Another excuse to party (for the grown-ups) and another excuse to piss of the dentist (for the kids)! Woo Hoo!
I’m not sure what I’ll be doing tonight… But it doesn’t matter because I’m off tonight, so even sitting on the couch watching TV will be awesome for me. And passing out candy to little kids! I love little kids that aren’t mine. 
On another note… I think I’m officially “seeing” Motorcycle Guy, whatever the hell that even means. (Ha) I’ve seen him pretty much every day, and have decided that I really like that. We’ve laughed a LOT, we’ve made out a LOT and when we’re not being immature and sarcastic, we’ve connected in a way that I haven’t with anyone since D.
For the record: I definitely have the butterflies. All of them. All over the fucking place. And he also has a good job, is emotionally stable and is as into me as I am into him. Just so no one thinks I have been waiting around for, and have finally landed, an asshole.
And now for the crazy part: Somewhere in our many conversations, Motorcycle Guy and I got around to talking about my break up with D. He’d seen a photo of him in my apt., and thought that he looked familiar.
Turns out M.G. and D. have a mutual friend and M.G. actually met D. the very night we broke up- when D. went to a bar by his house to get trashed. D. ended up talking to M.G. about the girlfriend who’d just broken up with him and that girlfriend, of course, was me.
And now, almost a year later, I ended up meeting M.G. at a freakin’ stop sign. Coincidence? Fate? The Universe actually answering me? I don’t know… But I’m going along for this ride.
Happy Halloween everyone! Have a great weekend… I know I will.
Peace and Butterflies.
I think I’ll be meeting up with some friends for beer and football fun in a couple of hours, but I thought I’d update before I started the “get ready” process.
My Marine still hasn’t been in town and although we are keeping in contact, I’m not holding my breath. His age and location keep him from being anything but a fun friend anyway. He’s planning to be here for Halloween, but I’m not sure if I’ll see him or not. I would like to, but ya never know. I’m remaining optimistic.
I met someone at a stop sign the other night. I was coming home from being out with the girls when a guy passed me on a motorcycle and lingered at the stop sign I was approaching. I looked over and smiled, he waved and I asked him to take his helmet off, which he did. Fortunately, he was very cute. (He still is, I’d imagine.) We chatted for a while, exchanged numbers and went our separate ways.
Motorcycle Guy and I did some texting last night, while I was at work, and he called me today. We talked for 20 minutes, which is a fucking marathon for me, considering how much I hate talking on the phone. He’s pretty funny and sarcastic… personality traits which I flock to. He’s also a hell of a lot closer to my age than my Marine, and lives right down the street. He’s riding around with friends right now, but will be calling me later. I didn’t get the chance to invite him to meet me and friends for football, but I will.
Gotta go get ready for my night.
Peace and cute guys on motorcycles.
Me and my hangover were over at CraigsList reading through the ridiculousness when I spotted this hunk-o-man. He can’t spell or put a sentence together properly, but I suppose that doesn’t matter considering how scorchingly 70’s porn star hot he is. You’re welcome, ladies.
I haven’t heard from my Marine friend in a few days. I figure he’s either very busy, or he’s over it. I’ll know this weekend, one way or the other. I’m really hoping he’s just busy since I would really like to see him naked again. He’s just so damn impressive. But if he’s over it, then he’s over it and I’ll move along like I always do. Bummer.
On an unrelated note: Someone called “Ted” left a nasty little comment on my Bakersfield post that y’all might find interesting. I did.
I need to eat some chocolate now to satisfy my PMS, and then I’m off to bed.
Peace and chest waxing.
It’s Friday, I’m off work and so far I’ve done nothing but waste hours of my life on the Internet and play Hearts on my BlackBerry. I should be doing laundry, but I just can’t get my ass in gear. My procrastination skills are fierce today.
My Marine friend won’t be in town this weekend, like I had hoped, so I won’t be having any real fun. I do, however, plan to have a few cocktails with the girls tomorrow night, after work. Maybe I’ll be too tired and will come home, but somehow I doubt it.
Damn you, DPH for doing what I should be doing this weekend! I’m just jealous. And bitter. Damn it!
Peace and maybe next weekend.
Today is my day off. Hoo. Ray.
I thought going out last night after work was a good idea. Other than waking up this morning, completely sure I was going to be sick, it was.
I hooked up with a hot Marine who was (and still is) way too young for me, but I didn’t care. I Still don’t. I’ll be seeing him again tonight, and tomorrow he goes back to SoCal, where he lives. Which is a good thing, because I could get addicted to him.
My ex called me at 3 a.m., which was quite a surprise. I was too drunk to remember what he said but according to my call log, he said it for 3 minutes and 45 seconds. I think it’s safe to assume, since it was 3 a.m., that he was equally drunk and it had something to do with him missing me at that very moment in time. Perhaps I’ll never know for sure.
Midway through the fun, I had the pleasure of sitting next to a chick who’s ass was flashing me. Naturally, I took a picture. I took three of them, actually, but this one is the only one that came out. She never noticed, which was odd considering my friends were cracking up. Here you go, and you’re welcome.
Peace and I heart the United States Marine Corps.
… I’d be dead.
We had more fun than should be legal, I drank an obscene amount of various shots and learned that a Mexican kamikaze is just a rocks glass full of vodka. Sweet baby Jesus.
Yes, that’s me. In a sombrero. With a shot of tequila.
True to form, I have no memory of the last couple of hours of my night. Thankfully, I’m not naked in any of the pictures.
I would also like to thank Rachael for that “backbend” that she did, outside of the club, which was actually just her falling on her back. That was fucking hilarious.
Now I’m going to sit in a dark room and pray for death.
Peace and Tylenol.
I’m going out with my crazy girlfriends and we’re gonna party like it’s 1999. Or 2009. Or pretty much any year ending in 9. I’m leaving my car at home- so the world at large, and the police department, don’t have to deal with me tonight.
Tomorrow, I anticipate a very large hangover and a shitload of photos that will be used to blackmail me for the rest of my life. I’ll be posting those on Flickr.
Peace and FUN.
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