When your roommate is depressed, it sort of places a damper of depression on the whole house (even the damn dog) and it makes you not want to go out. Not want to stay in, just generally restless. I've been feeling this way for a long time and I was starting to worry that it would never resolve. Last night I got invited out for some cocktails by some gals that I have in class this week. (no, they are not bribing the teacher, they happen to be around my age, and my training classes are less college and more "let's all watch instructional videos and i'll provide post-its")
I forgot how much FUN life is. I forgot how great it feels to just laugh out loud. I forgot how much fun it is to get dolled up for NO ONE. To order drinks you've never heard of. To talk about sex with "the girls". I forgot that stuff till last night and let me tell you, I feel like I'm finally back. I don't think I'll be spending much time at the house from now on............
An artists representation of me last night.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
I'm back. Where the hell was I?
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Welcome back, hun.
you are so not fucking back and shit like that.
that shit isn't good turbo. I'll cook you up some semen flavored breaded chicken or some shit.
Fine MM,
der ner neeeeeeo neeeeeeeo weoweoweoweo der ner neeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrr weowy.
sweet.
*sigh* I've missed you so much MarriedMan.
I know exactly how you feel. I'm glad you're out of your "funk".
I'm thinking you don't mean a "bring in the noise/bring in the funk" kind of a funk, huh?
And has Danny gone completely insane?
labbie~what d'ya mean "gone"?
Tease us with the "dolled up" description and not include a picture...sigh.
Sorry Chris, didn't have a camera with me, don't worry I'll get ya some pictures soon.
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