In the meantime I am getting desperate texts from a lovesick boy, and my kindness is being taken as reciprocity. So I try the mean approach and that still doesn't work. Me and Lits end the night at a loft party, and by then my vision is doubled and I am loving everyone. Everyone at the party is e'd or ski-ed up, and the conversations started to get long and non-sensical. Lovesick boy starts following me around, so I tell him things I don't mean. Then me and Lits go and get a stripper friend of ours to join in on the festivities. But by the time we get him he is drunk and mean and hella jealous. Now normally I enjoy seeing people get worked up, because I find it very cute and adorable. But when I see he is getting ready to beat on my very rolling and very touchy feely Filipino friend, me and Lito whisk him away paramedic-style.
Then Sunday more beat up stuff... I hope my car is not dented. Must watch what is being said to drunk steroid kings.
:: posted jan 30 by czarina mirani in blog













