Showing posts with label Lauren is a masochist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lauren is a masochist. Show all posts

Thursday, October 04, 2007

This week

This week has picked me up thrown me across the room. We he was done with that he scooped out my insides with a grapefruit spoon, put them in a blender, then shoved that gooey mess up my ass, then called it a day.

So, needless to say, I'm a little worn out from all of that scraping and blending and shoving.

Good night. I'm going to hope that I don't remember any of that mess when I wake up in the morning.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Bachelorette Party

I told you that Kyle's little sister is getting married. We leave for St. Thomas next Thursday late at night. We have to be at the Dallas airport at 6 in the morning. I can't remember a time when I took a flight I haven't pulled an all-nighter the night before. This really is not good. I don't recommend it.

This Saturday I get to go to a bachelorette party with eight 20 somethings I don't know. Who, I'm sure, are decidedly girlie. Not to mention the fact I don't think there was ever a time I went out with more than say 2 girls. I can remember going out with a large amount of guys, but not women. I'm quite worried. I'm trying to think positive, but this is going to be dreadful. I can feel it.

What will I say? I'm horrible with these things. I'm horrible with women. They won't want to talk about books. I will guarantee you that. My life is pretty much consumed with books and independent film. Nobody reads and nobody watches independent movies. I'm such a bore.

I think my solution will be to smoke massive amounts of pot before hand. Then I just won't give a shit. This sounds like a good plan to me. Maybe not.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

I am the single most masochistic person on the face of the earth!

Why, you ask? Because I hate christmas! Despise it!

I have said numerous times this year, "I just wish christmas would pass quietly in the night, like an old person."

It won't, because I am a masochist. I chose to work at the most christmasin' store ever. First of all, I have been putting out christmas crap since before I left on vacation. And we still have more. When I came back from vacation they had already started playing christmas music. What's worse is that there are no words. So one minute you have totally tuned out all the music, and the next minute you are just think the words along with the music and you haven't realized you are listening to it. It is really disturbing. I am already ready for it to be over.