Wow. I have the funniest story-to me anyway- to tell you all, that I have been dying to tell you all since Saturday!!
So last Friday, a friend of mine invited me to go out and celebrate the end of finals in law school with her and all her classmates. Hot, single, lawyers to be? Hell ya I'm in! Let's just throw it out there now that I had a TON to drink. Got way too drunk. I met a lot of attractive lawyer men. It was great. I hit it off with one of them pretty well. His name is JJ (What is it with me and 'J' names?!). And he had a friend whose name I don't remember, who was married, and he kept groping me. He was married! What the fuck?! But he left early so that was done and all fine. SO it was just jj and me and he tells me he wants to take a picture with me, and I'm all for it. But after he takes the pic, he's like, "hold on, I gotta send this to my girlfriend. She's gonna love you." HOld up. He was fucking dating someone and wanted to take me home and have a threesome. Which, now I understood why he was asking me earlier in the night if I swung both ways and was asking me what I felt about women. Interesting. So as soon as he asked me to go home with him, I was like, I gotta go find my friend, and then could not find her for almost a half an hour! So I was stuck with some of her fun guy friends and I made sure they would not let me be alone with JJ the rest of the night. And I never was, although he kept coming over and asking what the game plan was. I ended up leaving with my friend pretty early and without telling anyone. So I never did tell him goodbye. Fast forward for a second to Monday, and I get a message on Facebook from JJ's girlfriend asking to meet with me! I told her I apologized but was not into that, and she was really cool about it. Told me I was really nice and that if I change my mind to let her know. so if I ever decide I want a threesome with some strangers, I know where to go!
Even for as much as I drank, I never did get a hangover. I have this superpower to not get hangovers. Even when I mix liquor and beer. It's great.Especially when my friend had the same amount as me and doesn't remember the night before. hahahaha
Not too much else is going on. I have to become a member of a church around here so that I can be my little brother's confirmation sponsor in March. Ugh. I don't believe in the Catholic Church very much, and now I have to register. Joy.
So I went to the church's office today to try and register, which didn't happen yet. But while I was there, this poor older guy somehow hurt his leg and was like freaking out on the floor while all these ladies in the office just stared at him. They tried to call an ambulance for the guy but he refused to take it and left before they came for him. And no one went after him or really tried to help him. And then when he left, the receptionist lady that was helping me said something to the affect about his race and that calling an ambulance is a good way to get rid of them. That's not very Christian of her to have said that, and it really put me off. It just irritated me that no one would help him. But I guess I didn't help him either, so I'm as much to blame. I just felt so awkward and didn't know what to do. I'm terrible in situations like that.
Work's been hectic as shit. The only other person who knows everything in the department I work in is gone, and I'm the next most knowledgable. So guess who is getting all the calls and questions! Me! It's so stressful, and I hate it right now. I can't wait for tomorrow at 4:30 to get here. I just want to go see my family and have a good weekend where I can sleep a lot.
Hope your guys' lives have been as interesting as mine!
I just had a fun night last night and wanted to blog about it.
I got off work kinda late, and I was kinda tired, ready to go to bed when Joe texts me and says he wants to go out. So we decided to meet at our usual bar. When I got there, he was playing pool with some guy, who was really friendly. And really good at pool in comparison to Joe, who was severely out of practice. So he got beat.
The guy he was playing was so nice. I kinda felt like he was flirting with me a lot. Especially when Joe'd go to the bathroom or out to smoke. I mean, he even bought me a drink. I know he could have just been doing a nice thing for me, but that's not the vibe I was getting. He had me get up and he'd show me how to shoot pool a bit and whatnot. But then every time Joe came back, he'd be like, "Oh, she said I'm interupting your guys' date." As a joke. And Joe'd be like, "That doesn't sound like her at all." But every time was the same thing. We wanted to go off and drink by ourselves, but he was pretty persistent and it took us a long time to shake him. I kinda felt bad. He was a nice guy.
But Joe and I had a fun time talking about life and whatnot. I had to lend him what he told me was $40.00. I know it's a small thing, but I kinda had an idea of the money in my wallet, and I just gave it to him without double checking. And I know for a fact that I had $12 in ones. I had counted them specifically the day before. And when he counted out the money he needed, he told me he had taken an even dollar amount. It would have had to be $42 or $47 depending on how many fives he took of mine. I know it's only $2.00, but it bothers me when people aren't honest. I mean, I'm lending him money. Be honest about how much you took...
But whatever. I got over it and enjoyed his company. We went back to his place and had sexy time. Lately, he's made me feel sexier than normal. Not that he's doing anything different. I think he's just saying it more. But he's also acting a bit more out of character lately, too. I mean, he called me 'baby' for the first time in 2+ years a week ago, and then last night told me he wanted to see me every day-yet he'll only text me once a week;mixed signals much?
I'm just not sure what to make of it all right now. Doubt I ever really will.
Hello, everyone!
Tis the season to start sending out holiday cards! And I want to send some to all of you! I enjoyed it a lot last year, and I really want to do it again!
So I was hoping that if you guys felt comfortable enough pming me with your addresses, I will send them out! I won't share your addresses with anyone. It'll be my eyes only. I just want to share in the holiday cheer!
I just got back from being home for 4 days. It was interesting to say the least. I had a good time, but Saturday was kind of hell. It was so reminiscent of my childhood. And not in a good way. My dad basically gave me a lecture about posting my political opinions on the internet. (Back story, I had gotten into a heated debate on Facebook over the Ferguson/Mike Brown Case) My dad doesn't agree with my views and so we kind of went at it. He thinks that if I don't agree with people when they say stupid, wrong, inaccurate shit, I'm supposed to stay quiet. If everyone did that, we'd never be changing. Fuck no.
My middle brother, it turns out, relishes in his hurtful words he says to me. And because I haven't been used to being talked to in such a terrible manner in 4 years, I didn't have a good comeback. But I'm supposed to just let it go and get over it and pretend it never happened.
And then at our thanksgiving dinner, I had a big plate of food and then still wanted dessert-it's the holidays! I always thought you were able to indulge more so than usual- and my uncle made a comment about how I'd have to starve myself for a week to lose the weight from all that.
What the hell? I don't need this kind of crap. I'm finally getting to a good point in my life, and then everyone has to go and dog on me.
It wasn't too bad after that, though, thank god.I went shopping with my mom, got my christmas shopping done, and got automatic start installed into my car as a present for my birthday from my parents. It's great!
Then I get back and go hang out with Joe and he basically just apologizes for being an ass all the time and tells me he is again not in a good place and that he almost killed himself this weekend. He texted me before he did anything, but I hadn't known he was suicidal at the time. He told me he doesn't know what to do when I'm not there. I should have asked why, then, he doesn't want to see and be with me more than just once every 10 days. Doesn't make sense.
He also called me 'baby' a few times for the first time in the 2+ years we've been together. We've never used nicknames. I hate that nickname, but I oddly didn't mind it so much coming from him.
I missed actually sleeping together. I usually go back home to my place after we hang out. So this was a nice change of pace.
Thanksgiving and New Years are the two times of the year that I routinely sit down and think about my life and the things I've accomplished and all I hope to do in the future.
Thanksgiving is when I reflect on my life thus far and smile at the memories. New Years is when I think back on the year and all I've done and then look to the future and figure out what I want to do and who I want to be at the end.
This year, I wasn't able to be with family on Thanksgiving day. The first in 24 years. So the day feels off. Like it's not actually Thanksgiving. I'll be going home this weekend to celebrate with my family, but it's just not the same unless I'm with them.
But I didn't spend this holiday alone. An old coworker from my old job invited me to her Thanksgiving dinner she does with her husband, son, and her mother. My coworker is like my second mom. I absolutely love her and her amazing heart. I wish I could say how truly touched I am that she thought to bring me. I always think the holidays are for family. And it means a lot that she considers me close enough to family to allow me to spend it with the people she cares most about. I will forever cherish this moment.
I had a good time. The food was good, and I love spending time with her. Her husband is nice enough. Although, he kept asking questions about Joe, which was a little weird. Like, a lot. We'd be on some other topic, and he'd start in on something about Joe. Although, I loved it when he asked me if we were still together and I said no, and he's like, oh, you gave him the boot, did ya? And I had to say no, Joe dumped me, and with all seriousness, he asked me if it was because Joe liked boys instead. It never even occurred to him that there was something wrong between us or that I wasn't good enough. His thoughts were that if a guy dumped me, there was something wrong with him.
I am thankful that I have the best friends surrounding me. Truly. Every single one of them are amazing people who care more about other people than themselves, and the fact that they let me in their lives inspires me to be just like them. To make me worthy of being their friend.
What are you all thankful for this year?