but i'm not hungover. I didn't get drunk last night. I get the punishment without the reward? hell, i didn't even take the valium ...
maybe it was the hookah. depriving myself of O2 for that long can't be good for my brain. But damn, was it tasty.
So i met up with Steph, Marge, Ben, Christine, and Justin McBee last night at Alta. I showed up on time. Amazing, eh? no one else showed up till around 8 ... i guess i can deal with eating my dinner, sitting there by myself ...
like
margarthemighty stated, it really was a night of catty bitchery. And so much fun ... I love having all my catty bitch hot piece of ass girls together for an evening of mutual maliciousness. Garnered some interesting info, about why someone tried to do so much damage ... a bit of a different angle than i truly expected, and still laughable nonetheless ...
Michael showed up after he got off work, and after everyone else left, we went up to Fullerton to hang out with Joe and Cody. Joe has a beautiful new hookah and a thousand different flavors of tobacco, so that was quite lovely. played some pool, took some pictures, it was fun. Michael and i left chalk handprints all over. It was obnoxiously cute. I ended up with matching handprints on each asscheek, on from Michael and one from Cody.
Cody gave me presents from Mexico. It's all been stashed in my room ... I have to decide how much "behaving myself" i really want to do ... I tend to make myself walk a tight line, but I think it's okay ...
Hanging out with Cody is good for my ego.
We left about 4ish, I took Michael home ... talked in my car for a while, and said lots that I'm glad was said ...
i think head-over-heels is the best way to put it ...
and to know that the feeling is returned makes me melt inside. It's never been like this before ...
