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old friend. [Feb. 18th, 2009|09:28 pm]
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hey live journal. it's been awhile. it's so weird how live journal was such an integral part of my life, now i had to really delve into the depths of memory to even remember the fucking password.

life, ironically, isn't that much different now than it was a few years ago. i'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. i still work at best buy. i still drink on a near every day basis. i still don't have a girlfriend. i still bitch and complain about the most pointless stuff. yeah, the only things that's really changed is my hair and my age.

valentine's day was on saturday, and this was probably the first valentine's day that i didn't spend wasted off vodka and listening to dashboard confessional on repeat. while i did have dumb trainings at work all day, i did manage to see ashley the night before. so TECHNICALLY i didn't spend valentine's day alone. i gave her the godiva chocolates she loves oh-so-much, and i swear, a smile never left my face. i'm not quite sure what it is about this girl, but she's kept my attention for more than a year already. i remember a while back i found an old moleskine i used to keep and i wrote down a few things the night after we initially met, it read:

"i finally met ashley at the falls on friday. goddamn, that girl is FUCKING CUTE. and sweet. cute and sweet. but who wants to bet that i fuck that up like always? i do."

nice to see that the glass is still always half-empty with me.

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i'm glad i finally got over this dehydrated phase i was in. i must have drank my insides bone fucking dry last night. dollar beer night is one of those double bladed swords. it's so good, yet so so so horrible at the same time. i don't think i saw anyone who wasn't completely wasted last night. i did meet a girl named "gin" last night. funny story: so i'm standing sort of in between inside and the outside where the patio is and she was sitting with like three dudes at a table. well, she kept glancing up and looking up at me, and if i've learned anything in all of my years, it's i know when a girl is interested. so i walked back inside to the where my group of friends were standing, and sure enough she comes inside and walks over to me and mentions how her ex showed up and how she had to get out of there. we walk to another part of the bar and engage in some sort of conversation. i honestly don't even remember what the fuck we were talking about. i do remember at one point her telling me to get her phone number. i pull my phone out, and i was so wasted, it literally took me about five minutes to enter her number. touch screens and severe inebriation do not fucking mix well. we continued having some bullshit convo until some angry looking dude came inside and grabbed her and told her they were leaving. yeah, this guy definitely looked like he wanted to beat the shit out of me. oh well. i hope she was cute.



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[User Picture]From: mariakgb
2009-02-19 07:57 am (UTC)
do write more. i enjoy it.
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