Confessions of A Naughty Girl

What A Miserable F*cking Week

Wiiiiiiiine. White wine. Whine. Whining.

This has to be one of the worst weeks in recent memory. Tonight was the first night I left before 8 pm (and I worked on Sunday), and I love my job - but we are f*cking busy and that makes life stressful.

My parents sold the house I grew up in last night. They are moving out in September. I cried, polished off a bottle of pinot grigio all by myself like a big girl, and passed out. I'm happy for them, but my house was the last - and only - piece of my childhood that I had left. Now my childhood will consist of some shit in a storage area and a guest room with a beach painting in a condo in Florida.

I have had no time to spend with my friends from outside of work. I haven't even had time to call them. This is embarrassing, sad, and upsetting. I haven't seen Amy and Hilla in three weeks. I think I am suffering from major withdrawal.

The Dairy Queen guy paged my cell phone tonight. By the way, who the hell does that? I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in you, not even for the free Blizzards. Please don't page me. This is not 1997, and I don't have a beeper.

I miss my friends in Chicago. I don't miss living in Chicago, but I miss my friends. I miss ImAnonymous and Roberto, who sent me a very funny sex toy thing in the mail. I miss Sanders, who doesn't know anything about my love life here. I miss Grant, who could get me to go out and get drunk any day, any time, so long as I was within a 50-mile radius of Chicago. I want to see them, but I can't find a weekend. I also can't seem to find the $250 I would need to purchase a ticket.

Okay, I feel better now. Good times.

posted by KA @ 10:09 PM