3/22/07

I ran into this person last month. Her and I go way back…She’s the other chick I used to live with.

The first time I ever saw her I was dropping my girlfriend off at hair dressing school. She was standing out front in a black leather jacket…alot like the one I was wearing. Big old pissed off at the world attitude. Just like mine. You could tell this chick was angry just by looking at her. I had the same personality trait for alot of years. Then she seen my girlfriend getting out of the car and smiled. She’s fucking beautiful when she smiles. I would see her occasionally but not often. Mostly by chance when dropping my girl friend off. Then of course , as usual my relationship fails and I’m back to being drunken party guy in his early 20’s ….Banging anything with a heart beat ….Thankfully too drunk to remeber most of thier names. It’s my 21st birthday and we’re at our usual watering hole. A fantastic little place that was called "Rum Runners " . It’s packed, some "up and coming " band that made nothing of themselve was playing …they fucking rocked…I got loaded…we were playing "RunnersRulez" this is a bad thing it’s basicly orderiang a round of Ghostbusters with every beer. We drink alot of beer…the waitresses loved us even though we made a fuck of a mess…One of runners rulez is " if it’s stuck to the table it stays on the table. One night we left over a $30 tip with all the bills and change stuck to the table …Also a couple of opened pack of cigarettes. The only other rule is that everyone has to buy at least 1 round before you can skip out of a one. There was about 7 of us at the little party table my friends reserved.

For those of you that don’t know what a ghostbuster is some of you may know it by a different name.

Ghostbuster

Take one Rye and coke with no ice. Very important that there is no ice! And one shot of B-52. hold the shot in the glass and drop. Then drink the entire thing back. I have no idea why we called it a ghostbuster but it got us plenty fucked up. Sometimes there is splashing, hence the sticking to the table rule.

We were all drinking like Vikings and being that it was my birthday , they made me thier King…lol Maybe a tad overdramatic there eh? So any way I jamming to the band and leaning way back in my chair to talk to a friend at another table. I’m yelling something at him , the whole time bangin my head to the music and I feel someone from behind me grab my chair and pull it over….My head landed in her lap . She had cut her hair and dyed it bright red but I knew it was her the second I saw her. She was leaning over top of me real close and yelled ( so fucking loud in that place ) " Happy Birthday!" and leans over and starts to kiss me …not quite making out but not a peck either. then she stopped and pushed my chair back upright. I thought for sure that she would have some huge brusier of a boyfriend that was just about to kick my ass but I was wrong…she was single . We didn’t leave each others site except for a few times to hit the can for the next 3 days. I called in and used a sick day for her. lol I moved in with her 2 weeks later and spent 6 glorious months trying to deal with the female equiviliant of my personality and anger. She cracked 2 of my ribs one night while watching last of the mohikans…why and how did she crak my ribs …she did it by kicking me while I was sleeping on the floor. Aparently I didn’t tell her when the gross icky part of the movie was coming up…She doesn’t like gross icky. I Swear I’ll never forget that. That’s also the same night where I found the best fucking chicken salad sandwhich when your hungry at 4:30am. Very cool little convience store/ coffee shop. Run by a monster of a woman …I think she was polish, but fuck could she make a chicken salad sandwhich.

So I run into her where she works…She works at the store that used to be the store where I bought all my home improvement supplies. I run itno her and was grateful for 2 things..1 that we weren’t in the nail gun section…I swear i would have grabbed one and shot off a few rounds out of fear alone…She broke my fucking ribs. Techncally she kicked my ass…I’m her bitch.

…And secondly we were polite, said our hellos, even a little hug. She looks great. I never want to see her again.

And I want my fucking sick day back…Bitch!.

lol…warning!!! A mind altering substance may have been used in the above entry…and the entry before this one….prettty much all of them really…not number 35 though…that ones special….I have no fucking clue what my 35th entry is by the way. I just didn’t feel like saying goodbye yet.

Later fuckers