When I was working in kitchens during high school I somehow got the nickname "space monkey". I think this monkey is in space.
It took me all of 10 minutes this evening to decide that I regretted not going out and getting hammered outta my tree with roomies and assorted people they know. I didn't go for a bunch dumb reasons. I had a shitty day at work, I made a angry bitch cry, I forgot to return the (awesome) movies I rented, and my sleep schedule is completely and utterly fucked (AGAIN!).
But I got thoughtful and here I am, pouring my heart and soul out to the internet. The place where my feelings on breasts and tequila (or a fun mix of the two) are more well known then pretty much everything else.
That's okay. Tonight we shake it up a bit.
I hate it when I get to using my brain some days. I have a terrible habit to over think things and get lost in my own head. It doesn't happen as much as it used to, but there it is. Ironically, even though I hate being in this place, it's also when I do my best writing. Besides not going out, I also got 1500 words into a brand new short story. But Gah!
Oh and music. Music keeps me sane on nights like this. But for that matter I think I'd be terrible at being insane if I was actually insane. I actually would be better at being insane if I was sane enough to know what I was doing.
Make sense? I don't give a shit. New music.
You'd think that since I can only think of like 5 people who appreciate my taste in much that I'd stop putting up videos I doubt most of my readers would like.
However...you? Think? I doubt it.
I hate how I am so many people and personalities all wrapped into one awesome and not-remotely dragon shaped package. I just don't seem to know where my base line is anymore. I spent so long not being myself that I started not being me without thinking, but now that I don't have to be that way anymore I think I might be overdoing it a tad.
Or that could be because Jay is in town. I've only been able to spend time with him a handful of times in the last few years, so it's usually a bit crazy when we get together. I do love having his dumb ass around. Being as close as twin brothers can be, he can give me a perspective on the shit happening in my life that only someone who understands and hates my sense of humor can give. I could live having that happen more often.
But yeah advice only works if you actually take it. Something I need to work on. Like soon. Or now. Now would probably be better.
The roomies seem to like him too, but I have a suspicion that Becca doesn't approve of our version of "witty banter", which involves us cursing each other out in what we feel is imaginative (but not really) ways. We'll try.
I did kinda get pissed off at him for sharing some stories that I didn't really feel like sharing. It was pretty stupid to get upset though, as I realized that if you go through a bunch of old entries on this very blog (and maybe read between the lines a bit) its all there.
Oops. Feel kinda dumb about that. Heh story of my life.
No girl drama lately. Which is probably good. But slightly boring. I guess I'm a glutton for punishment.
That's me. I am way too cool to be here on time. Tongue. I can not have tea.
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