2006-12-23

maggie and the rock liver

Maggie had a christmas party last night. She is a psychedelic host. It had ambience and a really nice volume on the music. You know when its loud but you can still talk to the people around you. Maggies downfall...She insists on making everyones drinks like a bartender does. Which would be fine if you had a liver made of marble. no. cast fucking iron. After my first drink I felt like it was time to leave. Then I felt like it was the amount of booze in my system telling me it was home time. So I revolted. Agreed to let maggie make me another. I loved mai tais until maggie made them...that wasn't a mai tai maggie...It was a cup of liquid death. Which lead to another and another. Then, you know its home time when the fights break out. So then we thought it was home time but really it wasn't because we ended up at molly blooms. Now something weird happened there...This guy, who said his name was 'ziggy' was pointing at me across the patio...I thought oh god...tell me its not love at first sight...Now it was ziggy who revolted against my claims of dissatisfaction with our relationship. He fought me for 40 mins about why I should be with him. When he finally asked me why I wouldn't ultimately date him. I gave him 3 reasons. I know two indeed were true. He had a womans voice...not a gay voice...I real true womans voice. On top of that he told me about seeing me on the bus and thought I was 'so fucking hot' which means during that bus ride he was licking his dry ass lips and thinking about my tits around his cock. Lastly, He thought it was cool to debate my 'no thanks, not really interested' answer to his 'want to come to my house tonight'. It was like he was a telemarketer that wouldn't stop going until I hung up. My hang up was walking back into mollys where he followed me around for 5 mins before I left mollys and went across the street for a vegetarian and a coke. (not a human vegetarian..which would have been nice)

Maybe, ziggy was my last hope for true love.
eeek!

EDIT: sorry. I'm rude.

Katrina at 6:52 PM

2006-12-23

maggie and the rock liver

Maggie had a christmas party last night. She is a psychedelic host. It had ambience and a really nice volume on the music. You know when its loud but you can still talk to the people around you. Maggies downfall...She insists on making everyones drinks like a bartender does. Which would be fine if you had a liver made of marble. no. cast fucking iron. After my first drink I felt like it was time to leave. Then I felt like it was the amount of booze in my system telling me it was home time. So I revolted. Agreed to let maggie make me another. I loved mai tais until maggie made them...that wasn't a mai tai maggie...It was a cup of liquid death. Which lead to another and another. Then, you know its home time when the fights break out. So then we thought it was home time but really it wasn't because we ended up at molly blooms. Now something weird happened there...This guy, who said his name was 'ziggy' was pointing at me across the patio...I thought oh god...tell me its not love at first sight...Now it was ziggy who revolted against my claims of dissatisfaction with our relationship. He fought me for 40 mins about why I should be with him. When he finally asked me why I wouldn't ultimately date him. I gave him 3 reasons. I know two indeed were true. He had a womans voice...not a gay voice...I real true womans voice. On top of that he told me about seeing me on the bus and thought I was 'so fucking hot' which means during that bus ride he was licking his dry ass lips and thinking about my tits around his cock. Lastly, He thought it was cool to debate my 'no thanks, not really interested' answer to his 'want to come to my house tonight'. It was like he was a telemarketer that wouldn't stop going until I hung up. My hang up was walking back into mollys where he followed me around for 5 mins before I left mollys and went across the street for a vegetarian and a coke. (not a human vegetarian..which would have been nice)

Maybe, ziggy was my last hope for true love.
eeek!

EDIT: sorry. I'm rude.

Katrina at 6:52 PM