unhhh. i drink too much. and that means i do all sorts of stupid things on a regular basis. for example, i get horny. which leads to sometimes hilarious fun, or more often, ridiculous trouble. oddly enough, i'm a fan of both-- getting into trouble keeps my problem solving skills sharp (that way i don't feel like i'm lying when i put "excellent problem solving skills" on my resume.) however, with that said, i have to deal with "icky feelings" and "embarassing situations" from time to time. i don't mind acting like an idiot, i just hate feeling bad about it the next day. i've gotten pretty good at doing away with the morning-after guilts, but every once in a while there's actually a valid reason for feeling like a shithead. like when you're rubbing your crotch against your neighbour's leg and arching your ass into his face in what you think is a titilating, sexy manner. oh yeah, then you try shoving your tongue down his throat. and really all he wants to do is go out with his buddy that he hasn't seen in months-- not deal with the horny, drunk neighbour who wasn't even invited over to begin with. so that's what happens sometimes when i get trashed. it also probably didn't help that that i was indulging in other substances that make me "act funny." but, i was reminded of an important lesson: when someone turns their head away from you when you're trying to kiss them and they laugh indulgently (or was it uncomfortably?) at your sloppy persistence, it actually means they DON'T WANT TO KISS YOU. imagine that. i don't know how i managed to forget that one, but thank god i get drunk often enough to be reminded of these little bits of social etiquette.
i changed the background of my blog. i was trying to get rid of the city and province/territory where i live because i realized it might be pretty easy for people who live here to figure out who i am, which is fine by me, but possibly not for the people i'm going to be writing about. for some reason deleting that info out of my profile wasn't taking it off of the page. anyway, i think this background lacks "panache" so i'll probably go back to the other one again. the excitement never ends. . .
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hey french maid do you remember when i used to get drunk and throw rocks at the 3rd story bedroom window of that guy i liked? then he'd begrudgingly let me in and i'd be completely oblivious to the fact that irritating someone is not the way to their heart? do you recall those sad times? well, i sure do, and in fact their wretched memory haunts me nightly. i can only hope that my embarrassing anecdotes will help you feel better about yours.
of course i remember. i knew you'd be able to understand my pain. . .
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