Saturday of Doom
The party that I hosted on Saturday turned into a big fuckin’ mess … for me at least. After looking forward to it for a couple of months I let someone ruin my day. I am pretty picky about who gets invited to my house and who doesn’t. Thus, if I know you and you never get invited to any of my parties, take that as a hint that I don’t like you. My good friends know this as well. About mid-day on Saturday someone I can’t stand … that I have a completely irrational hatred for … walked into my house. I smiled, said “welcome” and promptly drunk myself into a total blackout. I guess that I just didn’t want to see the eventual lap sitting, hugging, clingy, pay attention to me shit that was bound to go down. Grrrr. From what I understand everyone there had a great time watching zombie films while I was comatose on the roomie’s bathroom floor.

I think I need to stop drinking altogether. I think I need to be a grown up and deal with things constructively as opposed to destructively.