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guys, please stop trying to get in my pants [Dec. 8th, 2004|06:47 pm]
The Christmas season is now in full swing. I can barely contain my enthusiasm. Or my sarcasm. You choose.

I've been really busy with work lately - there's at least one holiday party every day at that restuarant, and I've been bartending most of them. It's a lot of work, and a lot of time, but damn, the money sure does make it worth it. I may actually have enough to have a proper Christmas this year, and pay my bills to boot. Hot damn. I've only bought stuff for Lacy so far; I'm actually done shopping for her, and now must move on to everyone else. Is it wrong that I'm only worried about getting my girlfriend quality gifts, and I could give a shit about everyone else's? That's debatable. But oh man, did I do good for her birthday. And Christmas. But mostly her birthday. I can't wait to see her face. Let's hope she's as psyched about it as I am.

Julie finally called me yesterday. I can't tell you how happy this makes me. I'm supposed to be hanging out with her tonight but she's at a shiva (oy!), and I don't know how late that will run, so we'll see. If not tonight, then tomorrow. I hope it's tonight though. Something tells me we'll wind up down the shore, as used to be the status quo with us. In any case, I'll probably be seeing the sun rise, which is awesome. I miss that more than I can get across in words. Yay for me getting my best friend back.

I was supposed to go out to dinner with one of my regulars from the bar tonight, but I found out he was interested in me, so I formulated a weak excuse and got out of it for the time being. I was more or less told by two people that I was pretty naive to think he just wanted to go out to dinner for the hell of it, as friends. This reinforces my hatred of trying to make friends, specifically male ones. If there are any guys you know of who are fun to hang out with and won't want to fuck me, please send them my way.

Tomorrow is getting-shit-done-on-my-day-off day. My room is a wreck. I haven't even gone downstairs yet today because I don't want to see it for fear of a panic attack. I suppose I could be cleaning it now but I'm not in the mood. And for the love of God, I need to walk tomorrow. I am a lazy girl. I haven't walked in four days. But I've lost five pounds. Go figure.


[User Picture]From: kids_and_heroes
2004-12-09 04:20 pm (UTC)

And for Carly. I'm always psyched for some Carly.
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