“apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur”
Highlights (or points of interest) of the holidays:
Almost two weeks off work.
We did small family christmas at my apartment again, which was cool – makes me feel like some kind of a grownup. My family got me the best gifts i didn’t ask for ever.
4 people. 3 dogs. 1 car. 9 hours. 2 times.
Thanks to my bro, the title song here has been stuck in my head the whole time.
Dyke drama. Good god.
Crazy drunken night – good food, great people, wii and guitar hero, and even getting our work done, an argument (not really, but i can’t think of a better brief description) with A, sex with a friend, and a distinct lack of sleep.
A fucking great drag show…despite some technical difficulties.
Got kicked out of a Waffle House (so not my fault).
Went to a New Years party with Jake. Had a great time hanging out with her. The party was mostly really fun. I think we just made up the countdown ’cause there wasn’t a tv on in the place. And then i suddenly and unequivocally hit my social interaction wall. So the last hour where i was kind of hiding at a table trying not to freak or get too pissy rather sucked. (side note: i don’t think that social phobia stuff happens when i drink. But i was completely sober on new years (and once it’s hit, it’s too late – drinking is a -really- bad idea ’cause it’ll totally exacerbate however grumpy you feel)) We crashed at a friend’s and shared a bed, with a little (innocent) cuddling and no weirdness at all.
So that was my happy holidays. It’s a shame i’ve gotta be back at work now – the free time was the best part.
“Low” – T Pain