Sitting here bored out of my mind on a Friday night. I was off today and I don't have work until tomorrow at 3pm... that would give me plenty of time to be hungover in a hypothetical situation where I was in fact, not sitting here alone and bored on a Friday night. My mind is slowly starting to go crazy (as it has a tendency to do when I am bored and alone). I don't know why my mind does this. If I sit here without company or some serious hands-on activity that keeps me physically active and busy, my mind goes into dark waters. Like, I start fabricating and imagining all sorts of fucked up scenarios and shit in my head. It's not healthy. In all reality, after last weekend and even this past week, I should really be taking it easy, so maybe sitting here bored is a good thing. I went hard last weekend, and partied two nights in a row. The fact that I was working all three weekend days on top of my partying did me pretty dirty. Saturday wasn't so bad (despite the fact that I slept over at my boyfriends and rolled into work wearing his skinny jeans with my six-inch booties- hey, the only alternative was to go in wearing my Axl Rose costume...), and I didn't even need to vomit (if you know me, you also know that that is a SERIOUS accomplishment for me since I'm the queen of barfing ;-) ). Saturday night took a turn for the worst though. I ended up going to Highline (I know, I know... I was/am banned, but Chris Brown was supposed to make an appearance so I felt compelled to go), and as per usual got inebriated. I ended up safe and sound at home (I'm not sure how, since I blacked out in the cab), but somehow passed out so hard that I didn't hear my phone ringing off the hook or even my door bell ringing when my bf got out of work and came over at 4am. Yikes. The next day, I woke up by God's good grace (since I had failed to even set an alarm). I woke up on my couch, wearing my costume, with no blanket, all of the lights on, and 18 missed phone calls. I felt like shit, as you can imagine. I don't know what was worse- the hangover (I may have still been drunk actually), or realizing what an asshole I was for passing out without my phone on volume and near my head. You know if it was the other way around I would have gone psycho and probably climbed a fire escape into his window if it were me waiting for him to open the door. I threw up multiple times at work, and even when I left work at 8pm, I still felt like shit. I really wish that sticking with drugs was acceptable behavior because alcohol does me dirty every time.
Welcome to the Jungle
shortly before I ate an entire 7eleven sheet pizza...
Friday night I am convinced I almost got kidnapped by a fake Uber driver (don't ask) and Saturday I was ready to kill some girl I was referring to as a "fire monkey," so perhaps it's best that I'm taking it easy this weekend (even though as I already mentioned, I'm sitting here bored out of my mind since my niece has gone to bed and I'm watching her). I celebrated my boyfriend's birthday on Wednesday night and it was awesome... I wish every day could be like that day ;) Sigh. But alas, we have work, obligations, and can't possibly party all night every day otherwise we would probably not be long for this world. I am just so happy when I am not working and am planning fun activities and surprises and making stuff... speaking of making stuff- the costumes I made for my niece and her friends turned out pretty awesome. I won't post pics of the kids (since I don't want to exploit them or affiliate such innocent children with my raucous blog), but here are some snippets of my niece's princess costume:
The crown... my floor is still covered in glitter. Hell, I'm still covered in glitter...
The princess gown.
And the result of my excessive glitter use... I still have glitter on the couch, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, and randomly in my hair/on my body. It's a real mood lifter now that the days are shorter and the weather is colder.
Despite the fact that I love buying for other people, I still love buying for myself too. Mami needed a new pair of 7 inch shoes ;) Nothing lifts a sour mood like prancing around in a pair of underwear and heels blasting Jane's Addiction and drinking coffee like it's going out of style.
