This will not be on my tombstone.
I’m taking the ex to Comic Con with us. Probably not the wisest choice, but it is what it is. He took me to dinner Sat night.
I’m not quite sure how to break it to him that he’s been friend-zoned. I think he expects us to get together again, and I can’t do that. We have been on text/talking terms for two weeks and I already want to stab him. (Interesting side note: the men in his family have been stabbed/near stabbed at an alarming rate)
I hope Chis (the man who looks like Jeffery Dean Morgan & Gerrard Butler) calls me and we actually do go to the movies. Not so much because his smile is so sexy, but I don’t remember having such a great time with a stranger before and I kinda wanna know if that was a fluke or not. Either way I am glad I met him when I did, I may have been in danger of ending up back in the old relationship, which turned out to be pretty toxic.
I am in love with the new doctor. IN LOVE.
My poison Ivy wig came and so did I cause god it’s sexy.
My daughters text said:
You should wear that daily.such class.much wig
Damn kid, I just might! FYI, these sexy curls go all the way to my ass. Squeeeeee.
I have a date with my ex on Sat. So that should be interesting. He’s coming to Comic Con with us. I haven’t broke that to Lex yet. No telling how she will take it. They were two evil peas in the pod together, but she hates him since the break up. Not going to be a great convo.
That’s how I feel about life these days
I’m drowning in bills, I’m drowning in messes, I’m drowning in not enough time in the day.
I need a row boat fast.
The amount of days that I’m perfectly fine and then crying for reasons completely out of my control are, well, out of control.
I’m just not sure how to possibly get it all together.
I miss Ryan. He was right to get the fuck out, I can’t help myself, I understand why it finally made him so angry. I think it will be a really long time until I am ready to date again, which doesn’t change the fact that I want to date. I’m not talking about sex either. I can get that from at least 6 men with a phone call, but that’s not what I want. I don’t put out anymore unless it really means something to me.
Uggggg. I’m a fucking basket case a million ways to Sunday.
Also I have a fucking extra gold pass to Comiccon and nobody to use it with. I imagine I can sell it, but I wish someone, anyone, wanted to go with me.
I had a crazy night last night.
We started a Friday after work bar club.
Kerry shares a car with her husband and we get off at three on Fridays.
So we went to the bar to have a couple beers but a couple turned into A lot and the next thing I know I met some 27-year-old.
Kerry’s husband found a AA chip in his pocket. He thought it was three months but it turned out to be 24 hours so we played quarters with it. Of course I was looking for an eligible bachelor to keep me company, so Kerry was inviting people to play quarters with mostly single men (only).
It turned into a shit ton of fun but somewhere along the line I ended up with one man in particular. He was very nice and he was from Tennessee.
I convinced him to go home with me and play cards against humanities. Then we ended up making out and falling asleep and then I took him back to his hotel this morning.
I never did give him my phone number or anything it was pretty crazy.
The crazier part of the night was when my daughter’s father walked into the bar and stayed with his friends. We ended up sitting at the table next to him it was surreal. Of course we behaved ourselves because we’re both nice enough people. And he left way before things got crazy for me.
All in all I rate the night a 12 out of 10.
I didn’t find out my cute boy was 27 until we after we had done some pretty heavy making out. Bwah ha ha ha ha.
It was nice to have some human contact no matter how you cut the cake.
Damn it, damn it, damn it all to hell.
4 (6) apple/mango Rita’s and I fucking drunk text the boy.
What the fuck is wrong with me.
Not to mention the flood of YouTube songs on my FB feed. Take that FB friends, I never liked you anyway.
(I do! Probably 20 of you/em anyway)
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK
I wish I could have gone home today (so does my bank account!!) Vegas is boring alone. Didn’t use to be that way, but it is, and that’s that.
I had a wild sec dream about Jess Friday night. We didn’t even make it to first base, but it was hot. When I told her about it she was mostly disappointed she couldn’t even get laid in my dreams.
On a serious note, I’m pretty sure someone rufied Jess at the nightclub we went to. If you have ever drank with her, you know she is sober as a judge after two and a half glasses of wine. She was fine when we walked into the club. We each got a drink, danced for a bit, then left. Neither of us finished our drinks. Jess could barely walk after we got out. She drank a little mire and we played some cards, then she went to the bathroom. After a while I went to get her. I guess she fell asleep and wacked her head in the stall. After the longest taxi ride ever, I got her back to the hotel safely. It was pretty scary though.
I know I said I was going to kiss someone this weekend, but I lied. I have no actual desire to kiss another person. I miss Ryan, I wish he had his head straight. I hope it’s not another 10 years before I find someone else I care about like that.
Vegas is flooding. I’m supposed to drive home today, but this flood watch is until 9pm.
I used to live here, I know what that means, they don’t joke around with the flood watch stuff here.
So, do I call and ask for an extra day off, or do I just put on my big girl panties and deal with it?
When I booked my room, I booked it for two nights. It’s a free room, and there was a two night minimum lol, so I’m covered there.
Maybe I should just shut off the news……