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Things that happened yesterday.
Sat Jan 21, 2012 5:43:12 pm
I didn't go to sleep until 5:30am, because I was cuddling. This is technically the beginning of my day, though it felt like the end to the night before. I hate that late night/early morning transition. You never know what day it really feels like. I woke up at 8. I had breakfast plans with my friend.* Breakfast was sweet. I went home and fed and walked the dogs. I showered and dressed for the day. It was hard to figure out what to wear. I kind of messed up here because I didn't dress for cold weather. I wasn't expecting to have to face any icy blasts of cold air.
I drove to Orlando. I went thrifting with my awesome friend Kasi. We talked about boys. We acted goofy, we laughed a little too loudly. We made fools of ourselves. You know, the usual.**
I then began my journey to the Drunken Monkey, where Prinny was patiently waiting for me. He was sitting on a couch, plugged into the wall. He was wearing a cool shirt. Don't tell him I said that. We had a great dinner. He had some kind of soup which I've already forgotten the name of. I had a really awesome wrap that I could only eat half of and this delicious minestrone soup. He ate a lot of crackers. I pointed out cute girls to him. He was disinterested. We decided to look for a hobby lobby. It turned out to be closed. We were sad pandas. We then went to Barnes and Noble. There were a bunch of boisterous people in the upstairs section. Prinny was curious, but I got anxious. He was a gentleman and didn't make me go up there to explore. I believe Prinny was shocked to hear that I have social anxieties. People usually are shocked to hear this.*** It's the truth. I picked up a book that I have been desperately wanting to read. I eventually set the book back down. It was the hardest decision of my life and I'm still not sure that I made the right decision.
Prinny and I were invited to a hockey game. We showed up an hour early and sat in my car, goofing around until it was time to go inside. We had a conversation about being single, and how I am changing as a single person. Improving. Prinny told me he was going to poop in my purse. We then had a battle for my purse. I was not interested in having him poop in my purse. The hockey game was pretty awesome. I love fast paced sports. Also, the violence was cool. This is the part where I froze my butt off. I met Prinny's friend. He was pretty cool. The two of them together were hilarious. After the game, I took him home. We ended up on a toll road. I hate toll roads. They make me anxious.***** Seriously. We talked about making muffins. He didn't give me a goodbye hug. I headed home. At this point it was close to 2am and I was tired.
I realized how tired I was, and thought about my long trek home. I stopped in at a gas station for a red bull. I rarely drink red bull. Some tatted up (cute) drunk dude bought it for me. It was swell. I drove home. There were a lot of drunk drivers out, which makes me anxious. I got home safe and immediately fell asleep.
* On my way to breakfast, some dude in an 18 wheeler harassed me. He would pull up to me and honk his horn, then make the "show me your boobs" motion and say "YOU GOT BIG TITS!" It was annoying.
** I tried on a dress that my boobs did not fit into. It was saddening, because it was oh so cute before I put it on. I took a picture of the monstrous sight, and sent it to my friends who thought it was hilarious.
*** I get really nervous and awkward when faced with a room full of strangers that I do not know. This always shocks people who know me as the wildly outgoing, goofball that I am. It's not something I can even explain to anyone. It's a strange social anxiety that I have no control over and am trying to overcome. I was not always the way that I am. At one point in time I was incredibly shy.
prevnextfirstlast 12 Sat Jan 21, 2012 5:43:12 pm
I didn't go to sleep until 5:30am, because I was cuddling. This is technically the beginning of my day, though it felt like the end to the night before. I hate that late night/early morning transition. You never know what day it really feels like. I woke up at 8. I had breakfast plans with my friend.* Breakfast was sweet. I went home and fed and walked the dogs. I showered and dressed for the day. It was hard to figure out what to wear. I kind of messed up here because I didn't dress for cold weather. I wasn't expecting to have to face any icy blasts of cold air.
I drove to Orlando. I went thrifting with my awesome friend Kasi. We talked about boys. We acted goofy, we laughed a little too loudly. We made fools of ourselves. You know, the usual.**
I then began my journey to the Drunken Monkey, where Prinny was patiently waiting for me. He was sitting on a couch, plugged into the wall. He was wearing a cool shirt. Don't tell him I said that. We had a great dinner. He had some kind of soup which I've already forgotten the name of. I had a really awesome wrap that I could only eat half of and this delicious minestrone soup. He ate a lot of crackers. I pointed out cute girls to him. He was disinterested. We decided to look for a hobby lobby. It turned out to be closed. We were sad pandas. We then went to Barnes and Noble. There were a bunch of boisterous people in the upstairs section. Prinny was curious, but I got anxious. He was a gentleman and didn't make me go up there to explore. I believe Prinny was shocked to hear that I have social anxieties. People usually are shocked to hear this.*** It's the truth. I picked up a book that I have been desperately wanting to read. I eventually set the book back down. It was the hardest decision of my life and I'm still not sure that I made the right decision.
Prinny and I were invited to a hockey game. We showed up an hour early and sat in my car, goofing around until it was time to go inside. We had a conversation about being single, and how I am changing as a single person. Improving. Prinny told me he was going to poop in my purse. We then had a battle for my purse. I was not interested in having him poop in my purse. The hockey game was pretty awesome. I love fast paced sports. Also, the violence was cool. This is the part where I froze my butt off. I met Prinny's friend. He was pretty cool. The two of them together were hilarious. After the game, I took him home. We ended up on a toll road. I hate toll roads. They make me anxious.***** Seriously. We talked about making muffins. He didn't give me a goodbye hug. I headed home. At this point it was close to 2am and I was tired.
I realized how tired I was, and thought about my long trek home. I stopped in at a gas station for a red bull. I rarely drink red bull. Some tatted up (cute) drunk dude bought it for me. It was swell. I drove home. There were a lot of drunk drivers out, which makes me anxious. I got home safe and immediately fell asleep.
* On my way to breakfast, some dude in an 18 wheeler harassed me. He would pull up to me and honk his horn, then make the "show me your boobs" motion and say "YOU GOT BIG TITS!" It was annoying.
** I tried on a dress that my boobs did not fit into. It was saddening, because it was oh so cute before I put it on. I took a picture of the monstrous sight, and sent it to my friends who thought it was hilarious.
*** I get really nervous and awkward when faced with a room full of strangers that I do not know. This always shocks people who know me as the wildly outgoing, goofball that I am. It's not something I can even explain to anyone. It's a strange social anxiety that I have no control over and am trying to overcome. I was not always the way that I am. At one point in time I was incredibly shy.

Sat Jan 21, 2012 5:58:20 pm
sounds like a great day

Sat Jan 21, 2012 6:12:13 pm
I must remember not to look in your purse.

Sat Jan 21, 2012 6:26:39 pm
I used to love seeing hockey games when i was living at home. I like them for the same reasons you do. Oddly, I have not been to one since I moved here.
I hate it when you find the perfect dress only to find it does not fit. My breasts are not the issue when it comes to dresses, my hips are. Yuck.

Sat Jan 21, 2012 10:59:36 pm
Where did Prinny poop?

Sat Jan 21, 2012 11:14:14 pm
I DIDN'T POOP IN HER PURSE!! It was an empty threat.
Also, it was Greek lentil soup and she kept saying stuff like "Look how short so-and-so player is!" and I'm like "Who cares?!" Also, am I supposed to hug you every time? I mean, I did it once this year--what do you want from me, woman?
Also, I said that one girl was cute--I went into a whole thing about what I'd say and how smooth I'd be.

Sat Jan 21, 2012 11:14:31 pm
re: comment#1
sounds like a great day
The best parts were all with me in it.
Sun Jan 22, 2012 12:12:26 am
re: comment#6
I DIDN'T POOP IN HER PURSE!! It was an empty threat.
Also, it was Greek lentil soup and she kept saying stuff like "Look how short so-and-so player is!" and I'm like "Who cares?!" Also, am I supposed to hug you every time? I mean, I did it once this year--what do you want from me, woman?
Also, I said that one girl was cute--I went into a whole thing about what I'd say and how smooth I'd be.
Why didn't you go talk to cute girl? You should have forced Taken to be your wangwoman. Also, it was Greek lentil soup and she kept saying stuff like "Look how short so-and-so player is!" and I'm like "Who cares?!" Also, am I supposed to hug you every time? I mean, I did it once this year--what do you want from me, woman?
Also, I said that one girl was cute--I went into a whole thing about what I'd say and how smooth I'd be.

Sun Jan 22, 2012 12:44:23 am
agrees with: comment#3
I must remember not to look in your purse.

Sun Jan 22, 2012 12:44:57 am
re: comment#4
I used to love seeing hockey games when i was living at home. I like them for the same reasons you do. Oddly, I have not been to one since I moved here.
I hate it when you find the perfect dress only to find it does not fit. My breasts are not the issue when it comes to dresses, my hips are. Yuck.
♥I hate it when you find the perfect dress only to find it does not fit. My breasts are not the issue when it comes to dresses, my hips are. Yuck.

Sun Jan 22, 2012 12:46:01 am
re: comment#9
Why didn't you go talk to cute girl? You should have forced Taken to be your wangwoman.
I was totes down to be wangwoman too. 
Sun Jan 22, 2012 12:49:39 am
re: comment#9
Why didn't you go talk to cute girl? You should have forced Taken to be your wangwoman.
I was shy. 
Sun Jan 22, 2012 1:01:09 am
re: comment#14
I was shy.
Are you sure you didn't just trip over your ginormous wiener?
Sun Jan 22, 2012 1:02:31 am
re: comment#14
I was shy.
This is why you use the wangwoman. She can talk to cover your awkward silences. 
Sun Jan 22, 2012 1:03:22 am
re: comment#17
Are you sure you didn't just trip over your ginormous wiener?
It was parallel to my leg so I was kind of limping away--I don't think she saw. That only added to my embarrassment (although I did have on my best hat).
Sun Jan 22, 2012 1:10:40 am
re: comment#19
It was parallel to my leg so I was kind of limping away--I don't think she saw. That only added to my embarrassment (although I did have on my best hat).
Likely story.







