My Taste In Men Is The Worst

So. I apparently have a major issue with guys my own age. I either like guys my younger brother's age, which I won't touch because of the whole "you're only freshly legal thing and I don't feel like cradle robbing right now" mood of things. Or, I like guys way older. Like, in their thirties. I'm sure you remember that debacle with Jeremiah, my 31 year old hook up who ended up ruining the universe. Well... there's a new one I have my eye on. Who is, you guessed it, ten years my senior.

I happen to think he's absolutely gorgeous. He certainly doesn't look his age, I honestly judged him at 25 when I first met him. So. Chris is a week into the job and flirting with me, so I invited him to a party this past Friday night. I got out about 9, so I ended over to the party early and was the first one there as per my usual. I cracked open a beer and relaxed waiting for everyone else to get off work. Once a decent amount of people got there, the beer pong games started. Courtney and I won both our games and took bragging rights.

Once I was properly drunk, the closing shift showed up to the party. Which included Chris. I was pretty damn happy about that one. Some more drinking occurred, one or four blunts were passed around. I was basically glued to his side all night. I told him it was his job to keep me warm and giggled on the inside when his arm was around me. I told him straight out I thought he was hot and that people kept leaving us alone because of that.

Drunk Birthday

My 22nd birthday was on the 7th and I should have written this post the day after but I've been avoiding the computer for some reason lately. I suck.

The day started with me leaving the house to beautify. I got a french manipedi, my hair cut, and my eyebrows done. Seriously guys, I cut my hair. Like five inches went from my head to the ground. It's much shorter than I wanted, but what's done is done and hair grows back. From that, I drove down the street to grab some lunch and some booze.

I'm sitting in a drive through and my car starts freaking out. Luna starts sputtering, stalling, and refusing to work. I manage to get out of line and into a spot but I know my clutch is dead. Thank you Luna for your amazing birthday gift, the amazing disappearing clutch. It rocked. I called my uncle, told him what happened, and asked him to come get me. I then called Erika that I wouldn't be at her house as soon as I had planned. Sitting at a McDonald's for close to two hours is no picnic my dears.

After much struggle, my car ends up being towed back to my house. Uncle offers to drive me to Erika's so I don't miss my own birthday party. I grabbed my bags and hop in, happy I actually get to end the night on a better note. She wasn't home when I got there, so I let myself in and start getting dressed. I'm all done up with my new do, killer heels, skinny jeans, and a shirt that makes my boobs the main attraction.

I Almost Died Today

Today started off as a shitstorm in the form of Luna. I walked out to my car this morning and discovered the can of soda I had forgotten about wanted to make its presence known and exploded all over the inside of my car. While grumbling loudly, I found out I also had a flat tire. Luna just wanted to shit all over the place today. I quickly wiped out the inside and pumped up my tire so I could get on my way.

Work was slow as balls, except for one lunch rush. Steve, my boss, was feeling extra nice today so he bought Sam and I ice cream from the DQ down the street. I got decent tips for the three or four deliveries I took, so I was in a good mood despite the awful start to my day.

I'm driving home, it's a 22mile stretch so I have a while to go. About three miles down the road, my car swerves to the right. One tire is on the grass and I pull my car to the left to get back on the road. This causes everything to lock up on me and I spin. I'm going down the highway going a little over 60mph, and I'm spinning. Well, one spin but still. I ended up on the side of the road, with one tire in the gully. As soon as I stopped, I jumped out to inspect everything.

Hey You! Yeah, Flea! I Got A Bargain For You!

So where do fleas go when they're looking for a hot deal on the most random junk you can think of? The flea market of course! And what did I do this morning? If you guessed, manned a table at a flea market whilst looking unbelievably cute and smiling like a goon, you guessed right! I will totes go in detail on pretty much everything thing in that sentence if you just give me a second to finish eating my spanish rice stuffed pita pocket. Delish.

So I spent all last night filling both Luna, my teeny tiny hatchback, and Nana's car. Do you know how hard it is to drive stick with a huge table taking up your whole car right up to your shoulder? Hard. As. Poop. But I did it. So I woke up at the crack of dawn to get cute and drove over to Nana's house to head out. It was all misty and sucky when we pulled up but the day did get loads better and was sunshiney by the end of the day. I got a tan, it was that awesome out. I got a little sweaty packing everything up but it happens. I didn't sell too much but I did get men coming up to talk to me. I saw someone I knew and he teased me for walking around everywhere with Chipper.

So I spent an hour getting ready this morning and what was the result? Adorableness. I wore dark blue skinny jeans, my blue striped v neck, and a black knit shawl-y shirt. I got a super long black ribbon necklace with various black beads spaced throughout the other day, I had to loop it three times and it still came to my waist. I love it. Top it all off with black converse and I was styling. Good looking people sell more stuff, I needed to look hawt.

So why was I smiling like a goon you might ask? That is kind of a secret. We'll just say I'm quite infatuated with an adorable guy who kept sending me the greatest texts while I was working. I was honestly smiling so huge, it was hard not to notice. This boy, he makes me feel pretty amazing.

So I hope my hyper and happy writing style today hasn't been a hungry tumor on your brain eating your intelligence. I'll try to be back to normal soon.

<3

What Time Is It?

I'm up at this ungodly hour, is really just 8:30. I have an interview in Jacksonville today and I hope I get the job. I feel so useless without one and the lack of bank is highly upsetting. I really wish there were a Dunkin' on the way there but this is the south and of course the only two around for miles are on the other end of the town. Fuck this Marine town of their lack of good coffee. Luna also better start this morning, I'm not up for messing under the hood in the cold. Ugh. =/