39 hours smoke free - but who's counting?
Why the fuck I ever decided to do this during my company's year end is beyond me. Damn. Luckily (sorta) I feel like hell today, so don't feel like lighting up. I have to say the worst moments so far were when I was being peppered with ass emails yesterday, and driving home up 128 last night. The Me First and the Gimme Gimmes show was INCREDIBLE last night. Love them! Crowd wasn't real big on the country stuff - but what the hell? Save a horse, ride a Gimme!
Haven't seen The BSO (big, snuggly one) since Sunday. He's busy studying, and I'm busy being a nicotine withdrawing bitch. Separating for this week will likely save our relationship. In all honesty, I got pretty bitchy last week, pre-nicfit. Well, the heat went out at my house FIVE FRIGGING TIMES between Wednesday and Saturday. The irony of the fact I kicked a plumber out last month has not escaped me. However, I did not call him for help. No sir. All I have is my dignity...LOL....I vote to keep it. So what if I'm poverty stricken for Christmas? At least...I....didn't.....ask....for....help. (Insert stubborn Irish comment here)
So, does nicotine withdrawal make you senile? Because the last two days I've woken up...confused. As if I'd been drinking REALLY heavily the night before, but, for a change, I had not. I was seriously wondering where I was, how I got home, and if I'd made an ass of myself. (not that I need to be drunk to do that, but, you know what I'm sayin')
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Margaritas + beer + carrot cake + after 5 + apple martini + Jagermeister & Goldschlager
Ugh. I think I'm still drunk. Whoever created the Jagerschlager is a sick motherfucker. I talked to The Music Man yesterday. He's getting divorced from my now ex-friend, Blackout. Seems she woke him up one day and said "I want a divorce. Lawyer up." No shit, I couldn't make this stuff up. So. The Music Man calls me, and sounded so damn deflated. He's such a strong, speak your mind kinda dude. She hurt him. I may hurt her. Anyhow, my ex was heading to my house to pick up the rest of his stuff last night, so I met MM for Chili's and a couple of Petron and Grand Marnier margaritas. Poor MM...his tale of woe...then Jethro called (that would be the big snuggly one)and he was all happy and wondering what I was doing. I told him I'd see him around 8. By the time I got there, whatever happened at the meeting had wrecked his mood and stolen his mojo. :( So, he went home. I did not. Ex-Gov and Maybelline came in, and she had won some money. So she started buying drinks and shots and shots and drinks for everyone. Ex-Gov's dad died. He's not in a good way, and the General wanted to shut him off. At last call, I could have and should have gone home. But no, the Gout wanted to go to the bad bar. I said okee dokee, as long as he drove. He did. I got an apple martini, and some young pups were hitting on me and the D. They convinced us to try the Jagerschlager thing. UCK! Fucking NASTY. I tried to do it, I really did. Then I got up - and promptly puked. Well, not promptly - I made it to the bathroom anyhow. Sweet Jesus, though. LOL...the D just called. Said she's never been sicker in her life. The shots that puppychow made us try were called Liquid Coke. Bleah. She called to find out if she made an ass out of herself. I had been somewhat worried - she did just kind of vanish and stuff. I made the bartender promise not to tell Jethro his new girl poured herself in there at last call. And tonight is dart night...good Lord..... ;)
Ugh. I think I'm still drunk. Whoever created the Jagerschlager is a sick motherfucker. I talked to The Music Man yesterday. He's getting divorced from my now ex-friend, Blackout. Seems she woke him up one day and said "I want a divorce. Lawyer up." No shit, I couldn't make this stuff up. So. The Music Man calls me, and sounded so damn deflated. He's such a strong, speak your mind kinda dude. She hurt him. I may hurt her. Anyhow, my ex was heading to my house to pick up the rest of his stuff last night, so I met MM for Chili's and a couple of Petron and Grand Marnier margaritas. Poor MM...his tale of woe...then Jethro called (that would be the big snuggly one)and he was all happy and wondering what I was doing. I told him I'd see him around 8. By the time I got there, whatever happened at the meeting had wrecked his mood and stolen his mojo. :( So, he went home. I did not. Ex-Gov and Maybelline came in, and she had won some money. So she started buying drinks and shots and shots and drinks for everyone. Ex-Gov's dad died. He's not in a good way, and the General wanted to shut him off. At last call, I could have and should have gone home. But no, the Gout wanted to go to the bad bar. I said okee dokee, as long as he drove. He did. I got an apple martini, and some young pups were hitting on me and the D. They convinced us to try the Jagerschlager thing. UCK! Fucking NASTY. I tried to do it, I really did. Then I got up - and promptly puked. Well, not promptly - I made it to the bathroom anyhow. Sweet Jesus, though. LOL...the D just called. Said she's never been sicker in her life. The shots that puppychow made us try were called Liquid Coke. Bleah. She called to find out if she made an ass out of herself. I had been somewhat worried - she did just kind of vanish and stuff. I made the bartender promise not to tell Jethro his new girl poured herself in there at last call. And tonight is dart night...good Lord..... ;)
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Don't have sex in Singapore
"When used to prevent pregnancy, the condom is only 88 per cent effective. Even if four condoms in a batch of 1,000 tested fail, the batch is still passed for distribution and sale. This means that in a batch of one million, up to 4,000 are defective. The condom deteriorates with time, especially in hot and humid conditions like those in Singapore."
Why, you ask? Because I'm researching my next birth control method. Being a smoker on the pill is apparently going to kill me. (if the booze doesn't do it first) So, condoms? As long as I'm not honeymooning in Singapore, I guess. IUD? A piece of wire in my uterus...uhhhhh.....Diaphragm? Am I REALLY going to put that thing in 6 hours before sex? Oh, and ick.
I know, I know...too much information....
"When used to prevent pregnancy, the condom is only 88 per cent effective. Even if four condoms in a batch of 1,000 tested fail, the batch is still passed for distribution and sale. This means that in a batch of one million, up to 4,000 are defective. The condom deteriorates with time, especially in hot and humid conditions like those in Singapore."
Why, you ask? Because I'm researching my next birth control method. Being a smoker on the pill is apparently going to kill me. (if the booze doesn't do it first) So, condoms? As long as I'm not honeymooning in Singapore, I guess. IUD? A piece of wire in my uterus...uhhhhh.....Diaphragm? Am I REALLY going to put that thing in 6 hours before sex? Oh, and ick.
I know, I know...too much information....
Stand in the line just to hit a new low......spiraling.....
I'm "working from home" today. I don't think I've worked a full day in two weeks, really. Since I broke up with the Unpredictably Predictable one, I've been out every night. Lesson to be learned - when hormonal and emotionally upset, go easy on the martinis. Armwrestled a fireman last night...ugh. The big guy was acting all weird with me last night, probably because I came off territorial on the chick who had cornered me last week about him. I wasn't being defensive, actually - I just wasn't in the mood to deal with her last night. Obviously, since I armwrestled..whatever...lol. So since I was all whacked out, and feeling just a teeny bit insecure - when the bartender kissed me, I didn't dodge it, I reciprocated. He had to give me a lift home. Guy's met me twice, and both times had to drive me out of there. I WAS OVERSERVED, I tell you! This is also why I try to stick to private clubs. The general population just does not deserve me some nights.
So, thanks to the awkwardness, I'm overanalyzing. And even though he has an interview tonight, I'm not going to call him. I'll do that tomorrow. In the meantime, I'd really like to just crack a beer and drop a sleepy pill. Make this day gone. I don't play games well. I don't like them - never did. THIS is one of the reasons it's best to just STAY in whatever fucking nightmare relationship I'm in. So I don't have to do the "do I call? what did he mean by THAT?" bullshit. If I want to call someone, I like to just pick up the damn phone and do it.
I'm "working from home" today. I don't think I've worked a full day in two weeks, really. Since I broke up with the Unpredictably Predictable one, I've been out every night. Lesson to be learned - when hormonal and emotionally upset, go easy on the martinis. Armwrestled a fireman last night...ugh. The big guy was acting all weird with me last night, probably because I came off territorial on the chick who had cornered me last week about him. I wasn't being defensive, actually - I just wasn't in the mood to deal with her last night. Obviously, since I armwrestled..whatever...lol. So since I was all whacked out, and feeling just a teeny bit insecure - when the bartender kissed me, I didn't dodge it, I reciprocated. He had to give me a lift home. Guy's met me twice, and both times had to drive me out of there. I WAS OVERSERVED, I tell you! This is also why I try to stick to private clubs. The general population just does not deserve me some nights.
So, thanks to the awkwardness, I'm overanalyzing. And even though he has an interview tonight, I'm not going to call him. I'll do that tomorrow. In the meantime, I'd really like to just crack a beer and drop a sleepy pill. Make this day gone. I don't play games well. I don't like them - never did. THIS is one of the reasons it's best to just STAY in whatever fucking nightmare relationship I'm in. So I don't have to do the "do I call? what did he mean by THAT?" bullshit. If I want to call someone, I like to just pick up the damn phone and do it.
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