the life less than aquatic

so little and so much.

first my job at the local southern ivy league has been dealable. i just have to keep focusing on the paycheck. thanks mom and dad for kicking me in the face when i acted like a social retard.

as for social events, last weekend i went to the racetrack across the kentucky border to lay some cash on the belmont stakes. too bad there were no REAL horses to bet on. just tv screens, betting booths, and about 786 grey haired people with oxygen tanks and salem ultra lights. i lost $9. to top it off, i was the DD for the trip; consequently, everyone else was having much more fun than i. after getting back to nash, we headed to south street where i played vodka catch up and ate grilled grouper and broccoli. unimpressive. then the kitchen manager came out and MADE ME eat some cheesy enchiladas made especially for our table. still unimpressive. then he MADE ME eat the homemade nutty buddy dessert. okay- i tried to get help with this one by asking each person to take a bite (really quietly, under my breath, possibly when they were looking at someone else). i tore that whore up. she couldn't walk for days. no more wondering how i keep my physique folks- this bitch eats. a bunch.

as for romantic exploits, i am tempering my comments about the flavor of the month. aka the dishwasher. if you don't write it down, then you can't get called out for it (like the time i wanted to marry my 11th grade boyfriend and wrote it in my journal or some such ridiculous place). all i can say is this guy solidifies all of the decisions i have made concerning men lately. this chap is my match as far as binge drinking, caustic commentary, and random obsessions are concerned. we shall see. we shall see.