Apparently I paid for my own cab home last night.
Lame. Whatever.
Not drinking until the employee party Feb 5th.
I’m sick of hangovers and wasting money and empty calories right now. It’s just not doing it for me. Even if I did have a raging good time last night.
My goal right now is 104 pounds by April 16. If I keep drinking I won’t be able to get up and run and do yoga and stuff, and getting in shape is way more important to me than boozing it up. Having a couple drinks on occasion is fine but I can’t keep pounding half a bottle of whiskey every time I drink.
Blah blah blah no one cares.
A and I have been having some sort of a lover’s spat in which we are totally normal and fine with one another at work but he’s all salty with me for some odd reason/avoiding me and won’t come over here for the last few nights when I’ve asked him over, so I’m salty at him in return for not coming over. I think he’s salty at me for being salty at him/that girl at the show last weekend. Stupid stupid stupid. Derp derp derp. I need to stop being so possessive and I need to stop being attached. I need to focus on me damnit. I suck at this stuff. I just wanna get laid. Grr.
I’m exhausted right now. Gonna switch my laundry now, dink around online until it’s dry, wash my face and go to bed.
