I knew that I blogged too early today…
I forgot to add this to the other post:
Another good thing about the Bust Spring Fling was that there were a lot of attractive people. It was frustrating for my eyes—and my brain. Especially since I'm sorta dating someone as it is.
I just really like looking at attractive people.
And I hate it, too."
In other news, I brought back an old design of mine:
"Moi, je veux te dire que je ne te quitterai jamais. Et puis, si tu es triste, je pourrais toujours te donner un peu d'alcool pour te rechauffer le coeur."
It's something my friend (and ex-neighbor) Émilie from back home wrote me once.
It basically means this:
That she'll never leave me. And if I'm sad, she can always get me drunk to warm my heart again.
There was some other stuff in the note she wrote me, but I forget what was in there.
(I think the rest said something about how booze is the next best thing if we can't do it with our bodies.)
(Wait, was that a come on?!)
I THINK she wrote me that when I flipped out a couple years ago and didn't leave my bed for three days. (I had stopped taking my antidepressants all of a sudden and ended up calling my mother at 2 or 3AM, bawling my eyes out for no good reason. That was the eve of not leaving my bed.)
Anyway, I think I'm gaining weight again.
I feel more cushion.
Damn Andrea G.