After My Fucking Father's latest meltdown on me, I need a good HJ, even though I shouldn't be spending the money I'll need to spend. But right now all I can think about it is getting the hell out of the house after eating dinner.
That wasn't a problem last (Wednesday) night, when I told my folks I would already be gone for the night. What I really wanted to do was go down to IKEA and see if there are any boxes I could use (long story). But at work in afternoon I got a text from, of all people, ***e*, who is expecting. She's doing a party at a hotel downtown, and she has brought with her *******y, who, with ***e*, double-teamed me so many times ago ... even though the sex session wasn't that great and they were cleaning the house then, which they kind of botched.
Now, I don't have the money, I hate that she told me this the day of, and I am still wary about doing shit at hotels. But I haven't seen her in a while, and Lord knows I could use the release. And so, after blog-posting this scheduled for the overnight, I'll go over there and see her for the first time in ages. Hopefully I won't be meeting the police there too.
P.S.: There are a slew of parties that keep getting scheduled in clumps as well as on the same day. I should write more about that. But let's just say that on Wednesday afternoon I was texted two more parties, one on Saturday and one on Friday. That Friday party falls on the same day as another party I already knew about. This is getting to be so much that I'm of a mind not to go to any of them. I could catch a lot of hell for bypassing all of these, especially the one I knew about a week in advance, and instead going to one I heard about mere hours before. I'll tell them I'm catching up with old friends. Maybe that'll work.
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