Making Out

Last night was my work holiday party. Yep, I had some food, some wine, some fake gambling, won a prize I'm not too excited about, and then proceeded to make some unwise decisions. But hey, doesn't everybody? However, it appears that I may be the object of work gossip for an unspecified amount of time. Hopefully it will die out before I work next, which is Thursday. So what if I made out (euphemism-you figure it out) with the dude that doesn't know how to use a phone in a dark meeting room? So what if after he disappeared I proceeded to make out (no euphemism there) with the boy I've been crushing on for many months and brought him home with me? (Nothing besides making out happened, by the way) So, it turns out that I'm a ho. Who knew? Once you throw in yet another person I sort of drunk dialed the other night and ended up staying at his house an making out with him (yes, that's mostly all) and I'm certifiable.

Sometimes I wonder if maybe I didn't get enough hugs as a kid or something, since I seem to be starved for attention. Especially attention from those of the male persuasion. And the truth is that I don't need a bunch of attention from a bunch of boys, I just need attention from one. However, two of the three only want part-time jobs as attention givers. Very part time. And the new one that came over last night, well, who knows about him. He seems nice, but they all seem that way at first. But he didn't try to do anything ungentlemanly and he did seem quite content to sit in bed with me and just talk. About me, which earns him extra points. And while I can make out with two different boys that don't work together quite easily, I don't think it's possible to make out with boys that work together on a regular basis. That can only end badly. So, I think I'm going to have to curb my bad girl ways before someone gets hurt or beat up. Or something I haven't thought of yet.

So lock up your sons, lock up your husbands, because I tend to make out freely.

Shopping

Ah, the holidays. I go home one week from today. I did a bunch of shopping yesterday and spent more than I should have. Oh well, it's going to show everyone how much I love them, right? I bought some stuff for myself too. Champagne mostly. I have to wrap stuff now, but I don't have any tape. I don't really feel like going to the store, either. I really just want to go somewhere and make out with a dude, but unfortunately, dudes who might want to make out with me have made themselves scarce. Maybe they're all shopping too.

Jackasses

Yes, I've been absent. The good news is that my semester obligations are over (except for grading final exams) and the shooting of my movie is also over. The not so good news is that boys suck (as Usual) and my friends are out of town so I have to lump it alone. Again. Jackass came back from Parisland and called me to pick him up from the airport. never mind that he left town without even saying see ya later. I couldn't go get him because I was busy with the movie. The next day I found myself stranded near his house and called him to come and get me and he couldn't. So I waited for someone else to come get me. And I haven't talked to him since. The other jackass suggested we get together tonight, and then neglected to call or return my calls and yes, this time I'm ticked. And I'm sure the next time we talk, it will come up, and he will sarcastically ask me if I'm going to get upset about it, and I'll say yes and give him a piece of my mind. Here's a thought:if you ask a girl to hang out with you on a certain day, don't ditch her on that day. It's really bad manners. If she asks, you can do what you want, but if you do the asking, expect to get an earful. I really want to send him a nasty e-mail, but really, what's the point?
I wish you were here.

Hope you had a good Thanksgiving. I'm going home for Christmas. You?