Dirty Blogtini

I enjoy subscribing to e-mails from companies that sell clothing, purses, shoes, accessories, jewelry, etc. fashion related.  Most of these companies sell these items for prices I would have to sell my body for a high dollar amount.  For example, my favorite is Gucci.

I live for handbags like Carrie Bradshaw does.  I know I have more invested than I should in those material goods; those fabulous, rich, and gorgeous goods. 

While these sites cause feelings of happiness, joy, and excitement, they also cause feelings of sadness, disappointment, and loneliness when I cannot afford to purchase items (haha, yes, I really do feel lonely).  In my tiny, low voice:  I often add them to cart then abandon ship!  Gasp!  The horror   I’m so ashamed

My friend, who has the same problem, was told that the simple cure is to unsubscribe from the e-mails; but, that is no option for a junkie.  And no fun for that matter!  It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all, right?

There is something to be said for pleasure that comes from pain… 

What is your guilty pleasure?

So this is the story… 

The night started off at a baseball game which was awesome!  I met up with my dad and friends and we rooted for the home team while sipping man handling beers. 

After the game I went to the locar bar with two friends girls who met us during the game.  We bar hopped then headed to a party at a museum. 

Museum = 230am.  Uuuh,  upstairs there was a techno party.  There were curtained off rooms with some freaky deaky orgy going on in every one of them.  While waiting for the bathroom I noticed a tv behind me with porn on it.  Hmmm, weird.  I have never seen anything like this so it was a shocker.

Sushi bar = 330am.  We went to the sushi bar to escape the orgy but left soon after arriving. 

After the sushi bar the girls were going to take me home.  Dummy hit a pothole though and got a flat.  We pulled into CVS and I called MY guy friend to fix the tire. 

One of the bolt/nut things ended up breaking off.  I suggested that we just go back to my house 5 minutes away and deal with it the next day. 

The girl said no.  She wouldn’t leave her busted ass car at the CVS.  She then started yelling at my guy friend who doesn’t know her but offered to help us. (and my friend even offered to pay for the broken bolt/nut.)

My friend gets in his car to leave. Then the girl monster says to me, “So you fucking wanna go with him?” 

I laughed and said, “Sure, sounds great.” 

So I left with my friend and they stayed at the CVS at 5am with a flat tire.  Hahahahah!

I went to bed. 

Moral of the story:  I dunno?…don’t be a biatch?

I’m diggin the strikethrough today  Have an awesome Friday everyone!