Good lord. Back to work. Is there anything worse than Monday morning at 5am, knowing full well you are going back to prison (pete) and you have 5 more days of boring crap to contend with? I had a freakish dream about The Rock last night. I swear, leaving the TV on while trying to drift off (I used to keep the TV on at all times at night when I lived alone in Tempe, post-9/11 it was comforting to have the background noise.) So it became a sleepy-time habit. "Driven" featuring The Rock was on late. I couldn't kick the sandman in his sack, I was a freaking insomniac. This is evidenced by the fact I can barely keep my eyes open this morning. I think The Rock tormented me in various ways, and now I can never look at him the same way again. Not that I looked at him much before, I am not into action movies and wrestling. I think it is so strange that someone can do something to you in a dream, and the way you perceive them changes. The dream has to do with my issues, not The Rocks. I am sure he is a lovely man, but now I am scared of him. Poor little guy.
I actually had a good weekend. I stayed up north, for once, and had some region-style fun. That consists of going to bars. Face it, there is not much else to do, espcially in the dead of winter. I went to live la vida loca ( what the fuck happened to Ricky Martin anyway?!?!?) with Letty at a club. Bygod, did I dance. Pickins are pretty slim in these parts. It was a virtual midget rodeo up in that club. Yuck, I hate feeling like an amazon woman.
I went out with my Cal City homies on Saturday night and had a surprisngly great time. I got surprisingly drunk, and I wasn't even trying. I love hanging out with all guys. I feel so much more comfortable. Men are so easy to get along with as friends. They keep it real. You always have that option of the "dick in the glass case" because they wouldn't be friends with you unless they were attracted to you on some level. Man, did I do a stupid thing. Hmm... me... drunk... doing something stupid? NEVER!
I kissed a close guy friend of mine. I don't remember much about it except in my head I was thinking "You idiot! What the fuck are you doing???" But my lonely lips wouldn't listen. If I fuck up a great friendship over this, I am going to be really angry. I have been tight with this guy for 10 years. We dated when I was in high school, but it evolved into something much better. It is rare to still have the favor of someone of the opposite sex who has seem you through weight gain, horrible hair, bad relationships, bad taste in clothes and bitchiness. But he has and has always been such a wonderful friend to me. I was determined never to cross that line again, but a few Long Islands turned that resolution on its ass. To top it off, I got mean with him last night because I was mad at my mom for being a wench bag. I tend to displace anger, and it is so not right. I hope I can make this copacetic again
I need to get my ass to the movies. The Golden Globes made me realize how many great movies I am missing because I go to see shit like "Maid in Manhattan" and "Two Weeks Notice."