love it at levitz

so jill and i are seriously wondering if this just happened... whatever it was, i was only along for the ride...
i'll start at the beginning... jill wants a couch. val has a couch she got at levitz. now this is one comfy microfiber couch that we all love so val calls levitz to find out if it comes in the color blue that jill wants in her living room... bottom line = no. but while val's on the phone she thinks the guy has a sexy voice and wants to meet him hoping to get a date and a good deal on a couch. so we all make plans to go to levitz in pa. the preparations evern include vf calling to see when this guty is working... we go last sunday. he had called in sick.
now jb and i are boating and loving trying out all the couches and such... so we run into the same saleswoman that sold vf her couch. she's with another customer for a while and keeps running (literally running) past us going, "i'll be with you guys in one sec." fine. whatever. jb and i are passed the fuckl out on the couch and finallyt she comes over... we all start talking... no, i take that back.. andreeeea (mispronouncing the name... the horror!) starts telling us her life story about her divorce and all and the custodyu battle... we all seriously shoulda taken this as an extreme warning... but no.
so vf asks about the guy salesman she wanted to meet and this woman, we'll call her levitz, describes his drug binge habit... not too attractive to the three of us. but then she says that she totally has a guy to fix vf up with. he even has a female roommate that vf can fix her male roommmate up with. perfect, right?! so we agree to go out on friday night (ie-tonight) and meet this kid and be moral support for val & kev.
that's the background.
so i make everyone over an hour late (oops...) and we finally get there. order some drinks and some food and start chattin. does anyone remember an old mtv vj simon rex? so this guy looked just like him but must've had the world's smallest penis because he was sooooo overcompensating for ssomething.
he and kev get into this macho who knows more about stupid movie/tv show trivia challenge that no one else can take part in... because we all have lives. so the kid we went to meet (matt... charles... something like that...) ends up arguing with everyone he talks to. and this is the kind of diluted arguing that he'll even argue that he's not arguing...
now there's levitz woman (andréa), her trashy friend, the cocky matt/charles kid, his roommate the flight attendant, jb, vf, kev, and me all sitting at a fridays in pa. (ps-how'd we end up in pa?) we're all wasted and suddenly, levitz leaves... no one noticed her leaving... she just paid her tab at the bar and peaced out... no good-bye, no nothin... and she was the one who set everything up and then flirted with the overcompensating ferruis beuler trivia freak the whole night...
all in all, i'm glad i was there, because i would not have believed these stories...
i know i left a lot of shit out but i've been drinkin since 8 and it's 2:30something..... this is pass the fuck out time in my world.
peace out kids.

val b-day

never woulda guessed "hop-my..." would become close to a plan a! but jill was right... the girl's always freaakin right! so surprised about my choice of boys thatt... no words.

val's birthday=out of control! i love drunk val, just wish she would grow like another 12" so it's not too hard to dance with her. jb, vf, & i were so totally the center of attention from the second we walked into the bar... another 48hr val-less two days, can we make it? work, i need to do work.

eh, fuck work. i'm gonna take one for the team and see where this ends up. there's nothin like a good adventure!! p-s: there must be something wrong with me. three guys? the rotation has returned!!

boy adhd

...what happens when the chemistry’s gone on date #2.
seriously now, i need to figure out what the problem is... i’m not really that interesting as a person yet i find every boy i meet to be incredibly boring after one night (sometimes in the middle of things). and if i don’t find them boring they live across the country.
do i only want what i can’t have?i had a thing for this guy since before my birthday (march-ish) and now we finally got together after the sexual tension had been building and building the last 2 months or so... and now, nothing. i don’t even get butterflies when i see him anymore. it’s like: mission accomplished. and that’s it! next.

cheese fries

can anyone explain to me why i ate all those cheese fries? oh yeah... the yankees fuckin lost!!! and what happened to this state... maybe it's this preppy ass town, but where did all the sox fans come from,? seriously now, this is jersey! and 84% of the bar was sox fans... and then the second bar wre went to had an even bigger ratio gap... so not cool. we're a hop skip and a fucking jump frpm nyc and all these beantown fans come out of the woodwork when the team shows any little buit of primise! i really know nada about baseball but my interpreter (jill) told me about the preppy ass clown fans... and somewhere along the way there wad a scottish boy who said something about his phillies loving friend being a fuckwit and i just really like that term and plan on using it a lot in the future,,, look out.
shit i've already drunk called mr. t 3 times... thank gawd his phoine is off and i'm not in the office tomorrow... what the fuck am i doing!> i nknow, i'm entertainting my coworkers. as long as i can be an amuseement in our slightly stale office. da,m. off to find some water and t o make sweet sweet love to my new bed!
mwah!!

rules

it is so true that the exact second i set a rule for myself, i break it.

this is so not happening

it's always a good end to the weekend when shit starts pouring into the kitchen you just cleaned today... shit you say? yes, shit. raw sewage.

so i'm sittin on my bed eating some chips and enjoying my non-productive day... my big-girl bed is due for delivery tomorrow morning so today was the day i was supposed to clean the sty top to bottom. and i started by doing the pile of dishes then cleaning the kitchen and started on the bathroom when jill calls- come to vals and bring some boating action... now this one never misses a chance to hop on the boat on a sunday afternoon so i make a b-line to vals apt where jill, val, and drew are chillin watching the game (ok so it was like 3 games)... a few beers and a comfy couch later val goes to study (mind you neither drew, jill, or i were invited by anyone who lives in this apartment...) after val flirting with the levitz guy, making hook-up plans on im with a panel of three consultants, and giving a sex pep talk, the three lazy asses and val were enjoying a lazy sunday until the beer ran out and brocoli didn't bring anymore home...

bottom line - today was mad fun.
tonight on the other hand = not so much fun... the antithesis of fun.. lacking in all areas of enjoyable diversion.

i'm watching some tbs movie on my mini-bed when i swear i hear water running in the kitchen. when you live alone you can key you ear into random noises, and this was pretty freakin random. i get up and there's water pouring into my kitchen from the ceiling. eew. i just did those dishes... upon closer inspection it wasn't just water. yup it was toilet water... used toilet water... soaking through the only two rolls of paper towel that i had turning them a yellowish brown.

off to wegman's to buy the thickest rubber gloves they sell and more paper towel.

drums

ya know, i don't mind that my next door neighbor plays the bongos 10ft from my head, what i do mind is that he sucks at it!

@work

zoom in. zoom out. zoom in. zoom out. pan. pan. pan.
that's the extent of my productivity today.

what the hell is going on!?

I just wlaked in the door.
and what the fuxck!!L?
jill beaan jus tcalled me and we were trying to recall the evenihfg's evenmts. fuck evening, tonights evenmts. so we went to ivy wiuth drew kevin (aka brocoli) and val-chop. we all walk in, moi-being slightluy toasted from some tequila shots. adn i start tlaking to this guy. kinda cute, very stylish, tall, talks to me and we start dancing/talking...
ps- i want to age like an asian man!
so the enivitable q about age comes up and he has me guess... and i go-27! not so much... um, 29> sstill gettin a no... so i ask his buddy-33! hily shti! he looks like he could be an uyndergrad.

ok so the cute 33year old asian man leaves (posset getting my #) and i start talking to red hat boy that val and juill like. he's 21, and so not lying baout his age. interesting, for a minyte, but they al sang some pretty bad karraoke so all was well with the worldd.

and then the next htinkg i rememvber is them leaving. then i reecall an incident with a certain oldf man that dacid klinbe tryed to get to ask jull abotu herr kids, and he did!

so shes' likem, um i doin't have anu kids and preetends to be mnarried to keevin whoi shall be called brocoli form now on. (think very very curly hair) or think of him as second hug bouy.. whatwver.

apaarently i can't majke creeepos because according to jilly bean," you're not a 60 year old gay man!" sso what!

wekk she;s stuch with second hug boy and no matter how many boys she talks to a certain greenn veggie will always lover her!
j- "i tried talking to other guys doesn't that count>!"
I don't think boys stop hitting on you.. I think it's because they're
i was talking to red hat... dave kline... old old old guy..... kids?! kevin and i had gotten married.... he wa;led up to me and said where are your children tonight.?!
my stomach musscles were HURTHING!
what is going on here?
you are beaautifful woman! when you take your glasses off, you are beautiful woman

jill quote- oh and ps- i gave my # to the sports dr. and tje defemsobe lineman!

bottom line, cheese fry place=closed and jill got hit on by men who could be our grandparents...
i've had vbeetter ivy nights, but few as "interesting"

ok i'm gonna go spend some qyality time with my bed before i ship it off to nova scotia... i bought a big girl bed yesterrday! vcery exciting, i know.

beantown

boston was beautiful!

just don't

i don't care what fashion mags and tv shows tell you, capris and boots do not mix.

"sick day"

Andadas (6:27:42 PM): so i totally feel like i'm back in high school...
Pittstown (6:35:13 PM): haha, me too, i have sooo much homework to do!
Pittstown (6:35:19 PM): projects, presentations, ahhh!
Pittstown (6:35:33 PM): we're gonna get LOADED next thursday!
Andadas (6:37:39 PM): wait here's the story- i'm at my parents house because i'm slightly sick and thought shopping in metuchen would make me feel better. right- so now i'm at their place and my mom decides to go food shopping (for me too!) and takes my list.. i'm in the house by myself, i go up to my old room and smoke a little (out the window so no one could smell it). now i'm supposed to be writing some admissions essays but i'm really talking on im and surfing the net. now my dad comes home and periodically walks by... so now i'm minimizing ims and websites as i'm listing to webradio really quietly and "typing my essays"... i'm back in junior year at mhs! kill me.