tres_mortel

Who tha hell names their diary??
2010-05-23 02:38:46 (UTC)

Beware the Smirnoff Lemonade

I feel so old. I'm only 25 but I'm apparently not
what I use to be. Rayne's at her overbearing, pushy
grandmother's again this wknd so I decided to let loose &
drank a 6pk of those Smirnoff Lemonades last night. That
use to be just an appetizer for me, but apparently it's
been way too long since I've done any serious drinking &
that stupid little 6pk got me totally wasted. I actually
vomited. I have never vomited from drinking, EVER, & have
drank WAY more than that before & still been able to
function. So it's official, I'm old.
To be honest I actually got the beer so I'd loosen up
enough to tell Alan all that needed to be said. To get a
job, to get out, to grow up, blah blah blah. But after
about the 4th beer the conversation went sort of like
this..."Don't touch my beers. No you can't have one get a
f*cking job. This place is a wreck what tha hell did you
do all day besides trash my house? You better clean off
the stove & clean up my kitchen when you're through cookin
that nasty smellin crap in there. Don't be coming in here
turning the volume on your stupid playstation up over my
Mr. Sancho cd, I was in here first." Lol, so in
conclusion, I just ended up sounding like a drunk b*tch
then really accomplishing anything & getting the message
across.
I'm working a weird & long shift tonight, 7pm-7am.
They didn't have anyone else that would work the night
audit shift 11pm-7am or the evening shift 3-11pm today so
the girl that usually works the morning shift 7am-3pm split
the evening shift w/me & then I'm working the overnight
shift as well. So she worked 7am-7pm & I'm working 7pm-
7am. Lots of fun here.
I washed all of our laundry before I went in & it was
so freaking hot in that laundry facility w/all the dryers
going today, besides the fact that it was over 90 degrees
outside. By the time I got done & got back to my apt it
was time for me to get ready for work, no time for a
shower. Yuck.
I put on a lot of deodorant, a little bit of perfume &
my clean clothes after I wiped off as best I could with a
wash cloth. My face was still really shiny from where I
had been sweatin & stuff, though, so I decided to put some
powder on tonight. I really don't bother much with makeup
anymore, just too busy. I told him I was taking my car to
work tonight because I have no idea what time I'll be
getting off & frankly, I'm sick of being driven around &
wasting my precious gas. So because of all this my
boyfriend starts asking me where I'm going & who I'm seeing
& whatnot. I said, "I'm going to work. Don't believe me?
Then get off your butt, walk down the street & see for
yourself." My work is only like a 10min drive straight
down our street. I'm really sick of his insecurities. I'm
tired of feeling like I always have to defend myself & my
actions. And I'm totally & completely sick of buying him
crap & supporting his lazy butt.
I'm going to order me a Domino's pizza & have it
delivered here to my work so I can have something to eat
tonight. And even though I know I won't eat it all up
here, I'm getting cheese because I know when I bring it
home & put it in the fridge, it'll still be there later
when I go for it because out of all the things he inhales
in my kitchen, he doesn't like cheese pizza =)




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