the ramblings of a drunk bitch
So my gramma is away on a bible retreat and i’m home alone. i took a 2 hour long bath with sea salts and watched 300 and read cosmo and drank hard cider. sorry gram.
My first problem was that I cooked. I made orange chicken. I should have gotten take out. But no fucking chinese place delivers in this shit hole of a town, and I did’t want to drive.. Although, now that i’ve eaten my weight in pre-cooked, re-thawed, frozen orange chicken… it would have been worth it.
on the plus side, though, I got my ear pierced and I look cute as fuck. double helix cartilage piercing- top one’s a diamond, bottom one’s a ring. And I look great.
So on this freshly-pierced ear high, i decided to buy myself a couple magazines, rent myself a couple movies, bake myself a couple cookies (never got to) and buy myself a six pack of angry orchards (screw off, they’re delicious). The only thing missing was the Chinese food in the take out box and the chop sticks and the Sex and the City, but I’m not bitter or anything.
Also, excuse me while I alternate between using capitols and not using capitols.
Anyway. There’s a marching band competitino tomorrow. I’m going to go on a run before-hand. Because even though I’ve lost between 5-10 pounds I feel like a fucking elephant after 5 beers (i’ll call them beer if i want to) and half a box of shitty chicken later. low self-esteem rant over.
And as a side note, fuck ex boyfriends. And concerts in a month and them asking to make a date out of it and inviting you to visit their family and family friends in California. What the fuck am I supposed to do, “Hi, my name’s Kaleigh, I’m the EX GIRLFRIEND NICE TO MEET YOU OKAY WE’LL JUST GO TO OUR HOTEL ROOM THAT WE PAID FOR NOW IT WAS NICE TO MEET YOU BAI” wtf is that real life? Is real life being so “chill” that there’s no boundaries or respect for the sanctity of the relationship? Not to be too old fashioned. Even though I sure I am. And maybe I’ll end up an old maid for this. But I just want to be in a relationship where the person I’m with is in it the same as me.
Whatever this is going down a lonely road no greenday band member wants to walk down. (lolololol) anyway. fuck that. but who knows if a relationship is right for you? THere were good things and there were bad things. And you miss them like you’re missing a limb. But there were really wrong things that you can’t compromise on. But how do you know if those would change or not?
Excuse me while I become a lesbian.