Monday, January 11, 2010

Sometimes it's easier for me to express myself through writing rather than face to face. Don't get me wrong, if we met and I thought you were a Tool, I'd tell you. Not really. I have nothing to say now though. I don't know what to say, I mean write. Writers block? But I am especially tired and sore today. I was barely mobile yesterday. Sat night was my officially old birfday party - AKA, the aROCKalypse. I spent most of the time rolling on the floor, on cars... and random parking lots. And climbing walls. I almost broke my hip. I did break my red shoe though. NOT COOL. Plus, I got dry humped in the doorway of the unisex bathroom. I was hell bent for leather. Then I ran into an "old friend" who now won't stop texting me. I'm convinced it was not a coincidence he showed up and lurked. I think his "safety girl" would get upset if she found this out, so I'll just leave it at that. Oh yeah, I was starving yesterday too, and did not have food in my fridge. And ran out of juice. It blew. Not that I really need food right now, cause I gained mucho pounds from the holidayz, but you know how that is. Or not. Plus, I'm trying to ween off gloggers, and it's hard. I said hard. That's all I have to say about that. I don't have advice today, but will real soon. Or if you need advice, just ask. Word.

The end.


Oh wait... sometimes people don't know WTF my terminology is, so I will always explain. Or try to.

"Old Friend" is a boy from your past.

"Safety Girl" is your mom in a younger woman's body. The girls men feel secure with.

"Gloggers" are the evil cigarettes that kill you and make you cough, and make you look old. They are bad and addictive.

1 comment:

  1. You and Ian came up with the term gloggers years ago at the Black Duck in Westport!!

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