- In the spirit of "if ya can't say anything nice..." I have decided to list 10 good things that happened to me in '03. Hmmm. Here goes.
1. Found my self esteem. Don't know where it has hidden all these years but I finally got it back and refuse to lose it again. Go me and a woot woot!
2. Kissed more cute women in the last half of '03 than I did in the previous 10 years combined.
3. Got a lot closer to my friends.
4. Learned how to ask for help. Directly relates to #3.
5. Learned how to live alone. And enjoy it.
6. Overcame the vast majority of my shyness. A little still hangs on, but come on, I have asked strangers to dance. That's never happened before.
7. I danced. A lot.
8. Became a regular, recognizable member of the queer scene in da burgh.
9. Learned to flirt.
10. I survived.
Ya know, reading over the list I realized I gave '03 a bad rap. Here I been bitchin bout how bad it sucked, when in actuality, it rocked pretty fuckin hard. Here's to '03
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
Tuesday, December 30, 2003
- So I think what I need to do is make a rule against leaving my house on Monday evenings. Apparently nothing good can come of it. Well, I guess I do occassionaly get a good story out of it, lol.
Last night- me, Kev and Mike met C at the wing bar. After 2 big girl beers and much prodding I reluctantly agreed to go to the Z to make my grand return. Luckily the ex wasn't working. I did see many old friends tho. Was a pretty cool reunion. Much beer was consumed and pool was played. I kicked ass by the way. At least till C started hitting on me in major ways and totally fucking up my concentration. Kev an Mike left around 11:30, me an C stayed. Krys and Karen came in around midnightish I think. By this time I was pretty trashed and making out with C. Not at all proud o that, but it does get worse. So, yeah, me an C decide to leave around oh 1 o'clock or therebouts. I can't get my pool cue unscrewed so I gave it to some guy to try. He couldn't get it either, so who comes over to help but Ms. Krystal. She couldn't get it either which gave me much satisfaction. I did talk to her tho. Very briefly. Said "nice to see ya". She opened her mouth and I put the hand up, said "thats all I wanted to say" and walked away from her. Said bye to Karen, me an C got the pool stick stowed and away we went. Boo-ya. Think I only cried in the bathroom once, lol. Was a little hard seeing her again. Na, fuck that, it was hard as hell. She looked so different. It was weird. And of course, to top it all aff, she just HAS to be there with the coke head. Lovely.
So yep, me an C left. You'd think the story would end there wouldn't ya? Well this is me were talking about, lol. Of COURSE it doesn't end there. In my ex-seein beer-induced haze I figure hey, how bout I take C home with me and have myself a one night stand. THAT'll make everything better right? So yep, thats what I did. Called work at 2am and left a message sayin I wouldn't be in and proceeded to have myself my very first ever one night stand. I am just not cut out for the casual sex thing. Although I will admit it was nice to have someone to snuggle up to. Woke up this morn and took her home. Spent most of the day alternating between being amused and disgusted with myself. But hey, live and learn right? Least I don't think I'll be making that mistake again. Least not anytime in the near future.