it will clearly be admitted.
I stood this guy up for the second time on Saturday. I feel awful about it. It totally figures that the one weekend where I sort of have plans with someone new, people that I haven't seen since Halloween come out of the woodworks to host a little shindig in South Jersey...gross. Oh well. Maybe I'll get to hang out with the dude one of these days. If not, it's cool too.
I ended up drinking a few too many beers, but you know me: I can't pass up free drinks. Thank god we left after my eighth bottle, cause after six I can feel the alcohol in my veins, and normally if I have more than eight, I start getting sloppy, and then like Modest Mouse would say, opinions are like kittens.
I also ended up loopily text messaging Anthony, saying that I missed him...but I really do miss his company and his ability to genuinely make me smile, so there. Whatever. Fuck it. Maybe I should go whore myself out to randoms, or at least stop standing them up.
Anyway, before all that junk happened, Katherine and I were waiting for Arpita at some arcade in Jersey, and I had a blast. Katherine was playing this totally lame shooting game, that she sucked at, so she handed the gun to me, and damn was I good at killing people with one shot. I kept having to say, "Gimme another quarter!" so I could continue my game. I wasted all the quarters on that game...I had a high score though. It reminded me of those days when my mom would drop us off at the casino arcade, and how we'd be stuck there for hours and hours because kids couldn't leave without an adult...yeah, and my mom, she fucking loves to gamble, dude. And I'd always go to school tired and with tokens in my jacket pocket, and then me and some of my little dude friends (yes, I was a total tomboy...still am, actually) discovered that the if you put a token in the school's vending machine and hit coin return, you'd get a dollar in quarters back. Yeah, that rocked. It was fun being a kid.
I want to go see Sonic Youth play tomorrow. I don't have any money...and I don't really like going to venues alone, because I hate skeezey characters, and if I go with someone else, there's a 100% chance that I won't go home with one of those characters.
I ended up drinking a few too many beers, but you know me: I can't pass up free drinks. Thank god we left after my eighth bottle, cause after six I can feel the alcohol in my veins, and normally if I have more than eight, I start getting sloppy, and then like Modest Mouse would say, opinions are like kittens.
I also ended up loopily text messaging Anthony, saying that I missed him...but I really do miss his company and his ability to genuinely make me smile, so there. Whatever. Fuck it. Maybe I should go whore myself out to randoms, or at least stop standing them up.
Anyway, before all that junk happened, Katherine and I were waiting for Arpita at some arcade in Jersey, and I had a blast. Katherine was playing this totally lame shooting game, that she sucked at, so she handed the gun to me, and damn was I good at killing people with one shot. I kept having to say, "Gimme another quarter!" so I could continue my game. I wasted all the quarters on that game...I had a high score though. It reminded me of those days when my mom would drop us off at the casino arcade, and how we'd be stuck there for hours and hours because kids couldn't leave without an adult...yeah, and my mom, she fucking loves to gamble, dude. And I'd always go to school tired and with tokens in my jacket pocket, and then me and some of my little dude friends (yes, I was a total tomboy...still am, actually) discovered that the if you put a token in the school's vending machine and hit coin return, you'd get a dollar in quarters back. Yeah, that rocked. It was fun being a kid.
I want to go see Sonic Youth play tomorrow. I don't have any money...and I don't really like going to venues alone, because I hate skeezey characters, and if I go with someone else, there's a 100% chance that I won't go home with one of those characters.
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