"I'M SICK OF THESE!"
I guess I don't remember everything from the night before last because I don't remember shouting that while throwing little plastic wine glasses, for the gin fountain, at the wall as hard as I could. It makes sense, though, as I can certainly see myself expressing some misplaced anger, or at least frustration.
I'm pretty sure I do remember everything from last night. I only had three beer. Three too many, however, and now I have $20 until my next paycheque, but I'm not working yet, so who knows when that'll be. I guess I'll be getting the cash-back from H&R Block again this year, even though I really wanted to just do the tax returns myself.
Some people gave me a beer in an very strange way last night, so I didn't drink it. Something about just getting a pitcher and needing to leave and not wanting to waste it. But only two women were leaving, there were still two guys sharing the pitcher. They poured three glasses and walked away. I didn't get to actually see them drink from their glasses. One of the dudes was overheard telling his friends that "she plays in that band Dog Day" but he wouldn't even fucking talk to me when I tried to meet him and thank him for the sketch beer. Being as pathetic as I am, I had to find a way to ruin the beer to ensure that I wouldn't drink it later on in the night. So I peeled off the label of the Oland's on which I was short-changed (by a guy who was a regular customer of mine for years), fiddled with it in my hands for awhile (it's very awkward for me to just be one in a pack of girls*), folding it and unfolding it and rolling it into a little ball. Once I had dealt with some of my nervousness and the label was thoroughly wrinkled and smushed and gross, I dropped it into the draught.
I liked VKNGS. I should've worn my earplugs, but I was in a fuck it mood. I wear earplugs 27 times a month or something. I just didn't fucking care last night. Today, everything sounds like it's coming through a wall. Oh well.
I've made my bed, I'll lie in it.
This link is useless. I don't remember what the drama of three years ago was and the photo blog I started no longer exists.
*By that I mean that going out at all, like going to the grocery store, or anything I do right now, is very strange since I'm coming from a place I've never been.
I guess I don't remember everything from the night before last because I don't remember shouting that while throwing little plastic wine glasses, for the gin fountain, at the wall as hard as I could. It makes sense, though, as I can certainly see myself expressing some misplaced anger, or at least frustration.
I'm pretty sure I do remember everything from last night. I only had three beer. Three too many, however, and now I have $20 until my next paycheque, but I'm not working yet, so who knows when that'll be. I guess I'll be getting the cash-back from H&R Block again this year, even though I really wanted to just do the tax returns myself.
Some people gave me a beer in an very strange way last night, so I didn't drink it. Something about just getting a pitcher and needing to leave and not wanting to waste it. But only two women were leaving, there were still two guys sharing the pitcher. They poured three glasses and walked away. I didn't get to actually see them drink from their glasses. One of the dudes was overheard telling his friends that "she plays in that band Dog Day" but he wouldn't even fucking talk to me when I tried to meet him and thank him for the sketch beer. Being as pathetic as I am, I had to find a way to ruin the beer to ensure that I wouldn't drink it later on in the night. So I peeled off the label of the Oland's on which I was short-changed (by a guy who was a regular customer of mine for years), fiddled with it in my hands for awhile (it's very awkward for me to just be one in a pack of girls*), folding it and unfolding it and rolling it into a little ball. Once I had dealt with some of my nervousness and the label was thoroughly wrinkled and smushed and gross, I dropped it into the draught.
I liked VKNGS. I should've worn my earplugs, but I was in a fuck it mood. I wear earplugs 27 times a month or something. I just didn't fucking care last night. Today, everything sounds like it's coming through a wall. Oh well.
I've made my bed, I'll lie in it.
This link is useless. I don't remember what the drama of three years ago was and the photo blog I started no longer exists.
*By that I mean that going out at all, like going to the grocery store, or anything I do right now, is very strange since I'm coming from a place I've never been.
posted by crystal at
12:13 pm
2 Comments:
i started a new blog: http://maldrugada.blogspot.com/
i took the liberty of linking to you, i hope you don't mind. i'll remove it if you want.
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a.m., at 16/3/08 7:57 am
only if I get to link you back
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crystal, at 16/3/08 5:08 pm
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