Whatever, fuck you all. I organized my kitchen counters and sort of half-assedly cleaned my fridge. I discovered delicious beer in my fridge and now I'm drinking it. So much for cleaning Saturday.
Maybe you should just call it a day and start over tomorrow? 12 am is pretty fucking late to keep at it. (I'm a bad influence!)
So, the school I went to has a reputation for being pur-etty gay - as in the unofficial slogan was "gay by May" and the Duck tours would drive past and you could hear the tour guide calling it the fruit basket. Earlier tonight, I went to a reading about gay stuff at a feminist bookstore because two of my friends were reading, and it was like a fucking reunion. There were maybe 5 people in the whole audience (of about 30 or so) who weren't an alumni, like the store had sent up a bat signal saying GAY STUFF RIGHT HERE. It was hilarious. And I'm going to a queer dance party this week, too. Pretty sure I'm being recruited.
Um, I should've gotten another bottle of wine. I just had 2 glasses and I'm out of alcohol. This is a damn shame. Fuck.
Also, I almost forget there for a moment how fucking much I hate the cold and how I've basically almost died a couple of times from being too cold after this awesomely mild winter. It was in the thirties, maybe late twenties tonight. I got home a half an hour ago and I'm still cartoonishly shivering. I'm so glad I didn't have to deal with that being the norm, or considered high. Yeah, I just talked about the weather.
fuck you, producer telling me it's a 4am call time less than 12 hours before you want us to begin. asshole
Is Frankie Edgar the least threatening looking MMA champion ever? He looks like he should have a disdainful expression on his face as he kicks teens out of the ball pit at Chuck-E-Cheese.
Well, it seems I've finally overcome my hangover from last night. After a shit ton of drama unfolded, which I was uncommonly close to sober while dealing with that. Might fire up some CoD since I'm now awake. And working on a decent buzz.
I hate when I don't notice that The Soup is over and I've accidentally been watching Chelsea Handler for the past 10 minutes.