Self Loathing

Blurb My Brain:
All I know is that I actually am starting to hate the weekends.  The drinking (btw, had absinthe for the first time!) sucks, the men are WORSE, the karaoke is fun (NOOOOOOO!!!!), but I just don't feel like this weekend stuff.  And you know what? I am officially unemployed.  That means that every day is a freaking weekend for me until I find a job. This is means for the next month and a half, I am going to hate life more than ever. 

The only stellar thing about the weekend is Skyping with the boyfriend.  And I messed that up for the week. I didn't set a time and get a confirmation beforehand.  So you, readers are my replacement.

You're sucking so bad at this.

But seriously, I had wanted to talk to him, because talking to him makes my week.  And since I only get to talk to him once a fricken week, that's kind of a big deal.  I wanted to talk to him about my going away party, the assholes that prey on women, how the last day of work was, which songs I so badly messed up on stage last night, how I managed to roll over my toe, and everything else.  But I messed it up, by being a drunken mess and not messaging him about it sooner.  I am SO angry at myself right now.

Actually, just so you are aware, this will be the only time I miss a conversation of the week.  20 weeks of weeks so far and I hadn't messed up.  Yeah.  So maybe that's it.


Back to my depression/sleeping off the hangover. Night.