this will probably be the last entry in this category for a while. see, this was my "at the club, beeeeeein me" thing. and. as of last night. i... never want to do that again. i would have rather been at home, in my bed, mucho comfy AND sleeping. mmmm. sleep. i think i want to do that at like. 8pm tonight. mmm.
last night, jenn and i finally went out for our just "me and you" night. in two and a half years, never had one. after three hours of being there, i couldn't wait to get the hell out of there. it was so bad, we had to force ourselves to stay to see the reason we went there in the first place. and it wasn't bad to stay because it was bad. oh no. not this time.
we. could. not. get. a. breath..
good thing we left when we did, too. the hour delay in getting us home will say all it needs to. but. last night gave me something not that i wanted, but more that i needed. as long as jenn and i are together, we're ok. we're ALWAYS ok. comin' on three years, never failed.
:snicker: well, well. guess who's going to rock your way home tonight??? LETS GET LOST!!
(ok. so maybe that said all it will be about the hour delay)
i lost my glasses. i spent money on something that's - going to give me no return what so ever. we almost were involved in some of the busting the bouncers were doing. we almost got hurt. so many times last night. we've never. EVER been that bad?!!??!?!?!.
jenn and i should have pulled over, stayed the night somewhere, and dealt with it in the morning. but no, not us. we made the drive. didn't know what direction we were going. didn't know what to look for on the signs. god bless jenn for not having glasses??
(ok, no more about the driving. love my home. **kiss floors** .... **spits up cat hair**)
i think i'll just end this now by simply stating it: push comes to shove, much as i really loved what we were doing last night - i'm. over. it. ..... but i don't think you ever really *can* be. it's just. a fact about me. hi. my name is jessica. i hate most people, i smoke a lot of pot, and i like really loud obnoxious techno music. ... but maybe three years is about the right time to say farewell. and maybe i'm starting to get a little tired of her, too. except. me? trying to. like people???
do they have a class where they teach you to do that? 'cause i seriously need them.
and. on THAT note. i'm going to stop babbling. for now....
