December 2009
68 posts
it’s christmas eve. i spent my night in a tow truck with an awkwardly friendly man named eugene. he had a giant, impressive mustache and very little teeth. we exchanged words in the form of smalltalk, making sure not to reveal too much about ourselves. maybe christmas got to me or i felt guilty, but i tipped him 20 bucks. i can’t even afford to buy my family gifts this year and...
i have been so completely and utterly enthralled with the snow. i’m holding onto my excitement as long as i can. it’s only a matter of time until the white, powdery fluff turns to a gray, dirty concoction we yinzers like to call “slush.” i went sledding yesterday with two old friends and two new friends. well, less sledding… more snowtime ass beating. christmas...
i don’t want to be in the tip-toe stage anymore. i don’t want to have to receive and/or send text messages saying “are you going to be at the rock room tonight?” which translates to “are you going to be at the bar that we used to go to every thursday night because i don’t feel comfortable being in the same room as you.” i’m tired of not knowing...
things are lookin' up.
i take back everything i said about today sucking. i was invited to the pens game, saw the flyers get destroyed, drank shirley temples in the igloo club, ate disgusting (read: delicious) cheese fries, witnessed a fart crop dusting as a result of the foodz, saw many familiar faces & drove home with heated seats and gaga. what more could a girl want?
roid rage.
this morning the “doctor” pumped me full of steroids and flu shots. one in each arm. EPIC; still don’t know what’s REALLY wrong with me. who needs breathing? AMIRITE-OR-AMIRITE? Not much to say other than today sucks. So, today sucks.
