The Bartender Was Very Yummy

A prod from the goodly SquirrleyMojo reminds me that it has been ever so long since my last post.

Life sucks, I'm turning 21, and I'm living at home with Daddy when I should be off trekking through Canada right now. I spent like a year trying to make The Pilgrimage happen, and it looks like it's gonna take me two years to just get back where I left off.

Was it worth it? Mn, ask me again in two years.

My boss asked me out - yes, it's wrong but where do you meet people these days, the grocery store? When you're in school you meet and go out with fellow students, when you're working you meet and go out with coworkers.

We went to The Whiskey - a very stylish and very tiny bar right by the lobby of the Sunset Marquis Hotel - they didn't card me, which is good because I wasn't quite legal yet.

He was nice, we had a really fun conversation. We kissed a bit. He wears the same cologne as my Dad, which was shiver/cringe worthy, let me tell you. He's a good kisser, with a hint of restrained chutzpah - as if he were on good behavior. Which I hope he was!

He was, really.

The whole thing lasted like an hour and a half, and the snogging only lasted like ten minutes, tops. He doesn't really do it for me, he's a bit too professionally driven for my taste. Personally, a job is about making money and paying bills. For him, You Are Your Job. Not so much, in my opinion.

I'm close to moving out and getting my own place, but it might take another month - the girl I want to have as a roomie is going through some shit right now and I don't know if she'll be able to.

Also, I hate catching the bus. Riding the bus I'm fine with, it's all the damned waiting. ETA to getting a car - six months, minimum. Wheeee!

Litany Webb, signing off

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A Mottled Chaos of Splotches

It was either lunch - Madi's cranberry bread - or the Taco Bell I had for breakfast, but I spent a good portion of yesterday on my knees (of all days to wear a skirt) nodding to the toilet.

I have a weakness for cranberry bread, and it was a bit mucky/underdone inside, but I couldn't stop eating it. The fact that I'd bought a cute little glass bottle of milk at 7-11 didn't help either. Clearly I can't stop eating cranberry bread when there is still milk to be drunk. Mustn't waste milk.

Since my recent haircut (oh so cute) my hair won't quite stay in a scrunchy, and I forgot my bobby pins yesterday. Needless to say I got a lot of yack in my hair, which isn't cool when you're trying to maintain a professional attitude.

No, I am definitely not pregnant, thanks for asking. I checked, and am fetus-free.

Factoid - Acidic Barf will actually bleach the red dye out of your hair, revealing your true mousy brownish-grey in a mottled chaos of splotches. And I can't exactly trim these portions out, unless I want to look like I'm losing hair in clumps due to mange. Thank you no.

I left work not long after the first non-stop slop session, you know the kind where you think you might be done, only to discover another upcoming upchuck geyser.

You're not done you little bitch, not by a long shot.

When I finally came back from the bathroom, my boss saw my red and puffy face and teary eyes and thought I'd been molested at my desk.

No, but unless you want me borking on my keyboard, I should go home. He didn't even blink, and told me to go.

It's weird, and I might be the only one that feels this way, but a long barf session is actually something of a rush. I felt giddy and light headed, my blood was rushing in my ears and all that exodus felt like catharsis.

Riding the bus home to Dad's house was an adventure all its own, and I had to lean out of the exit door at one point and decorate the sidewalk. I felt so guilty about that - like it was a drive-by barfing or something. No way to clean it up. And it sizzled as it hit the hot pavement. The smell was lovely.

Feeling better today, but I have no desire to eat anything. This might be a good diet plan.

Litany Webb, signing off

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