Don't it feel so nice, and don't it feel so right...


08-21-03

~It's when you cry just and little but you laugh in the middle, that you've made it...~

Yes, it's Thursday. The nonstop party til you drop has finally ended. Thank goodness. I don't think I could have handled much more. So I left off the stories at Sunday night. I do believe I'll start with Monday then. Here it goes. Monday, Laurie suggested we go to the bowling alley for a free game. (she has a million free passes) So, Laurie, Steve, Nicole, Casey, Brian and I all went out to Westgate. Afterward, Laurie wanted to go eat at La Charreada (local Mexican restaurante) but they closed before we finished bowling. So Steve suggested going to a bar that had kareoke. Why the hell not? Somebody mentioned Harry's and it just so happened they have Harryoke Mon-Fri. Casey had to go to work but the rest of us went to the bar and were joined later by Karen and Amanda. (2 girls that I went to school with but never really spoke to after they graduated a year before me) Anyhow, we all hung out outside for awhile (they have a pretty awesome set up at this place) before we decided to go in and check out what was happening on the kareoke stage. I watched several drunken fools embarrass themselves. It was quite entertaining. These guys that I used to work with WAY back in the day at Leather Limited were rawkin' out. Tony and Mike...crazy bastards. The last time I spoke to either one of them was back when I was working at Gadzooks. It was unfortunately awkward then (considering I only worked with them for a few months when I was 16...oh, almost 6 years ago) so I chose not to talk to them on Monday. After that, one of the guys who was running the kareoke got up to sing. He did Cry Me a River...and Amanda and I were both drooling through the entire thing. First of all, the boy could sing. Second of all...hotttttt! I believe I turned to Nicole and said, "he can be my baby's daddy!" and Amanda said something about sharing her dna with him. But...there's always a but. This was one of those guys who KNOWS he looks good. And since I only seem to pick up unattractive, short men at bars....there's really no chance for me. So, although I thought about it, I didn't attempt a "hook up". I'm not so good at the 1st impression/aggressive approach. Little too shy...little too scared of rejection. But you know damn well, if I can have it my way, I'll be hanging out at Harry's rather than Players from now on. He did Purple Rain right before they made their last calls. This guy was just...unbelievably lovely. There's just something about a guy who can sing. Speaking of guys who can sing, Mraz is blasting from my computer speakers right now. I don't know what's up with the music stations but every morning when I wake up, his video is on. What a beautiful man to wake up to.

~How can we get lost runnin' in a straight line?~

So that was Monday. Tuesday, I woke up extremely late and Laurie called to invite me to La Charreada. I ran around as quick as I possibly could, got ready ultra fast, and stopped in at the grocery before heading over to the house. I bought Laurie a birthday cake. I couldn't really think of anything else that she wanted or needed for her birthday. Khakis...but Nicole was taking care of that. I hadn't heard of anyone else getting or making her a cake. So I did. She blew out the candles and we went out to eat. Then we dicked around at the mall while she picked out some clothes. It was a nice ending to 5 days of being drunk and fucked up. *sigh* Thankfully it's over. I definately couldn't have taken much more. It was also a nice way to celebrate my last days of complete freedom. This Friday I start a normal schedule at work. Sunday is technically my only day off. Every day that I'm not working indefinately, I'm on-call. I forgot how much I hated on-call shifts. They really suck. It means I have to get up at least an hour before I call in...take a shower and start to get ready...then call just to find out that, in most cases, they don't need me to come in. Oh retail, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways...

~Sleepin' to dream about you and I'm so tired of havin' to live without you. But I don't mind sleepin' to dream about you...~

Yesterday I really didn't do much. I thought it would be a good idea to just sit around and veg after all of my self destruction. I didn't really get up to do anything until 6pm last night. Laurie called at 5:30 to see if I was coming over. I hadn't planned on it but decided it would be good to get up and stretch my limbs. As I was getting dressed, I turned my computer on for some music. (I'm starting to regret selling my stereo) Not too long after I turned it on, Tim came online. We chatted for a bit on IM before he suggested I just call him. I'm so far over my minutes this month...I probably won't be able to pay my bill. But at least the long distance is free. Anyhow, I told him about all the crazy shit that we did this past weekend and he told me what he did. Well, he didn't want to tell me at first but the boy went to Kahoots for the first time. (For those of you who have never been to Vernon Connecticut, Kahoots is a "gentleman's club". I'm shaking my head just thinking about the story he told me) I don't know why he didn't want to tell me. It reminds me of TJ's Canada tale. He didn't want to tell me either. Did they expect me to be upset about it??? Anyways, I guess some stripper shoved her hand up Tim's friend's shorts and then the very same stripper put her face in Tim's lap and "bit" his Nether Regions. hahaha Honestly, I really have nothing to say about that. Okay, okay, I want to be a smartass. Some people will do ANYTHING for a buck. Hahaha...Okay, that's all I have to say. I just laughed at the whole thing. I don't think I'll ever really understand the point of strip clubs. Men tend to be so jealous...so they all gather together to ogle some random chicks boobies...knowing that every other guy in the place has a hard on from the same chick...and then they go home alone and unsatisfied...just to satisfy themselves. I don't know. The best part is that they pay to be sexually frustrated. You might as well just pay your own hand for the gratification you'll recieve later. Haha. (I'm shaking my head again) Okay, I've talked about that too much. I think it's really funny though. Hell ya! After the trashy stripper grabbed my best friends ball sack, she bit my penis through my pants!!! WOO! I poked a bit of fun at him for that. It's nothing to be ashamed of really. How long have those sorts of places been around? How many billions of men have willing been molested...it's common. Don't get me wrong, I don't applaud the behavior. I'm sure if my significant other were to hang out in a place like that, I'd be a little more inclined to be upset. But I really don't care otherwise. If it's something you want to experience in life, go for it. Shannon, Kellie and I used to talk about finding a male strip club back in the day. Who knows, maybe someday I'll have the chance to be felt up by a chipndale. Why not. Haha that would be a great story for my grandchildren. "When I was a young lady, I paid a group of rock hard men to dance for me. They shook their tight little asses and I watched their big g-string covered wangs flop around in my face." Enough of this gay banter. Sometimes I just go too far. So, moving on. We talked about how I almost got a bleeding heart tattoo the other night. He told me not to. He wants to be the first to "put a needle to my virgin skin". He also said he drew a badass coy fish. (the orginal idea for my tat was a coy fish and a nightingale) That made me feel pretty damn special. After he and Thad worked on that idea for 2 months, and then I left...I figured he would throw it out. He's getting his latest ink finished up tomorrow. I don't know why I'm including all of this shit. I suppose it just makes me happy to know that he's still the same ol' Timmy. And we can talk about anything and everything like we used to.

~You and I both loved what you and I spoke of...~

*sigh* That was the most ridiculous thing I think I've ever put into an entry on here. I'm exhausted from it. But I'll hurry up and finish. It's getting late and I need to take a shower. Right, so I ended up going to Laurie's for an hour or so last night. Nothing super exciting. Just the usual. I didn't sleep very well...I woke up at 7am. (ew) Everyone was gone. Matt was still asleep and the parent went to Cincinnati for the day. So I got up and moved my tired ass into the living room. I watched some weird movie about a group of gay guys who hang out in the country on holidays. 2 of them had AIDS. It was sad...and I fell back asleep when it was over. Had a really fucked up dream about some shadow man that turned into a dragon serpant and traveled through water. I have no idea where that one came from. I never mentioned the dream I had about Ian Robinson. The news guy from MTV...weirdness. That was awhile ago though. So, now that I've proved my insanity to the entire internet population, I think I'm going to hit the showers. Oh, by the way, the new ad blocks on the bottom of every page of this site are the product of Lycos. I had nothing to do with it, and it really pisses me off. I've tried to avoid all ads. And these ads are especially shitty because they fuck up the structure, or lack of structure, that I had going on with my site. I'm trying to figure out how to get rid of them. But until then, I hope you enjoy being subconciously abused. Have a wonderful evening.

~I won't worry my life away...~

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