Can I just say how fricking AWESOME the people who read me are? Well, they are fricking AWESOME, ya heard? Sending all kinds of love and sunshine my way. Word.
I am feeling MUCH better, ya'll. Bad things happen in threes and my three bad things (nothing to do with my last entry) included the psycho boy episode, my miscarriage, and me being jumped last week.
Oh did I not tell that story? Yeah, I was walking home alone from the bar last Wednesday (a big NO NO) and some skinny punk approached me and started walking alongside me. He was going on about how dangerous it is to walk home alone and I am like "yeah I am about to get a cab" when he bluntly stated "I am going to teach you a lesson." Fearing the worst, I went into protecting-my-head stance but he just went on to ask me how much money I had. I was like "Dude, you picked the wrong gal, cuz I is broke as shit." He didn't believe me, so I handed him the $10 I had and 2 credit cards. 2 credit cards that are maxed out, mind you. Not the debit card, I hid that. Not my ID, my head would have exploded since this was my first night out on the town after getting my ID back.
So satisfied he was about to charge it up, he started to leave. But not before he shoved me into a hard brick wall.
Could have been MUCH worse. But I still cried the whole mile and a half walk home. Couldn't get a cab now. No money. Didn't want to wake anyone up, but I got yelled at the next day for not doing just that. So, bad things happen in threes. I am tapped out. It's time for Bethany to get happy again. The sun is shinin', the weather is beautiful, and both of my legs work. I don't weigh 400 pounds. I can dance with reckless abandon. I am going to see Melissa Etheridge on Thursday. I can go there and find some pretty lesbians. Do those exsist? Because I am pretty sick of men, but I am still as shallow as one.
Nah, I don't think I could go there. I love wangers too much.
I told you, I am just like a clock when I tick and I tock.
Oooh, cute intern just walked by. He is a precious thing. Too bad I woke up at 8:10 and had to don a baseball cap and t-shirt, or else I'd go hit on him right now. Tomorrow, I WILL WAKE UP EARLY and I WILL LOOK PRETTY. It's so funny, because I dress like a slob so often here, when I do actually fix my hair and wear a skirt, I get a lot of ooohs and aaahs. A nice little ego boost, for sure, but is it because I look good or is it because I don't look like shit? Glass half full or half empty? I am sick of being in a rut. HALF FULL, I SAY!
It is time to get off my ass and stop whinin'. Sick of being shy when we all go out. I am going to approach people. I am going to get some digits. I am going to do a little dance, make a little love and basically get down tonight. Well, maybe not tonight. I am pretty tired. Too much wine and gossip last night.
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