Friday: off at 3, but hung around work for a moment afterward to buy me some Bellas. Which are the best shoes ever, until we finally get the Treasures in. Oh god. Anyhow. Took off for Everett. Realized passing the flats on I-5 that traffic was gonna be BAD. Hit it by the shit ponds. Heh. It wasn't too bad though, and I got to Ed Wyse at like 4:00 to bug Karina and buy shit. Got some Catwalk shampoo and Root Boost and a blackhead extractor. Which I love more than life right now. Left around 4:30, hit traffic immediately getting back onto I-5 from Everett Mall Way. Literally idled down the onramp and all the way to 41st. It got a little better after that, but we hit it again around the Marine View Drive exit. Stupid fucking WSDOT assholes getting rid of the extra lanes between the exits. UGH. So anyhow. Hauled ass to Terry's, picked him up, drove back into town to buy some booze. I took a shower when we got back and I think I pretty much just laid in bed the rest of the night sipping Goldshlager. Yum.
Saturday: woke up early, took Terry grocery shoppy at IGA (where I broke down and bought a flat of Monsters for $45), went back to the house to unload all the shit, then headed over to Zach and Molly's. Jumped rope with Melissa for like an hour. It was good times. Left just as Molly got home :/ Headed to Everett to drink our faces off. I can't believe I remembered where the damn Anchor was. Heh. No one was there yet, so we had a couple drinks and were mesmerized by this chick's ass hanging out of her Playboy referee costume for a while. HEH. Terry ran into some guy he went to high school with (which seems to happen everywhere we effing go, heh!) and I ran into RACHAELFAYCE. YAY. But it turned out everyone we were supposed to meet up with were all at Jimmy Z's. UGH. So we ate some food, I sobered up and we drove down the street to the world's biggest dive. I didn't drink there, I just kept kiping sips off Terry's beers. Heh. And I've been claimed by Erin, so she and Terry kept fighting over me. HEH!
"She's MINE now!!!!"
Grood times. I dunno how long we were there, but we were getting tired and felt like going home and plopping in bed and watching a movie, so we took off.
Now for something completely different-- I dunno HOW you women do it, but I drove in heels for the first time EVER driving back to Camano from the bar, and it was SO goddamn difficult. I just don't get it at all. So hats off to all you heel-wearing womens. You are all much more talented than I. I seriously had to stop at the Shell station and change into my flip flops. It was that bad.
Sunday: woke up early. Heh. I just can't do the sleeping in thing anymore. Terry made breakfast burritos. I love him so goddamn much. Went to Schuck's for oil, Target for random shit, Petco, Best Buy, Bigfoot, smoke shop, then IGA again when we got back to the island. Started feeling super fucking sick from girly cramps on the way back to the house. Got to the house, threw off my pants and laid in bed with the most agonizing fucking cramps I've ever had in my life. Got up once to puke, didn't puke, laid back down, passed out for like three hours. Woke up feeling much better, but still really lethargic. Terry made burgers, so I had one of those, and we just stood in the kitchen being nonsensical for like an hour and a half. Hamburger Axe and b-holes galore. God, we're retarded. Left at 8 to go home. Stopped at Shell for gas and Losts, and now here I am. About to pass the hell out 'cause I have work at 5 tomorrow morning. Weeee.
I WANNA WEAR MY HEEEEELLSSS TO WORK but I can't until I have a floor shift. I can't imagine climbing the guards and the ladder to put backstock in the uppers whilst wearing 4 inch heels. For eight hours. Poop.
Sleep.
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