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Named after the creator, Mike, four most frequent posters, Brittany, Jason, Anna, Sarah and newest member Dorothy. archives Saturday, September 25, 2004 Ah. Saturday. And alcohol. I'm on the 6th daiquiri...yummy. posted by Anonymous 7:23 PM I just home from a spontaneous lunch date with a guy I met online. He's a little bit older, but he's nice and we got along really well. We're thinking about going out next Saturday for a hike. :) posted by Anonymous 4:04 PM Monday, September 20, 2004 On Friday, I got a call from Mike inviting me to hang out and get drunk. I was amused and slightly interested, except that I had work and then plans to sleep over at a friend's house because I had a wedding that I was singing in on Saturday. I'm sure Mike had an excellent time. On Saturday, at the wedding, I caved and had a glass of white wine with dinner. After that, all was lost and the game was on. My friend Sara had me try some of this sparkling white zinfandel that tasted pretty good, but I still wasn't digging the bubbles. But after a while, I was like, WHO CARES?? I lost track after my 4th or 5th glass. Sara and I were trying to pace each other. The guys swear that we each had 7 glasses or more. I think it was probably more cause it got to the point where I was drinking from any glass that was around. The moment I realized that I might be drunk was when I walked into Sara's room and fell. Her floor was clear, at least where I was walking, but I tripped over nothing and fell anyway. That wouldn't be so unsual, except that I also managed to hit my head on the carpet and then couldn't stop laughing. I called home and told my dad that I would not be coming home. Then I was all gung ho. Ariel poured some shots. Slippery nipples. Oh my god those things are good. Warm and yummy. She wanted to see how I could handle it, so she only poured one for me and when I was okay, she made another round, which I took blow job style, with no hands. We another round later too. Needless to say, I was smashed. And I had so much fun. No hang over. Nothing. Sara and I woke up to this fact all happy and then she says, "I'll drink to that!" I was already saying that we should do this again next weekend. At 19, I'm already an alcoholic. Just kidding. Hope your weekends were fun too. posted by Anonymous 9:22 AM Friday, September 10, 2004 Happy Birthday, Mike. posted by Anonymous 9:08 PM Tuesday, September 07, 2004 Some days I have to ask myself how I get up everday and live the way I do. I like my life, for the most part. I'm busier than fuck, but I'm not usually bored, and I'm productive. I'm not really living any special dreams, but I think about them, and I try to fit in things that generally make me happy. Lately, having the house to myself has been more lonely than nice. I wake up to quiet. I usually wish that someone could be next to me and that their breathing could be my sweet dawning music. Meh. Old fashioned romantic. I feel all lost and confused, but that I'm on the right path. Somehow, I will end up where I'm supposed to be. I have so much ahead of me, but I stress over how much crap I have to wade through before I'll make any headway. I'll get there. Someday. For now, I wake up everyday, kick myself out of bed, try to find a moment or two for myself, and then wear myself out til I'm asleep. Rinse and repeat. I guess I'm just in a thoughtful mood... posted by Anonymous 10:03 PM Thursday, September 02, 2004 J you're a fucking bastard to just throw PAX in my face like that. Well you'll be sorry when I get all the RvB DVDs and don't let you watch... EVER. That's your punishment for PAX being in Seattle. Based on the many episodes of RvB I've seen so far I must agree the team killing fucktard one (ep vii?) is probably the funniest. But because I love when Church is dying... "I want you to know... (wheeze, cough) I always... (wheeze) I always hated you. I always hated you the most." "I know." If we're ever in a situation similar to that J where I'm on the ground dying while you watch... be prepared. Ah Brat. The more things change the more they stay the same eh... :) Some of the less selfish of you may be realizing hey Michael is turning 21 on the 10th and then immediately realizing (even if you are don't drink) that I can buy alcohol legally. Well yes I am and yes I CAN buy you alkiehawl. But why should I? One or two of you may even be so selfless you want to get me some sort of a birthday/housewarming present but are understandably strapped for cash. You think "doesn't that ass ever want anything that isn't expensive?" Well good news I do! I suggest small but useful things I realize on the eve of my moving I will need... More toothpaste, scope/lysterine, bodywash, shampoo and conditioner. Replacement razors for the Gillette M3 power (the kewl green one that vibrates, and yes it works VERY well despite the fact it seems like a gimmick.) More towels. A cheap simple rug for a hardwood floor. Sanitizers of all kinds. Air fresheners, febreze, ajax, etc. I have a room and bathroom I'd like to keep nice. Zout or similar stain removers, detergent and fabric softener. Or even just a few bucks in cash. :) Any number of any of these items from 1-all would make damn fine useful gifts. In return I will continue to be an amazing person/friend and am more than happy to hook you all up at Walgreens. For example I do camera now so if you want pictures developed I can tell you all the prices, you give me the cash and I'll enter you in as a next day client(which is cheaper) but have you done by the end of my shift on top of the employee discount. Just one of many perks of knowing me. :) T/C and I tried many times but I can't fix this fucking font. posted by Mikael, Shady, God 4:22 AM Wednesday, September 01, 2004 So, I finally got the guts and told JC Penney that I was putting my last two weeks in last night. Yesterday morning, I was rehired at my first job for $9 an hour. A better deal for me all around because I'd have more nights free for school and all my weekends free for fun. But no. I'm way too nice and a push over. Apparently, all of the JC Penney was upset about my leaving. I thought my manager was going to cry. So, they finally put me in the position I wanted, for my last week, and then convinced me to stay. GOD DAMMIT! I am going to work there for two nights a week. That means I now have THREE part time jobs (that's like a full time job and a half, right?) and I'm going to school full time. In fact, I'm three weeks in and still adding classes. (For some reason, one speech class wasn't enough, so I added another one.) I am going to kill myself. I do have one day free. One. Except when the box needs me in the evenings. But still, that leaves the day time. Saturdays. I suppose that is the best day of the week to have off if you're going to have one, but still. I worry that I'm going to burn myself out again and lose it. Whee. We'll see. The roller coaster ride never seems to end for me. posted by Anonymous 11:21 PM |
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