4:08pm: Everyone is busy and I am Bored
The 'rents are having a big ass Lual-like party tonight. They weren't planning on me being home, so I don't have any work to do. Therefore, Kevin = Bored. MEANWHILE, I'm trying to figure out what exactly is going on with Tricia and all that.
Gotta run. Hour 4 of "I Love the 80s" is starting. Back later.
~W~
6:47pm: This Is Exactly What I Get For Not Having Friends
Hey all.
I'm here, at home. The party's going on downstairs and I am - obviously - upstairs. I'm lonely, to be quite honest. Tricia's gone, and when I tried to call her, all I got was her stupid voicemail. :( Oh well, that's okay. It's not like she could have done anything about this.
Danny and Leslie are off in PA right now, and Steph and Ryan are off, well, celebrating Steph's birthday. I'd invite some of the Heroclix gang, but they're all busy tonight. And besides - what are we going to do? Play Heroclix in the middle of this Hawaiian party? (I can picture it now - Vision and Daredevil both in Hawaiian shirts, trying to take down Harley Quinn in a grass skirt).
I was told Jill was coming over, and though I know Tricia would be less than happy about that (understandably so, I suppose), at least that would be somebody. I might give Kyle a call first, though. You know, see what he's up to.
On a somewhat related note - we needed Smokey to stay in the basement for a few hours. I had to give him his food down there, then shut the door as he was eatting. He kept giving me this look like "What the hell are you doing?" I feel so guility over it. I can just picture him now, sitting at the top of the stairs, trying to figure out why he's down there? Of course, he's most likely done eatting and probably fast asleep. It's probably pretty cool down there, where up here, it's blazing.
Ugh. So, maybe I'll Kyle, and I'll have Jill as my back-up.
So long!
~W~
10:26pm: What A Difference A Few Hours Makes
Wow. I'm shocked at my earlier shitty mood. Kyle came over, which was nice. We hung out for about three hours, chit-chatting about this and that. Really enjoyed his company. Easy, laid back, just what I was looking for tonight.
There's still a lot of people here, but I've kinda died out. I'm a bit nervous about tomorrow, running and taking care of F2 (Frozen Foods, for the unintiated). That fat bastard Henry (read: The Wolf) is coming back from vacation, but I've got Bob Montanya's (the F2 manager) word behind me. So if he gets on my case about ANYTHING, then I'll just be all like "Hey! Bob said this! Don't yell at me, I'm just doing what I was told to do. Leave me the hell alone." Well, probably nothing like that. Maybe along those lines, but not as . . . blunt and forward.
I've had way too much dessert tonight. I'm feeling a bit self-conscious about being on the beach. I look like a whale. No. Scratch that. I look like a pregnant woman. (Considering my "interests," that normally wouldn't be a bad thing, lol. And somewhere, Tricia is looking up and saying "what the fuck?" hahahaha! ) Anyways, yeah, I'm fat and I don't want Tricia's pop comparing my gut to Kyle non-existant one.
Huh. Now that IS odd. A few months ago, I was going crazy because of the whole jealous Kyle and Tricia thing. And now, it's more like Kyle and Mike Clem thing. I can't believe I'm saying this, but where I was slightly afraid of Tricia liking Kyle more than she likes me . . . well, Tricia's been replaced by her Dad. I'm afraid he'll like Kyle over me. Damn, I'm just fucked up.
Need sleep. Bye-bye now.
~W~
PS - I did, indeed, learn to ring up alchol today. Yay! Only three years after I'm legal to!