I've discovered my newest pop-punk guilty pleasure. In the My Chemical Romance vein (I'm still not sorry I bought that cd), I'm listening to Fall Out Boy. Better lyrics. Still shitty pop-punk. The real punk in me is crying with shame, but my butt is still dancing around to my computer speakers. Funny, the divide there. Maybe it'll be the Misfits next, so I don't feel like quite so much of a loser before I go to sleep.
A kid I work with talked me into celebrating the 4th at a party at his house. At 7:00 am, I found myself sitting on his front porch, wearing a wet shirt, someone else's pants and a completely ludicrous amount of cat hair, having waited an hour and a half for a cab to come pick me the fuck up from his house. I'm not going to lie, a damn good time was had. I drank beer for the first time in a long time. I try to avoid the stuff. I'm a hard liquor girl myself. I mean, if I want to be drunk, I get straight to the point, ordinarily., But I mean, if there's a party, and that's all that's in front of me, then, you know, I'll rise to the occasion. Alcohol just isn't my poison in general. Truly my father's daughter, I am a stoner through and through. However, I am also a very happy drunk. Coming from a family history of alcoholism, though, I try to pace myself.
I was supposed to do about eight important things today, and I did none of them. Welcome to my life. I'll make a list for tomorrow. You know, when I go to the tattoo parlor and am there all day. So responsible I can't stand it.
I can feel myself sinking deeper into affection. God, I fall in love with such ease it actually amazes me. Not that I define this as love. I define this, actually, as my need for the affection that I'm not getting. But he's so very cute. So very, very cute, and so very, very not interested in me.
The way of the world kind of sucks sometimes.
A kid I work with talked me into celebrating the 4th at a party at his house. At 7:00 am, I found myself sitting on his front porch, wearing a wet shirt, someone else's pants and a completely ludicrous amount of cat hair, having waited an hour and a half for a cab to come pick me the fuck up from his house. I'm not going to lie, a damn good time was had. I drank beer for the first time in a long time. I try to avoid the stuff. I'm a hard liquor girl myself. I mean, if I want to be drunk, I get straight to the point, ordinarily., But I mean, if there's a party, and that's all that's in front of me, then, you know, I'll rise to the occasion. Alcohol just isn't my poison in general. Truly my father's daughter, I am a stoner through and through. However, I am also a very happy drunk. Coming from a family history of alcoholism, though, I try to pace myself.
I was supposed to do about eight important things today, and I did none of them. Welcome to my life. I'll make a list for tomorrow. You know, when I go to the tattoo parlor and am there all day. So responsible I can't stand it.
I can feel myself sinking deeper into affection. God, I fall in love with such ease it actually amazes me. Not that I define this as love. I define this, actually, as my need for the affection that I'm not getting. But he's so very cute. So very, very cute, and so very, very not interested in me.
The way of the world kind of sucks sometimes.