We could have had it all

So I’m giving this boyfriend thing another shot

As in, officially labeled. I’ve started dating the DJ/singer (officially). It’s weird.

Things were different with Miles, we didn’t label it because things were complicated. But now I’m back in the ring, getting calls everyday, being addressed as “honey” and “sweetie” and “baby”, late night donut visits (the best kind of visits).

But I also get all the crazy. Why didn’t I answer his call? Who was I with? Why won’t I come over? Was I lying when I said I was with coworkers? Are you mothafuckin kiddin me?

The only appropriate answer to this brand of crazy is: Calm yo tits. Calm them you must.

I’d forgotten how difficult it is being in a relationship. I mean, it’s hard enough to make myself happy, how am I supposed to make both of us happy?

Just found out I can use Tumblr at work

It gets past the Great Firewall of China.

I for one am looking forward to the next level of unproductivity that this discovery promises.

Walks of shame are much more difficult in cities

It’s not like Midd campus, where it’s an actual walk across campus back to your suite. This morning was more a trek of shame. I had to navigate my way out of his apartment complex, then climb some crazy ass stairs to find a road, then wait for a cab, then direct said cab back to my place, all while hungover and having to take the biggest shit ever (spicy hot pot really tears up your insides). Plus these old Chinese ladies were hardcore judging me, with my bedhair and rings under my eyes, reeking of cigarettes and sex. As I stumbled my way up those awful stairs, a tough old bird carrying two big baskets of vegetables just gave me the stinkeye for a full-on minute. Come on old gal, I know you’ve had your share of alcohol-drenched, wild sex. We’re all on team dick here!

I like the guy though. He works as a singer and DJ at the clubs in the area, so boy can always score me some free drinks. Imma see him again soon. Ugh but now I gotta trudge into work on two hours’ sleep and put up with my supervisor and her “Each child is a whole world blahblahblah teaching philosophy blah”. Bitch I just want some coffee.

The other night I went to a bar

And then I woke up in bed wearing someone else’s shirt with a bit of lettuce by my pillow. What the eff.

I remember drinking alot, and meeting people, and showing these Chinese people how Americans dance, and I remember giving out my QQ number like candy at a parade, but for the life of me I don’t remember getting home. I somehow caught a cab, directed it to my apartment, successfully used my key, and I guess ate some lettuce in bed.

Drunk me is on top of things.