Why didn't I get to go on my date with Mr. Dreamy?
He sat outside for a few minutes and I didn't hear him. And thanks to being poor, I have no phone for him to get ahold of me on.
I had a pretty eventful week..
It was a good ending to a very filled week.
Only worked 3 days last week and only one day was a full 8 hour day.
I got to spend time with some friends I haven't seen in a very long time.
Spent some quality time at home, watching movies.
Worked on some homework.
Maybe I will stop procrastinating so much, and not wait until the last minute to finish 6 weeks worth of work this time..
But probably won't..
I won't ever change..
Well at least I don't ever stop procrastinating..
These are just a few pictures from Courtany's boyfriend's kids' birthday party. I think I did a pretty good job. The 2 boys are his and the older one is his.
Let's see...for starters, I should be fucking drunk from last night still or at least have one bad fucking hang over.
Guy at Taphouse looked at my vertical I.D. for...about 2 minutes and then slapped a wrist band on my arm. What a complete fucking idiot. Well, I was excited and had to celebrate with these drinks of choice all within an hour (yes, I said within an hour of each other, like a fucking idiot):
Vodka and lemonade
Jack and coke
Long Island ice tea
2 Sex on the Beaches
This caused a lot of stopping on the way home...
I puked in the parking lot.
I puked on the freeway.
I puked in a church parking lot.
I puked on fuller.
And, finally, I puked in my own toilet.
