My Random Blog

Just got home from work and thought I’d throw a post up.

The guy who fixed my mirror is officially out of the picture. I’m almost sure that blogging about a guy guarantees his immediate disappearance from my life, but I’ll keep doing it anyway. Although he was cute, and handy, he had dirty hands. They were also very rough. If I’m gonna get scratched when you touch me, you’d better be a chick with nails- not a guy with callouses. He also had a “white pride” tattoo that bothered me, although he swore it didn’t mean what I thought it meant. Um, ok.

I went out Friday night with my bff and proceeded to replace my blood with beer and Tuaca. I did meet another cute guy though. We hung out that night until the wee hours, we were gonna “hook up”, but didn’t. Thankfully. I saw him again Monday night. Still cute, but I kept getting this flashback of Vanilla Ice every time I looked at him. Although he does not share the weird hair that Mr. Ice did, or the ridiculous clothing, his face is very similar- especially his smile. Anyway, a few other friends showed up at Fave Watering Hole and everything else just kind of runs together. Not sure if I’ll see him again or not. Probably not, since I just mentioned him.

Anyhoo… I think I’ll be hanging out with bff after work tomorrow night. I won’t be taking shots, however, as that has been leaving me with nasty, unspeakable hangovers. Not to mention little missing patches of brain where memories should be. Monday night I thought it was a swell idea to mix every liquor known to man, as long as it had Red Bull in it. I do not recommend that.

I’m off to wash my towels now, as I’ve finally used them all and don’t want to have to shake myself dry like my dogs do. Maybe I’ll meet someone cute again tomorrow night. If I stick to my no-shots rule, perhaps I’ll remember him. Then I’ll blog about him, then I’ll never see him again.

Peace and guys who remind you of has beens.

Sunday night I meant to take it easy but, having barely anything to eat the entire day, that wasn’t successful. I woke up yesterday with wheat beer where my blood used to be and not feeling very spunky. Unfortunately for me, I had to go out and do it all again because it’s almost a crime not to on St. Patrick’s Day.

Oddly enough, it was last night that I ended up taking it easy. With drunk people all around me, I managed to pace myself and keep the shots to a minimum- which isn’t easy when you’re surrounded with friends who don’t know how hammered they are and who keep ordering shots. And while I did consume my share of Dirty Porn Stars (made with X Rated Vodka, citrus vodka and energy drink), by the end of the night, I was drinking water. Gratefully.

Today I’m recovering, trying really hard not to be sick, and blog hopping. Whilst over at Thinking Out Loud, I discovered that I had been given a Blogscar award! Yay me!

So I’d like to thank Natural Woman for bestowing my little blog with her one-of-a-kind award. It may not make my liver feel any less beaten down, but it makes me very happy.

And now, without further adieu… My Blogscar for your viewing pleasure. You may touch it if you wish, but make sure your hands are clean.

Peace, functioning kidneys and Blogscars.