dorkfysh's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- friday night My throat is sore and my nose is stuffy. Just in time for the new job! Wheee! Bah. Last night I sold some more CDs from my dwindling pile and took the kid to window shop on Hawthorne. She ended up getting an amazing skirt and a cute postcard for $2. We aren't very good at the window part of the shopping, but the skirt was perfect and the woman in the gift shop was so nice I had to at least buy a postcard or be consumed by guilt. We got some yummy food and then I picked up some beer and headed over to B's for some porch sitting. The girls played and fought and played and fought and when were outside freezing our asses off the wacky guy that lives next door offered us drinks because he was feeling bad that her house is being sold out from under her. He brought out giant coconutty rum and cokes and we stood in the driveway and listened to him tell bad jokes and stories about him beating up people. When M came home the neighbor guy brought out some little tiny cordial glasses and some fancy vodka that was supposed to be for sipping, but I can't sip that stuff. I just need to get it over with. We listed to prison blues and music for hoboes and it all would have been much better with a nice bonfire and a lot less creepy sexist jokes. It was all a few too many drinks for me. oops. I don't like to be drunk. I wasn't falling down and shitty drunk, but I was not making sense and felt overtired. The kids had gone to sleep so I decided to take advantage of the futon at B's. I turned on the teevee and the 70's version of King Kong was on. I remember my mom taking me to see it when I was a kid and I had to leave the theater to throw up when they started shooting at Kong. I shut it off right after they got to the island. What a shitty movie. Jessica Lange has really come so far. The kid came out and cuddled up to me and next thing I know it's morning B's little girl was sneakily trying to climb into bed with us. I was very mean since I woke up feeling like someone had repeatedly stabbed the inside of my throat with ragged broken glass. Ow. Now I'm drinking gypsy cold care tea and hoping that we feel good enough to go do something fun tonight. *sniff* 1:16 p.m. - May 03, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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