little out of our minds, and even the driver who doesn't drink, well, he didn't exactly pass around when they were burning one down!!! From what i can remember (and these details ARE somewhat up for debate amongst the group) my Freind C had handed her boyfreind S the key to the car to hold. Why we didn't just have the Designated driver, D, hold the key is beyond me, but again, dealing with five drunk and stoned retards was never easy.
So, we have a fucking amazing time, slamming around in the pit, drinking the over priced beer we vowed at my house we WOULD NOT buy. It was fucking fantastic! After the LC set, we wanted to go out to the car and light it up again. Well, the sky opened up and the heavens came pouring down on us with a fury like no other. We were drenched and stumbling trying to get to the car, S shoving his hands in his pockets looking for the key. But, alas, no key. Not anywhere. Not in a pocket. Not in a wallet. Not in a Bra....Fucked at this point.
Frantic, sopping wet with water and dizzy, C and I also need to pee. While spending probably about an hour looking all around the car, blinking in between rain drops and running mascara, our bladders felt the urge to constantly remind us that we drank WAY too much. Ah! We see an ally. An ally in which we shall pee.....
So, we popped a squat, but then came the hard part. Getting those fucking wet jeans back up our legs. No easy task. In fact, after being bare assed and helping C with hers, I make an attempt at mine, and get what was a mere 1/4 of an inch hole near the back pocket turned into a full blown tear, completely revealing my hot pink panties to the rest of our gang.
So, after S tried to save the day by slamming his hand through the passenger side window, finding only a soggy joint, now glass ladden, he called a freind from Rockville to pick us up, and another to tow the car.
When our limo arrived, it was being led by a loud mouthed, drugged out, tall red head who obvioulsy needed some pussy. He was not happy about our sending for him because he had apparently been taking oxy's all night, drinking heavily, and waiting for his booty call to get off of work so he could "bust a nut in that ass". So, to make matters worse, he opens up his hatch to, oh yes, none other than a pick up truck and insists me and one of the other boys get in. But not to worry about the gasoline smell. The spill had happened about a week earlier, and all we needed to do was just keep the back hatch open and the side vents slid to the side. At this point, I am sobbering up, but C insisted, in her drunken slur, that she direct the red head back to frederick....
Well, we get to frederick only to find C had left her keys to her apt. in the car that was in baltimore with her boyfriend still waiting for the tow truck. Again, Fucked! So, we cruise to my house, pick up the rest of the beer, and by the time we get back to her pad, lover boy is home, with keys in tow. We basically ended the night with some serious bong hits and luke warm beer...
Also, this weekend was rather insane in the way of physical activity. My friend and I moved her shit into storage. That's right, it was moving day!!! Never have I seen a more unorganized individual.
Total mess. BUT there was loads of beer, so it made it go faster. I just kinda went into auto pilot, or well even retard mode and just moved shit. I saw it and thought, ok, move it. Just fucking move it....and keep moving. Don't stop. Ok, well, only for a beer. But then keep moving....Oh, and I got a semi free bed outta the deal too. HOPEFULLY this will improve my sleeping patterns, but we aren't making any promises, the bed and I.
Oh, and edited to inform yuo all that I thinkI may need glasses here soon
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you're an awesome gal and i cant wait to see ya again!!
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