I'm not much of a party girl but I still go out and have a few drinks with friends every once in a while. I'm not the type that drinks to get plastered. I never did enjoy seeing people falling to the floor from being so drunk. I never liked seeing people hugging the toilet for hours. But you know what? it happens! Some are like me that end up hugging the toilet once every 3 years. Some actually live in the restroom. With that said, to those with posts about the newly found maturity in their life:
I hope you don't end up having to eat your words one day. Good luck!
I think the best way to show this change is by actions. Actions speak louder than words.
And in other news:
If not for being the shortest month, February's dull and deadly leaden days has never been my favorite month. This year will be different because half of the month will be spent in the warm arms of a girl laying in my bed. I have mixed feelings about January. Kinda like watching your mother-in-law driving off a cliff in your porshe. January and Texas are not a good combination. Texas with it's up and down weather and January with it's uneventful nights. There's close to nothing worse than spending the beginning of the year alone or with people you don't really want at the time. Back to February. February is the month of "friendship and love". This is the month that you feel all warm inside while you lay on the couch with your significant other. (This is more so than other days just because it is the month of love.) Cold nights are not so cold when your feet find those of your significant other in bed late at night.
So my cell phone rings yesterday so I answered it and it was some automated female voice that asked me if I would like to accept this collect call from "Mrowg" at the Dallas County Jail. I say "Mrowg" because that's about as accurately as I can translate the sound that I heard, which was allegedly this person's name, into word form.
Dallas County is my home area code, so it's feasible that "Mrowg" just dialed the wrong number and got me instead of whomever they expected would come bail them out. Or I guess it could have actually been someone I know. Either way, I felt like a really shitty person for pressing 2 to decline the collect call. Even though it totally isn't MY fault that this "Mrowg" fellow can't enunciate to save his life... or, you know, get himself out of jail.
Last night was fun and it always is when she has something to do with it.
She is just a darker shade of you.
