I don't know where I left off because the last few days have been a complete blur. My horoscope was so correct. I just reread it with everything that happened in the last week. It told me I would be appreciated at my job. Turns out that meant a promotion.
I kinda like being able to make decisions. I need to get a planner though because my life is so much crazier than it has ever been. I don't know what is happening when. I know that I'm gonna end up going to the wrong job or something soon. Three jobs. Not enough time to do them. That is why I am spending most of my night tonight blogging and finding new friends on myspace. There will be lots of drinking happening tonight and some more tomorrow because I actually don't have to work tomorrow. I do have to work a crap ton this weekend though. Uggg.
If I ignore Doctor will he go away? I really don't want to talk to him right now. Every time I talk to him he makes me angry. Doctor Pecker has become his nickname. Now he is accusing me via text message that I'm ignoring him. He is the one that said he would call on Monday. He did not call. What am I supposed to do? Call him? I don't think so. He was the one who has pushed me to the side. He is the one who is doing everything wrong. I'm just tired of not being loved. So therefore, I'm ignoring him. So I'm bad. Did anyone not know that?
I have been flirting with lots of different boys. Like lots of them. And its been going pretty well. Last night I came into the coffee shop drunk. When asked by a cute regular where he should put his plate, I told him, "I'll tell you where to put it." I also told not-banker that I was easy today. By not-banker I mean not Banker. On Saturday, boys were watching me dance and flirting with me. One even walked by and grabbed my ass. I was dancing with a hot boy. We'll call him Abortion Boy. He works at Planned Parenthood. He is also "bi". But I know his roommate and think he's hot. He was kissing on my neck and grinding. Like grinding against my penis. Mexico was so enjoying the attention.
By the way, I named my testicles Guatamala and Honduras. I think it is very appropriate. I didn't get a number but he knows where to find me.
Tonight, Paramedic's birthday party and Showtunes with the Postman. MIKE will probably also be there. The whole ex's thing is not working out so well. They all hate each other. Such fun. I wonder if Doctor will show up too. This could be a night for the blog.