Just got back from Danny's, not my favorite bar in the world, but I've been thrice in the past week. I cannot trust any place where I cannot walk in and immediately see every person there.
I have been meaning to quit drinking. If I drink less, I smoke less, and my whole body wins! I think I've had, on average, about three beers every night for the past week or so, and my gut shows it. I'm not the kind of girl who cares much about her weight, but dear lord, I detest feeling like a bloated cow. Bloated cows = not cute. Gotta get the beer consumption in check.
Have been driven crazy the past few days at work by nice French people. They want to talk, and ask a ton of questions, in really crappy English. Spent 10 minutes trying to ascertain why a grown man wanted "little shoes." No, not for children, for adults. Little shoes for adults? Leather. The man wanted leather shoes.
My dog audibly farted. Comedy gold. Also comedy gold: every morning, I let him out, feed him, then crawl back into bed for an extra 10 - 15 minutes. Thus, every morning, he finishes his breakfast, runs into my bedroom, puts his front paws up by my head, and burps in my face. Every goddamn morning. I also find this hilarious, though admittedly gross.
Head splitting. Did not write the paper that I should have, which means that in order to complete the required papers for this semester, I will have to write about -isms that I don't much care for. Only point of pride for today is that I applied to study abroad for spring '09. London, here I come, maybe.
Have been racking up crazy international phone bills talking to my colleague, Duckworth (refer to previous entry). He is coming to visit for two weeks in June. We share very similar neuroses, so we shall see how two weeks together pans out.
Had a lengthy conversation last night with two chicks who are starved for male affection. Couldn't relate. Have been enjoying autonomy, particularly in the physical sense. I am enjoying the fact that there is nobody around who feels like they are owed any part of my body. Crappiest part of a relationship? Feeling like yr obligated to be a steady lay. The thought of being so much as kissed, is such a turn-off for me right now. Even so, I develop at least one crush a day. But, it's all cerebral, if that makes sense.
Okay, I feel I have done my duty to my reading public. Time to crawl into bed with the only little man I will share it with: my farting, burping dog.
