Dudes and Drinks

I went out last night and "partied". Luckily, I got past the point of drunkenness that causes me to dial certain people's phone numbers. I got to the point I just wanted to pee and then go to sleep, which I did. At one point last night, I was making out with a sailor who lied about probably everything he said, but I don't care, because I told a bunch of indie rockers my name is Monique. I also wore a bra and a low cut dress last night, which got me a fair amount of attention. Attention I haven't been getting from the dude who is supposed to be giving me attention. Jerk.

So last week he asked me if I wanted to get away for turkey day and I said sure and I haven't talked to him since then. He has neglected to return any of my phone calls. And then another person we both know asked me what I was doing for t-day, and I said I wasn't sure. He said he and the jerk were going to the desert together. So this jerk would rather go away with another dude than go away with me. What an idiot. So I guess that ship has sailed. What a surprise.

The other guy is going to be away for something like two or three weeks visiting that disgusting french hussie, which makes me want to puke just thinking about it. I hate dudes. They suck. And they're stupid.