I've spent the last... oh... 10 and a half hours chatting with Washington Boy. It's a good thing the boy has school tomorrow, or else I'd continue to just not get anything done. He sucks me in, man! He sucks me in! He's so funny. We just talk about crap and we play games and we were watching porn for a while there too. Good times, good times.

Um... so I was actually still drunk this morning when I wrote that entry. Yay for me, still being drunk at, like, 6:30 in the morning. Well, I guess I had only slept for, like, an hour and a half... guess the drunkeness hadn't worn off yet. Because... yeah. I was definitely still drunk when I wrote that.

Wow, my judgement was impaired last night. I get home all angry... like, I totally would have just hung out with Curly Sue after we stormed out of the bar, but she was even more pissed off than I was and she just kind of needed to be alone so... yeah, I let her take me home and I was just sitting at the computer all pissed off and buzzed. So I start talking to that guy on MSN and he ended up coming over and... yeah. Emu = classy.

DON'T JUDGE ME! For I already judgeth myself. But you know what? He's a fireman. So... it's excuseable.

And I was totally supposed to go to church this morning... so didn't, though. Even though if there was a morning I really should have gone to church, it was this morning. Instead I rolled out of bed at 11, immediately had a craving for sushi the second day in a row that had to be taken care of, and... yeah. Spent the rest of the day chatting with my pretty little Washington Boy.

I wish I had some Diet Pepsi. Man, I need to get some of that tomorrow in the worst possible way.

I'd like to get a fucking job this week. Pwease. Maybe I'll actually put more effort into it this week. Admittedly, I didn't put a whole lot into it last week. My bad.