January 2012
13 posts
That strange moment, when your alcoholic retired police officer father offers you a beer… But I like beer, and there’s nothing wrong with that. This is where we meet. I’m still very young and he’s getting older. He works an entry level job at a liquor store, and I have three jobs, an internship, live thousands of miles away, send myself to school and do just fine.
This is...
December 2011
20 posts
Drinking beer and doing laundry. Livin’ the life.
I should go to bed. But instead, I’m up watching Troubadour Texas and Christmas movies on Netflix.
You know, God forbid I ever actually have a relationship with anybody. Could you imagine the royal mess I’d make out of that one? Yeahhh, I can too… I little too well.
Seriously… Why must I run into his older brother EVERYWHERE? I’m trying to get some work done, damnit!
I feel like he knows everything, and is therefore silently judging me for it from across the room.
On a positive, less-awkward note — at least I didn’t drunk dial/text him this weekend. Small victories.
What in the hell have I been bitching about?
I may not have money, or any one that really gives a damn about me within 2 thousand miles… but I care about myself a lot, I love Austin more than anything, and I’ve got a bunch of awesome stuff going on for me.
I think there could have been something good there. But I’m a moron. Now he hates me. But even worse, I feel like he lost respect for me now.
Good God… I can’t help but wonder what I had texted Saturday night…
It’s probably better that I don’t know.
I’m determined to go on tour with Stephen Kellogg and the Sixers. This is a possibility too for the following reasons:
I love their music and them
they don’t seem like assholes
they have a female tour manager
they’ve taken on college-aged interns before
they’ve had a young female on tour before
Now I just need to make it happen. Summer 2012… I really hope...
I get drunk and make an idiot out of myself through every possible means of communication. It’s kind of a pattern.
Never in my life have I been more ashamed. I’m in my bed, safe, and still drunk which I suppose is something to be proud of considering where I could be…
But I’m still a fucking idiot. I lost my phone (that I pay for and will have to replace), I text messaged people like an idiot (again), I forgot to turn in a worksheet that was due at midnight, and I have to be at a brunch...
I can’t sleep. Fuck my life.