your idiot sister
Naw, i jokes. but what the hell are you doing in indiana anyways? you should be here in oregon with your little sister, practicing way too much for your own good and taking me out to bars with you and your crazy friends who i love to death. enough of that.
so last night the fam went out to our usual friday night dinner, and mom got wasted off 1 margarita, and i got pretty damn tipsy off some sort of drink, and dad...well, dad had 2 beers and drove us home. but i think you would have found it entertaining, to say the least. i don't usually drink with the rents, that's still a little too weird for me, even though i am approaching year 22, but after my 40 hour work week (first one in a month) and the general argument with mom telling me i hurt her feelings through my tone of voice in the car ride to dinner, a drink was in order.
just to keep you up to date and all...today was my first day to actually sleep in in a week and a half, and i'll be off to work at the gap (horrors) from 5-9, then will have my first day off tomorrow. watched Gothika with halle berry last night, decent flick but a little campy and relied too much on sudden movements of scary people to try and make me pee my pants. nevertheless, i ran up the stairs at the end of the night. when deciding whether to watch that choice film or another thriller, a blockbuster employee tried to chat me up and see if i needed "any help." this translates to: you are a girl in a short skirt. let me come talk to you. either way, i did the usual and embarassed myself by having the following conversation:
BB employee: so, do you need any help?
Me: well, i'm trying to decide between gothika and in the cut (both not so great films, eh), what would you do?
BB: well, they're both pretty good (what a poor salesman), i would have to flip a coin
Me: (this is where i get into bad territory) well, in the cut has mark ruffalo in it, and i should probably try to curb my obsession with him a little (STOP, STOP), seeing as how I've watched '13 Going on 30' three times now. (i realize my misstep, and slowly retreat, head hanging in shame, to the checkout counter, meekly saying, 'well, nice shirt and all' to cover up my shame, as if poking fun at the employee's lime green polo shirt will bring me a little redemption)
and that was megan's friday night with mom, dad, and the blockbuster employee. you're missing a lot, i tell you.
i miss you, B. a lot. can't wait til thanksgiving
m
"it's sooo hot! milk was a bad choice"-ron burgandy aka will ferrel
so last night the fam went out to our usual friday night dinner, and mom got wasted off 1 margarita, and i got pretty damn tipsy off some sort of drink, and dad...well, dad had 2 beers and drove us home. but i think you would have found it entertaining, to say the least. i don't usually drink with the rents, that's still a little too weird for me, even though i am approaching year 22, but after my 40 hour work week (first one in a month) and the general argument with mom telling me i hurt her feelings through my tone of voice in the car ride to dinner, a drink was in order.
just to keep you up to date and all...today was my first day to actually sleep in in a week and a half, and i'll be off to work at the gap (horrors) from 5-9, then will have my first day off tomorrow. watched Gothika with halle berry last night, decent flick but a little campy and relied too much on sudden movements of scary people to try and make me pee my pants. nevertheless, i ran up the stairs at the end of the night. when deciding whether to watch that choice film or another thriller, a blockbuster employee tried to chat me up and see if i needed "any help." this translates to: you are a girl in a short skirt. let me come talk to you. either way, i did the usual and embarassed myself by having the following conversation:
BB employee: so, do you need any help?
Me: well, i'm trying to decide between gothika and in the cut (both not so great films, eh), what would you do?
BB: well, they're both pretty good (what a poor salesman), i would have to flip a coin
Me: (this is where i get into bad territory) well, in the cut has mark ruffalo in it, and i should probably try to curb my obsession with him a little (STOP, STOP), seeing as how I've watched '13 Going on 30' three times now. (i realize my misstep, and slowly retreat, head hanging in shame, to the checkout counter, meekly saying, 'well, nice shirt and all' to cover up my shame, as if poking fun at the employee's lime green polo shirt will bring me a little redemption)
and that was megan's friday night with mom, dad, and the blockbuster employee. you're missing a lot, i tell you.
i miss you, B. a lot. can't wait til thanksgiving
m
"it's sooo hot! milk was a bad choice"-ron burgandy aka will ferrel
posted by Megan at 4:05 PM
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