Long Story Short ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mental Illness Day Ew. I�m back at work. And today is an even nicer day than yesterday. ~cue Artie Lange�s �WAH!� ~ Wanna know how the rest of my Day of Mental Health went? I drove home, played with Bailey, watched several episodes of the L Word, Season 2 while smoking a bit now and then and occasionally looking at porn on the internet. Unfortunately we had no food in the house so I resorted to several bowls of saut�ed cabbage. Which, yum, but�meat would have been nice too. It was generally an awesome day. When Professor K got home he was carrying a bouquet of roses. Purple roses, which are my favorite. Awww. I love me some Professor K. I even sort of rubbed my roses in Sad Receptionist�s face this morning out of spite for her forgetting to give me a message on Wednesday. Hee! Tonight we are scheduled to attend the birthday party of one of Professor K�s friends at some bar in Boston. And ~cue another �WAH!�~ I don�t WANNA GO. I don�t think some of Professor K�s friends like me. And I have no proof of this but, okay, here�s why: The one and ONLY time I met these people was at a pub crawl. And there were like FIVE of us, and they had all gone to college together except for me. And one of them was Professor K�s ex-girlfriend, now current girlfriend of his other friend. Which, gross. BUT, I made nice and we had many drinks and I was the thinnest girl (of two) so I felt good. But I had been eating not much and working out MUCH and the alcohol hit me and I maybe let my tongue get a little loose. And so, okay, these two guys were talking about the Jimmy Buffet concert that they were all amped about. And I personally think Jimmy Buffet, and all the losers that follow him around, well, they�re all kind of a sad forty-something suburban dork club. Ooh! Margaritas! I like them too! I�ll go to a sad concert! And I recognize that this is merely my OPINION, but�okay, maybe I stressed that point a little too strongly to these guys. And they acted all nice about it at the time but in retrospect maybe I should not have totally shit all over their choice of music. Recently I got a look at the MySpace profile of one of the two guys and he listed Jimmy Buffet as his FAVORITE MUSICIAN. Like, above and beyond all others. Meanwhile, when I shit all over Jimmy Buffet to this friend of Professor K�s I assumed, because I�m an ass, that he was just a recent college grad who liked to get fucked up at concerts and had slightly bad taste in music. Now I realize that this is like his whole THING. So, obviously these two guys hate me. Professor K never sees these people anyway so it�s not a big deal, but I REALLY do not want to be that girlfriend that everyone talks about behind her back. The less I see these guys the better. Also that same pub crawl sent Professor K and I home in a fight. He was talking about what a great couple his ex-girlfriend and buddy made and I was like, �Wuh?� Because the whole freaking NIGHT this guy kept ripping on his girlfriend left and right, calling her all manner of shitty names, and he let the other guys do it too. Everyone treated this poor girl like she was a doormat and I had no idea how Professor K could possibly few that as a �good couple�. Which I told him. And he got all mad at me and said I didn�t know what I was talking about, that I didn�t understand the �vibe� of his college friends. (I have no idea if that�s what he actually said, we were drunk). So, long story short ~ahem~ it was not the most pleasant first meeting. And I�m done talking about that, except to say that I probably will end up going to the party but I�m going to try not to drink because that�s when I get all obnoxious and think how much cooler I was in college than all these losers who drank two beers every once in a while and listened to Jimmy Buffet while I was out snorting coke off my girlfriend�s tits in the bathroom stall of a skanky club while rolling and smoking a valium-laced j. Cause, you know, that�s cool. ANYway. I am excited about the weather! I know it will get cold and rainy and sad and pukey again in a short amount of time. But for the time being it is so lover-ly. And today is the last day of March, which is what I consider to be the last true �winter� month in New England. April is still kinda shitty and there�s no guarantee that the snow is over (same goes for May really, heh) but at least the trees start to bud and stuff. Professor K also started planning our much-anticipated-for-two-years camping trip for Summer 2006! I think making more money has made him WAY more enthusiastic about planning future adventures. He�s been online several nights this week looking at various trips and restaurants we could go to. That�s pretty cool, but there�s this (annoying) voice in the back of my head whispering, �Don�t spend all your money! Save it! And if you absolutely HAVE to spend it then spend it on�oh, I don�t know�maybe a RING?� But I�m just so fucking sick of Naggy McBitchpants being in the back of my head that I ignore her as much as I can. Okay, I just FINALLY wrote out a thank you note to the Parents O�Professor K and threw it in the mail. It was probably too long and maybe too cheesy but oh well. I really wanted to thank them one last time since they spent a freaking fortune on me that week in Aruba and somehow we never even really said goodbye to them because we all got separated in the airport and by the time we got through all the lines they had already flown back to Boston. So�long cheesy note. I kind of had to send it now because I�m probably seeing them next weekend for the 21st Birthday O� Little Brother O� Professor K and by then it would be way too late and I�d be Ungrateful Girlfriend Who Never Thanked Them Properly. Finally, today is Hunter�s 2nd Birthday. Happy Birthday Hunter! Funny how my relationship with Professor K is the same age as Hunter. We won�t be having a party for him unless you count the party we are supposed to go to tonight, which he is not invited to. Oh well. He�s less of a birthday-celebrator anyway. He REFUSED to wear his birthday hat at Bailey�s last hurrah. Hmph. I�m totally taking a long lunch today. 11:13 a.m. - 2006-03-31 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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