just a sunday night

Tonight I had to meet one of my best friends boyfriend for the first time. It wasn’t nearly as awkward as meeting her previous love interests, so I at least had that going for me. They’ve only been together for 3 weeks, already live together and have been talking about getting married and having a kid by New Years.. Or I guess getting married and having the kid started by New Years. Started cooking in that vagina oven. Or something.

I’m not quite sure what to think of it all, they say lesbians move fast and here I am still trying to weave my way through if we should get married or not after 3 years.

Anyways. The last man she had me meet was named Normand. He was about 4 inches shorter than me, which is impressive considering I’m 5’4”. He wore tight boy jeans, with pre-ripped holes all down the front of them and bedazzled crosses on the back butt pockets. His light plaid shirt was tucked in and a slightly over-sized belt buckle held on tightly to his black leather belt.

We spent most of the night listening to him talk about how expensive his clothes were, and how much he enjoyed going to the strip club. I’m not really sure if he heard much of what we had to say to him. Which is probably for the best, I told him he had bad hair.

I had them meet us at our favorite local restaurant tonight. After dinner and a few drinks each we came back to my house and sat out on our porch. She kept the sex talk to a minimum, so thankfully my neighbors didn’t have to hear about.

I noticed the absence of Kh after a while, and we all decided to call it a night. I found her passed out in the bed, she came out to say her goodbyes, then shortly after passed out back in bed with her shoes and glasses on. I don’t think she could hang tonight.

I made a hot dog and started watching The Wild and Wonderful Whites while, of course, drinking a beer.

I can’t wait to sleep in tomorrow. 

Thank all that is good that summer is over with. 

xo

i can feel it but it wont let it drag me down

 I realized this past weekend I can no longer party like I’m 21. This isn’t quite a new revelation, but more like one that’s been instilled in me so hopefully I don’t forget so quickly.

Friday night was the Nico Vega show at a venue this side of the river. Meaning, I didn’t have to go in to Boston to see it. The show itself was phenomenal. I didn’t know the opening band, nor the band after them, so we mostly just drank to take up the time when they weren’t on. First big mistake there.

The show itself was one of the best performances I’ve seen in a while. Energetic, interactive, and they played a few of my favorite songs.  After the show a bearded burly little man came running up to us to show us his tit that Aja had signed. His ex-but still friends – boyfriend came after. We became drunk friends. Second big mistake. 

 What followed was drunken hair talk, exchanging of numbers, and shots. Shots of jager.

We left the venue and started walking home. We parted ways with our drunken gay entourage and while waiting for a car service to pick us up, I decided throwing up all over would be the best idea. I got some on my shirt so naturally changed into the shirt I had just bought at the concert. This is where I really felt like I was 20 again.

The car driver was convinced KH was going to puke everywhere but I reassured him he just needed to drive faster and put down a window. I bet I was so convincing.

I got home and had to make mac and cheese while sitting on my friend who I woke up the moment I walked in the house. I only let him be when I decided I had to ravage my girlfriend.

The next day can be summed up in this.

I couldn’t sit up so I ate my breakfast sandwich off my chest.

It was rough. Until around 7pm, when I felt well enough to drive up to Salem to eat fried shrimp and ice cream. Delicious, and I want more. 

Sunday thankfully I awoke with a new lease on life, and not feeling nearly as hungover as Saturday. We went out for brunch, came home and napped, and then went to see Elysium. Pfffftt, is my review of it.

Just what we need, another movie where a man saves the world and his woman counterpart is helpless in the plight.

We also forced ourselves to watch the season finale of True Blood. This season has really been tough on me. I want to keep loving the show, but it’s just hard. I will forever love Alcide however, especially with his shirt off.

It’s Monday. I feel slightly like shit still, and do not want to have this week start. Isn’t there a pause button? My days are moving to fast for me.

xo

what i want from march | lately

One. My birthday to quietly walk across the stage, bow, and exit without making a big scene. Or hopefully without flipping me off too.

Two. The sun to stay out past 6pm, and to peak its bright ass head out for more than one day during the week. Can I get rid of this seasonal depression already?

Three. Grow hair, grow.

Four. Day trips to eat my favorite cheese platter. Yes, I’d drive 30 minutes to eat a plate of cheese. Maybe even two plates. Mama loves her cheeseeee.

Five. I’d like to sleep in until at least 10am one of these days. My month would be complete if I could spend the rest of that day napping too.

Six. A day off would be amazing. I haven’t had one yet, so give a girl a break.

Seven. The first season of Once Upon A Time to get out of my system. You suck, but I can’t get enough of you knowing there’s always one more I can watch.

Eight. My wine to stop running out. An every other day run to the liquor store is making me look like I have a problem.

Nine. My grandma, and mom to send me my Christmas presents. If they want to save time and send my birthday presents with them, that’d be great too.

Ten. I want to pet a goat. Maybe even a pig too. Even if goats can be assholes and pigs feel weird.

I've been drinking too much beer lately, knowing full well I shouldn't. My hair is unruly and creating it's own rules. Winter is eating my soul alive, and I can only sit back and watch it dine. I'm to tired to put on real clothes, I live out of my car and find my personal time only exists in the morning. I'm having a hard time saying no, but desperately need a date night with my Kh. I'm thinking to much, and saying to little. Running on empty but always feeling too full. March is always a strange month for me. 

xo

can't it get just a bit closer

Today’s life lesson: When doing a craft that calls for you to leave it out in direct sunlight to cure, don’t start the project at 4pm while the sky is slowly getting darker and darker. And after said craft, don’t fall asleep with your face directly in front of the space heater, you might need to drink a gallon of water and put on some moisturizer.

I feel like an old nanna today. I have a pillow behind my back, a blanket over my lap, and my laptop on a pillow on top of said blanket. A space heater is pulled up real close to me. If I could I’d put the blanket over the space heater and call it a day.

Sunday night the street outside my house looked like this.

 I knew there was no way I was going to be able to drive my car on it.

Anyyyways. Long story short. I walked 5 miles total on Monday. In these brand new ugly ass winter boots I had to buy. My back has been killing me ever since. I have an icy-hot patch on it and I’m feeling damn sexy.

 Is that a sweet tattoo? Oh no, it’s just my icy hot patch.

I had two large marks on my lower back all night after taking it off. I thought I was burned for life.

In anticipation of V-day tomorrow Kh and I went out for dinner and drinks at one of our favorite places this evening. Our friend is coming into town tomorrow so we won’t be spending it just the two of us. I find Vday to be overrated, and it's super hard to find a place that is still open for reservations. Shh, don't tell Kh that first part, I'd be sleeping on the couch.

 My girlfriend sure is handsome.

I ordered Jade Mountain Chardonnay. Classy? No, it was the only wine I could pronounce without sounding like an asshat. Kh got a fancy cocktail, as per usual. We also ate deviled eggs and apple cobbler. Uh – whatttt! 

Chalk that up to one of those precious moments you're glad your pants have an elastic-extendable waistline. (Maybe that's just me, I'm ok with it.)

 This is what I looked like tonight. 

It’s 11 and I can’t believe I’m even still awake.

xo