I had every intention of going to the 6 p.m. service @ church tonight … that is until about 5:25 p.m. The thought of getting off the couch seems daunting letting alone driving. And to be honest I probably would be a danger to myself and others on the road as, despite a whopping 6 hours of sleep today, I feel like I’ve been popping Ambien left and right. So once I can form coherent thoughts and focus, I will meditate for the week ahead but I don’t think I’m going to get too stressed out at my parents.

Buuuuuut at the ripe ol’ age of 32 I am scared to tell my parents I am getting a tattoo. ROFL. I found a few designs I like … I decided to get the tattoo on my lower back but above my waistline. I don’t want no tramp stamp. Rest assured there will be pictures … a few people have requested immediate photos by txt message so if you want on the list, let me know!

I read a MySpace bulletin that Sodapop sent out and I was nearly in tears myself reading about how she called herself a “hysterical basket case” near the end of the Blogathon. I was the same way. OMG. I swear I can’t remember being that tired ever. The funniest thing was watching everyone on cam. I finally turned mine off b/c I kept sinking lower and lower on the couch. Soda at one point dunked her head under the faucet to wake up. Chatty was sitting in darkness, lolling about. Tense Teacher was staring off into space. And Kentucky Gurl who might I add was just HANGING OUT WITH US ALL NIGHT — SHE COULD HAVE GONE TO BED! — was entertaining us all by wearing a variety of different hats, including a fez, and glasses. I know there was more insanity, I just can’t remember. I’m sure I’ll be remembering bits and pieces for years to come.

OMFG y’all I think I have a stalker in Bill. Seriously. He left me at least 3 MySpace comments since last night, maybe more, left a shitload of comments on my Blogathon blog, wrote some crazy ass blog himself on his MySpace page, sent me I don’t know how many txts, called a few times … I was finally like, look, I’ve been asleep most of the day, I’m exhausted, I just need some time to myself. And then he replies back yapping about how he’s had such a bad day wondering if we’re ok. BACK THE FUCK OFF. OMG I got so mad at him last night when he kept trying to fondle my boobie and I was finally like, you’re not gettin’ any, I’m too tired … and then he KEPT FONDLING MY BOOBIE! Like I was going to change my mind. OMFG. And believe me I was not in a coy, oh-I-bet-you-can-convince-me mood. No, I was sitting on the couch, knees to my chest, arms around my knees, fully curled in upon myself lol position. So yeah fuck this shit. He’s way too fucking serious. And of course now that this has happened twice in two months I have to take a look at myself to see what my part in this is. Fuck me. SO NOT IN THE MOOD FOR SELF REFLECTION!

/rant.

∗ Posted by Monique on 07.29.2007
∗ Annoyances, Blogathon, Love life