I just can’t wait ’til Saturday
Last night I got stoned and wasted with Peepers (David Fooks-like-Books) and Plib (Paul G). They tried really hard to drag me out of the house so I can finally get laid–but you know, I just don’t put out for no one!
The reality was, I kicked them out of my house because I got a call from the West Virginian–and I was ready for it. I didn’t go to bed until 3am–this is the third night in the row that I had a late night convo with the act-for-love lover. Do you get the gist? Aargh, but he wants to meet up, and I have some reservations–I’m sure it will be a wonderful weekend of hooking up and fun romping, but do I really trust this guy to not be crazy? I tend to attract the weirdos, and I really don’t know anything about him save that he can get me really revved up within minutes of a brief, late night conversation!
So, I’m typing this, DRUNK off my ass. At ROz’s house. She’s out to dinner with her F-to-M friend "Alex" and I’m checknig email and getting ready to take a disco nap before going to Nathan’s and then later to Wonderland Bar. Maybe I will run into Mike? I bet I scared him with my super long message about where I’ll be this weekend when he had only asked if I wanted to hang out and what my plans were!
F*ck it. I’m drunk. Warm. Happy. The cat is happy. I’m tired. I’m off to finish painting my condo (I painted all of the walls green and brown with the help of the ever coolio, she of the brownie weekend, Wendy, http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=232835.
Tomorrow morning I’ll do bills, sober up, cook meals for the week’s lunch, organize my closet, get high with Domingo, and do some work so I can stay out late at Taint. I need to get laid.
March 20th, 2005 at 4:19 am
hey
was just surfin around the blogs when i “gladly” bumped into yours..nice reading ur thoughts and how u express them wildly..very entertaining 
keep it up..by the way…did u get laid that night? 
March 24th, 2005 at 1:40 am
I really dont know you, and I cant promise you wont think of me as weird. but, as I sit surfing the information ocean I come across your random blog…so I read your latest posting and “poof” the answer to all of your problems comes to me. At this point I stop and think…is this the time I should use that advice some girl gave me last week about sensoring myself. nah, so now I will get to the point. If you are sitting home drunk and stoned typing on a computer, then you can be clearly defined as a loser. however, there is a cure for your disease…all you must do is get off your ass and do something productive for a change. maybe instead of buying beer and pot you could buy a new pair of shoes to wear out to the club, or if dancing isn’t your scene, you could buy a little art and craft kit from walmart. pretty much what im saying is anything is better than doing drugs and typing by yourself on a computer