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Whooo hooo....hooot....
Jul. 10th, 2004 03:46 amJust pulled back in from Underground.
Am drunk.
Spent far too much money on myself (mainly) and a couple of drinks for the girls.
Ended the night with a 40 minute makeout session against a car with a 21 year old curly hair'd cutey. She has my number. If she wants to see me and continue what we started, she has my number. An shit, man. She had a name, location, phone number, the 2 or 3 clubs I go to, and a CLEAR CLEAR CLEAR "I'll be here at this time tomorrow" thing from me.
But her lips were nice, her legs were nice, and she started it.
But I still and yet digress.
Got the job interview set up for tuesday at 2ish. Will see if I can quit my current evil on this. And that will be good.
We spent the whole of the trip up and the trip back rocking out to STYX! Drew (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snuff_daddy), Dave and I had a good time blasting "Renegade" all the way down Santa Monica. Nothing else like it.
Hung out at the club with Michael(europopkid), Dawn(themissdawn), (je_taime_mods), (vintagelife), Ashley and Kelly, talking smack, smoking cigarettes (no, I don't, save when I'm drunk), and flirting....lots of *me* flirting. What a bastard I am.
And Dawn was wearing the yellow boots of lust. Yummm...
But I digress...
Dancing, drinking, flirting, and when I least expected it (cuz, that's when it happens), a long ass, fun and H.O.T. reading session. I know I'm funny lookin', but yearh. And others got where I was going. So I'm just biding my time and crossing my fingers, and now, woompgh. Aaaaaahhhhh yeah. I was hated. There's a story abot that...
Anyrate, sister of girl who It's not me,but it's her saw me making out. This will be interesting. Tomorrow is Par Avion, and dance, and drin, and stupidity. Yeah. All good, and used to it. Much fun. Or something. Yeah.
I have an interview on thursday, so I might not be capable of caring about anyone other than him and the budget for the next couple of weeks.
It's about the girls at this point. Sad, but true. And true. Or something like tha tyere.
going to pass out now. Cerebus and Toyfare Theatre, here I come.
""Walking back from your house...walking on the moon..."
Am drunk.
Spent far too much money on myself (mainly) and a couple of drinks for the girls.
Ended the night with a 40 minute makeout session against a car with a 21 year old curly hair'd cutey. She has my number. If she wants to see me and continue what we started, she has my number. An shit, man. She had a name, location, phone number, the 2 or 3 clubs I go to, and a CLEAR CLEAR CLEAR "I'll be here at this time tomorrow" thing from me.
But her lips were nice, her legs were nice, and she started it.
But I still and yet digress.
Got the job interview set up for tuesday at 2ish. Will see if I can quit my current evil on this. And that will be good.
We spent the whole of the trip up and the trip back rocking out to STYX! Drew (
snuff_daddy), Dave and I had a good time blasting "Renegade" all the way down Santa Monica. Nothing else like it.Hung out at the club with Michael(
europopkid), Dawn(themissdawn), (je_taime_mods), (vintagelife), Ashley and Kelly, talking smack, smoking cigarettes (no, I don't, save when I'm drunk), and flirting....lots of *me* flirting. What a bastard I am.And Dawn was wearing the yellow boots of lust. Yummm...
But I digress...
Dancing, drinking, flirting, and when I least expected it (cuz, that's when it happens), a long ass, fun and H.O.T. reading session. I know I'm funny lookin', but yearh. And others got where I was going. So I'm just biding my time and crossing my fingers, and now, woompgh. Aaaaaahhhhh yeah. I was hated. There's a story abot that...
Anyrate, sister of girl who It's not me,but it's her saw me making out. This will be interesting. Tomorrow is Par Avion, and dance, and drin, and stupidity. Yeah. All good, and used to it. Much fun. Or something. Yeah.
I have an interview on thursday, so I might not be capable of caring about anyone other than him and the budget for the next couple of weeks.
It's about the girls at this point. Sad, but true. And true. Or something like tha tyere.
going to pass out now. Cerebus and Toyfare Theatre, here I come.
""Walking back from your house...walking on the moon..."
