j, P, Ly, R, B, JR and a friend of theirs risa were over last night. It's a work night so drinking 11 bottles of wine and staying up until 3 was definitely a good decision.
I finally met the new room mate JR, it had been like 3 days since he moved in and i still hadn't met him. He's actually really awesome, I'm pretty stoked he's such a nice guy. I think I was expecting him to be a jerk.
I'm pretty sure I have booze fumes oozing off me right now, ergh. WAIT, can fumes ooze?
So anyway, R and I had pretty well agreed that we were going to stop doing whatever it is that were doing on the Friday that JR gets back. Were having a pretty tough time dealing with the idea of not being together so R thought it was a good idea to run it past JR. JR basically said, in the words of Amy Winehouse no no no.
R told me what happened, last kiss type thing. It was pretty heart aching. R didn't deal with it as well as I did. He seems really, really low. He embarked on a pretty big self destructive drinking binge last night which resulted in the first spew spilled on floors. I feel funny about it.
Friday night I went to Fridays for one or two drinks with the guys from work, I didn't have any money but they really wanted me to come. I'm not too good at dealing with this being poor business. I couldn't afford food that day so when I had 2 coronas in half an hour as well as all the wine I'd been drinking all day I was pretty frickin wrecked. I can't actually remember the last night I wasn't drunk. I think drinking goon at work out of a coffee mug is a bit much, for anyone. I'm pretty sure work doesn't know I'm such a drunk, even then, they endorse it.
I met with P and B and we went to H's BBQ. H is great, I really wish I hadn't of been so drunk though. I acted like an obnoxious jerk. We went back to my house to get even more heavily liquored with Jennay and R. Burney, Adam and J made an appearance also, I think it might not have even been that night. God I was so wrecked. Apparently I passed out on the veranda floor, but then R accidentally spilled a drink on my face and i went inside. I woke up at 5:30 in the morning face first on the floor right by my bedroom door. I just didn't make it.. I went to bed and I could hear some kind of rustling, which I thought was coming from outside. I thought about how i missed that noise from my old house, but i looked up and it was some dirty great bug. I tried to ignore it but I couldn't so I moved my mattress as far away as possible and sat there staring at it for a few hours. R got up and swept it away for me :)
This weekend I've been woken up by some especially odd messages from people. Friday: 4:30 am, "I've got 20 tabs of acid, one last time!!", 5am "noodle!" 7am "crap, I just slept through my alarm and missed skirmish" 8:30am "The pores on my face are looking especially large today"
Gah. SHUT UP JERKS!!
Jennay jumpstarted my shitcrapfuck car and I nervously attempted to drive it home. I'm pretty sure Saturday was what.. 40 degrees in the city? I had to have the air on to run from the engine, so 40degree heat with the heater on was pretty, you know SUCK. I think I got EVERY red light. The car was sitting on 3/4 hot and was beginning to teeter upwards. I actually did make home but only just.
I felt pretty weird about being home, i had this complex about the weather and the heat and I couldn't stop imagining that my parents house is the giant pink sea shell from the original Dr. Dolittle with Rex Harrison in it.
I really, really believe it when I'm that convinced. I can't shake it. Its like those times when I thought I was a lion, or the time I thought I was a packhorse on the dancefloor. I actually got really concerned when I thought I was a packhorse. I thought everyone was staring at me because there was a horse in the middle of the dancefloor, and that I wasn't allowed to be there anyway because there was a ban on horse movements at the time for influenza. yeah, drugs are bad.So I'm packing all my stuff at home and I come across all these notes I used to write in the absolute height of my fatigue. I have to say, if I had of actually told anyone what was on those notes at the time I would have been involuntarily committed. pretty disturbing stuff. Its goes something like "Its 4:37am on a Wednesday, I cant remember the last time I slept. I can hear the maggots in my pillow and they are itching to get under my skin. I can almost smell the thousands of rotting corpses under my window, they are rustling slightly maybe the muscles are still spasming. Am I conscious? did I just write that. it seems there but its not there. me and it have something in common"
I think I should ritually burn them.
my parents have been really helpful with the moving business. They gave me some money and some food. It's amazing how much you like simple things a lot more when you have nothing. I get pretty excited about bread these days.
I had so much stuff I had to do and so many people I was meant to see but it takes me hours to do anything ever and I'm always late so I missed out on pretty well everything. Did make it to the pub for Josh's birthday drinks. I really love those guys but I didn't have a good time. I just wanted to go home. I made it home at like12 I think. Only... 5 hours late. Just got really boozed with those guys. Jennay actually managed to shut Burney down. I've never seen him get shut down, it was hilarious.
Sunday was spent being hungover and hanging out with everyone. I finally got to meet john that morning. I had envisaged it going better. I went outside to bring in the mattress I had left out there? and when i walked back in with it he was in the living room and scared the hell out me. I squealed like a bitch.
Eventually J & P got there and went on a taking photos rampage with my sheep magnet. I don't think that yelling at and chasing my neighbours brandishing a fluffy magnet made the BEST first impression but oh well. On the way to meet Ly down the road J got her camera stuck in the post box because she wanted to take a picture of the inside. great job.
Last night was so, so boozey. We had the worst cheapest nastiest DELICIOUS wine around.
I'm going to try and not drink tonight. If someone cooked me up and ate me right now I'd imagine I'd get them drunk.
