Disappeared off muh blog for a little. Time to record some life occurrences.
So, went to Jersey City the other day to see Jake. Which was pretty fucking great, until I got roofied by some random asshole at one of the bars. Or I might have shared a drink with a girl that got roofied, and we both ended up severely fucked up. I have no idea. I’m awful at watching my drinks at bars. My memory is GONE. I also made the mistake of accusing Jake (I know it wasn’t him because he did not take advantage of me in the state I was in), which is unfortunate on my part since I really like him and now I’ve probably fucked it all up. I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing… I like keeping my heart all locked up with the key down the sewer, and when it isn’t, I feel so fucking vulnerable and stressed out. What else….. oh, I left my bank card at a bar, also. Yay me. Going back Saturday to get it, and go to a Halloween party with some ladies I met last week. (I haven’t dressed up in years and have no idea what to wear fuuuck!)
Last night I went out for drinks with friends, then got pretty wasted afterwards. It was partially because I needed to de-stress, partially because I wanted to make sure that my alc tolerance didn’t get really low. But, I remember everything, despite getting wasted. So, I for sure got drugged last Friday. For the first time ever. It was a weird time. I wasn’t hungover the next day, just REALLY fucking confused, out of it, discombobulated. FUCKING TERRIBLE. Yesterday (mernnnday) was the first day that I felt with it and normal.
Yep. So there you have it.
fucking LIFE. chyep.
Updates of the lyf3.
So, I got a sewing machine today. I just wound up a bobbin for the first time since high school, threaded the machine, and sewed a little. I just tampered with an old shirt I don’t wear anymore to make it awesomer, which is cool! Successsss on the first attempt! I’m hoping that within 6 months to a year, I can practice and become good enough to make clothing and possibly sell it for extra $$$. Which leads me to the neeeext thing!
I’ve been thinking a lot about moving out and how much it would cost me this time around, etc. And TODAY I think I found my roommate! An awesome lady friend of mine that used to teach German at my high school, and now teaches yoga. She’s a pretty fucking great person, so if this works out, I’ll be all kinds of happy! :D
I have off the next two days, then until the beginning of November it’ll get kind of absurd. The end of NEXT week, I’ll be heading to Jersey City to hang awhile with Monsieur Jake, whom I met randomly at a bar earlier this year. Pretty solid dude. Whom has promised me a copy of the new Resistance album, which I must remember to remind him about! *want* THEN, I have to figure out how to work the train system to get to my friend’s house in NYC. Have I mentioned how terrible I am at navigating? I am fucking screwed. merrrrrp
I also want to try to get to the Hamburg Reptile Show, on Saturday morning. HAHAHAH, GOOD LUCK, SELF. Probably better if I don’t go. Last thing I need is more reptile friends.
And then after Saturday, my life will become a living hell of 7 days straight of workness. And long hours. and buh.
but, money. and, new apartment. it’ll be okay, me!
Nikki’s almost out of the hospital (tomorrow!)
I start my new job at the cafe today.
It’s my birthday tomorrow.
life is good.
This is beautiful.
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