So we celebrated St. Patrick's Day this past Saturday. Lower Greenville has a big ass celebration block party. I had more fun than expected. Although when is anything you expect to happen ever "expected". That was a confusing sentence. Me and Keri's theory of the whole "buying new underwear" program doesn't work. Trust me...it never happens the way you expect it to. Sadly enough I wasn't wearing the pretty laced underwear. Nor was I with the intended recipient. More like his co-worker. I know...JEEZ-A-BELL!!!! But I was so hammered...beyond drunken state. I mean...I made out with one of the interns from our company. He was cute though so I'm totally not ashamed of that. But I was so freakin' horny that I did it with Micheal, in the bathroom, with Taylor sleeping in the other room. From what I remember it was great and would do it again...only I wish I wasn't so drunk. The sad thing is that I don't know his last name and I just found out he quit his job at Forty Five Ten. He just got out of a bad relationship and it was a total rebound thing for him. But I'm okay with that. I'm okay with being used. And I would've totally called him to do it all over again, but I don't have his number. What can you do? I guess it's a good thing that I can't get in touch with him because things between me and Peter are kind of weird.
We're talking, but not really. Conversation is kind of dismal. But then again it may be because I'm moving. I hope we can stay friends because he is such a great guy. I wish I would've gotten his number sooner. Shoulda Coulda Woulda!! Hind sight is always 20/20.
2 comments:
"The St. Patrick's boa made me a whore!"
I understand, grasshopper. The pink shirt makes me a whore, too! We're like slutty Superfriends!!
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