BUURRRP.

That was a good one.

I have been having these fantasies now about being a writer, and how that seems to fit so well with my sort of alcoholism.  I imagine myself having to explain to my boss at my day job that I missed a day of work because I was in jail.  I was in jail because I was caught drinking in public at the whole foods down the block.  I wanted to get out, you see, into the world to do my writing.  So I packed up a nalgene bottle with sancerre and my macbook and headed to the wholesome grocery to get my thoughts down.  Then some weird altercation went down where an employee spilled my nalgene bottle and suddenly I was in jail.  Then I had to call some random attractive trusted male person to rescue me.  Not sure who it is, but I do know that he is secretly in love with me and therefore does not mind at all the task of going to the police station and bailing me out.  Too bad I can’t think of who that is, which is kind of depressing and yet intriguing in some weird way.  I’ll have to think about that .  In the meantime, I’ll try not to get arrested tonight.  Oh also, part of this fantasy is when somebody “accidentally” finds out this entire fiasco and then I look like a total fucking badass when I tell the story.

This was the Google image result for fucking badass:

Night!

::1 Glass Savingnon Blanc::

3 hours go by..

:::3 more glasses sauvingnon Blanc:::

Did I format that right?  Anyway, I’m going to start writing a lot more now while sauced.  I’m listening to spring awakening right now because I saw a show tonight and I wanted to listen to show tunes.  I saw In the Heights, which was great.  But still I know that Spring Awakening id my favorite show I’ve ever seen.  It is so utterly gorgeous in the way it contrasts modern music/lyrics with the 1800s (?) setting.  And the story lines are so completely fucked up that it makes everything that much more powerful.

Anona is at her fund raiser tonight, hope its going well girl!! You rock and are also very inspiring.  I miss everyone, I think I’ve become an outcast at work.  I left early tonight to meet people for drinks after the show which was planned, meanwhile I had left my phone at home.  So I come home after the show much later and find a text from my coworker that says “nobody is here you should wait until 6:55 [as oppose to 6:45].”  But I didnt get that so I DID go to the bar at 6:45 and there WERE people there.  What the fuck does that mean?  That they really just didn’t want me to come meet them?  Am I that fucking bad?  Or am I over reacting?  Like why did she care?  There still would have been the 5 people that I know left work before.  Fucking people think that no one can read through their shit, well I can.  And I’m kind of insulted/hurt.

Thats a terrible place to end; so Im ending riiiiiiiiiiiight here.

PEACE