ouch ouch and ouch. I hurt all over because I dance like a spaz.
well none of the evil psychotics were out last night.... not even MASS who is usually a sure bet. There were also no former smoochie boys which is good. There weas no future smoochie boy, which is bad.
This guy who once made me armwrestle him told me I looked like Winona Ryder.
I went to the back room on accident. don't ask. And some boy held my hand, and I think he liked me but I wasn't there to meet anyone. and though he was sweet I decided it would be better if I cut and run once the guys I used to work with showed up, because who needs more trouble? not me.
hung out with a couple of guys I used to work with, we ended up at some friend of theirs house watch porn. how we ended up watching porn I don't really know but we came up with enlightening comments like....
vince: "The lighting is really bad."
me: "Vince what do you expect it's porn?"
vince: "I don't know better lighting, I mean you can't really see their faces"
me: "It's porn you probably don't want to see their faces"
Revelations for the evening
watching porn with a bunch of guys somehow makes them think it's ok to ask you a bunch of stupid questions about why girls do certain things, because now even though you're a girl, you're also one of the guys.
one of my former co-workers said if she was going to do a girl from work it would be me. That was strange and akward and why they told me I'll never know but I'll never be able to look at that girl the without thinking "hey she'd do me if I was into that."
Vince takes self love and egotism to new heights.
Nothing wakes you up while you're driving home in the rain at 5am like the Mexican national anthem.
I still love the geeky guys even when I'm only looking and not touching.