prestently listening to:my comp hum

intentions to: go to the gym i guess

soberity level: 3 handfuls of peanut M&Ms down so far

g'mornin to y'all.

its fucking early. what is my un(in?)cooperative ass doing up so pheakin early? well, let me tell you...

no fun story. tricked you.

i went to Ausie last night with some friends and was dubed drunk and usless by 10 pm. cool. atleast i got a kick ass game of shuffel borad in before i bailed outta there. i'm so lame. about 10 mins after i left, the rest of everyone we'd been waiting for arrived i guess. i lied and said i was meeting up with Mr. DJ AlphanumErik. it wasn't so much a lie. i was hoping to see the dude, but he didn't call me back till 12 and i was asleep by then.

Ausies was good fun. Daryl said somthing funny though. i don't know him well at all. he doesn't talk much, never drinks with all of us, just kinda, is, there. ya know the type? hes a real nice guy, i think. all i know is that he spends much time studying to be an EMT. in any case...we were playing shuffle board when i noticed him stareing. "what?" i asked. "nothing. i've just never seen you dressed like this before. you look kinda sexy. i'm kinda turned on. i don't know what to do." huh? i was wearing a fitted sweater and jeans. "thanks? what the fuck is that supost to mean?" he responded with somthing slightly insulting, but thanks to my drunken haze i can't recall what he said. it was offensive in a very nonsexual way, somthing dumb. i dunno.

feeling slightly akward, i decided to take control of the situation by sitting down with him and getting to know him a little. i used my passive agressive conversation control skills involving prolonged eye contact and complete obliviousness to the rest of the bar. i know what your thinking, thats flirting. oh contrare! because after getting a feel for his life, he asked about mine, and more specifically, brandon or whom he'd met just a week before at a bar in PA, Blue Chalk. and, very causually i proceeded to allude to my inconcievable happiness with the most amazing person ever. just to be a brat i mentioned how my BP was going on tour friday (was as in past tense, not happening anymore). i was boasting about my "boyfriend" and damit, it felt good!

it was fabulous. Daryl and i are good friends now.

so i went home. (someone remind me to quit driving under the influence.) and i was asleep before 11. BP called, but i really don't remember much of that. i was asleep when he called and only picked up cause, well, because it was him.