It's Thursday night and because tomorrow is the 4th of July and work is in nonexistence mode, I proceed to drink, alone, listening to Donovan and whatever sappy songs I can get a hold of.
Last week was terrible. I crashed again... hit a curb and went flying... hurt my shoulder and will have a couple of scars to remember... "thats the time.. I love her best.." (a little interjection). But, that just started off the week. Later there would be pre-teens throwing sodas at the front door of the vintage shop, because I asked them to next time dispose of the litter in the trash can up the block and not on the front stoop of the shop!
ahhh now some Book of Love, totally forgot about this gem in my music collection... OH how great!
The next night I get a little too wasted at Boone with Justine and Andrew, proceed to the pub where Nick is having his go away party before leaving to Europe for a month.... There Nick and I pick up a few of his friends when heading back to my place to hangout... I warn them of any activities that might take place, they show no hesitation... Once at my place we proceed with our planned activities...
The next thing I know, one of those kids is throwing up in my sink and the other trying to see the thrower upper while knocking off the framed picture I have of my sisters and I... picking it up he realizes the glass is broken... "uhhhh, I think I broke this"
Nick- "oh I think it is just some religious thing..."
me- "What, you broke my precious picture of my family!"
kid- "uhh, I guess"
me- "YOU DID! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?!!"
kid- "I will pay for it..."
My guild sets in at this point... I had bought that frame for 50 cents at salv army. I say "yeah you'll pay for it! Give me a dollar" So, my guilt wasn't fully intact...
Bad luck comes in threes and there are my threes, besides that 50cents I made...
Then I won at RISK on Sunday! Making up for the whole week!
But,.... I am here alone, no work tomorrow, wishing I was in St. Louis... wishing Audrey lived here again, or Bevin, Kristan, someone worth the shit to talk to...
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Yeah, your summer is sounding like mine. I can't wait to see you next week... I'm in IL with my family for a "vacation" but instead it's stressfest'08. So I can't wait for my real vacaaaaa.
Ps. your kid puking in the sink story sounds like a story I will have to tell you when I am in town!
Dude don't feel bad. The other 50 cents was for clean up charges.
Also, ughhhh Donovan? I can't listen to that shit. It makes me feel happy in a creepy way. Like when a creepy guy touches you inappropriately, and you're just genuinely glad for a little human contact. That doesn't happen to you?
Last time I played risk I beat the boys too. I haven't been asked to play lately...
i have a car now. i bought one for some reason. so lets plan some shit out, lady!
As I read your blog, I thought of another blog that reminded me of you. I was just browsing away from South City Musings when I came across Wardrobe Refashion at http://nikkishell.typepad.com/wardroberefashion/
People even send in pics of what they have done with vintage stuff. Check it out. And don't dringk and drive:)
That should be http://nikkishell.typepad.com/wardroberefashion/
Dang it, that's an ion at the end but the comment form won't pick up the whole damned url.
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