So last week, Holly and I were planning on doing something with Steve last weekend. She calls me Saturday day and asks if I would go to the movies with them, and I comply. She says, “Good, because X is coming with us.” WHOA. X is a guy with whom she used to be friends, until he fell in love with her. Actually, X is how she met Steve. Anywho, when Holly has her cell phone open, it doesn’t ring. It just picks up when someone calls. Apparently. (Like, Oh my gosh, somebody killed my parents). But Holly and Steve were talking about going to a movie with me when X called. They heard something coming from her phone, and she picked up and he said, “Oh! I want to go!” So of course, they had to let him go. And called me. As soon as she told me he was going with, I called her a bitch. I love her. So we went out, and Holly painted me a painting that says, “Let Art Commence!” HahahAHA. That’s just so funny. No, it isn’t an inside joke. It’s just funny.
Before he got to Steve’s, I told Steve and Holly (Heve) that I am NOT sitting by X in the theatre. We will sit Liz Holly X Steve or Liz Steve Holly X or anything that does not involve his sitting beside me. When we got there, and the only seats there were in sets of two… no way was I sitting next to him. So we went to Fulton to get some wine and drove back to Martin to see the 9:00 show. You know in what fucking order we were sitting? Steve, Holly, Liz, X. WTF, mate? So we made Steve and X go get us some M&Ms, and I sat in Steve’s seat, hoping X wouldn’t notice. He did.
So after the movie, at which I cried, and Holly said, “Oh, Liz, you really are a girl!”, I saw Hurt and Stover, some kids whom I haven’t seen in like 2 years.
My cat is sitting on the bed, purring. Karen brought her cat to rehearsal today. Delinda said, “Like we haven’t seen a fucking cat before.” I like her, but I think she’s bitter with the world.
So when we got back to Steve’s apartment, we had Pinot Noir and played Scrabble. I’ll admit, I drank a little too much. I just really really like Pinot Noir. However, I won Scrabble. Steve is an English majour and I was a little drunk, and I won Scrabble. *gloat*
Speaking of majour, I got a few points with the word “labia.” Then Steve and I began to talk about labia majoura and labia minora. Wouldn’t it be cool if you could majour in labia? I should, since I’m going to be an Ob/Gyn. Screw Premed. Labia all the way. You know what? Not only will I majour in labia, but I’ll also minor in it. I just love labia. Majour in labia, minor in labia, and hell, all of my extra- curriculars: Labia.
Amniotic fluid, amniotic fluid.
But Holly is always trying to get me to make out with someone, and when X was in the bathroom, she asked if I would make out with him. Of course, I yelled, “No! He looks like a turtle!” He then became embarrassed and left. I didn’t know why he left unil Monday.
But yeah, of course, I spent the night on Steve’s couchbedcouch. In Holly’s Jammies. Her jammies had little chicks on the pants, and the t shirt she gave me was something about cheerleaders. She used to be a cheerleader. Dave : )
But I asked if I could sleep with them, and they said no. Last time I slept on the couchbedcouch, I was naked. Steve hasn’t unfolded the couchbedcouch since. But they did let me have the llove llama. I wonder if they take the llove llama off the bed before they do it. I wouldn’t.
I woke up at 5 something the next morning. I thought it was almost 9 for some reason. Weird, huh? Yeah. Too much Pinot Noir. I was nauseated. I guess 4 glasses is too much for Liz. I had Heve take me home.
Do you have any raisins?
Tony complained about my lack of blogging. Blog blog blog.
“Dammit, Linda!”
- Jared.
She always gets in the way of Wade’s ass. Always. Her and her pink jogging pants. Damn you, Linda.
Cats is going to be spectacular. JR complimented me earlier today. (Okay, JR will compliment anything with T and A, but that’s beside the point.) I’m going to gloat a little. Prep yourself: JR told me that he can tell I’m working hard, and that I’m “carrying the show” and that I’m “emovite.” I just really like being appreciated. I had to deal with Nancy, and you loyal bloggers know how I am with her. She makes me feel like I don’t exist. She looks over me. She doesn’t even notice me. How does someone not notice me? I’m not being pretentious, but hell, I’m noticable!
I had alot to talk about last night, but I was too sleepy. I hung out with Alley Jo this weekend. She has 2 names.
OH! Miss Dolly!
You know, I visit her at the nursing home. We tease her about Ernesto, the physical therapist. He’s semi- attractive, and all of the old ladies have a crush on him, esp. Miss Dolly. Well, she doesn’t always remember that her husband is dead, so one day, we were talking about her having an affair with Ernesto, and Hog said, “There’s nothing wrong with having one on the side.” Miss Dolly replied, “There’s nothing wrong with having one on top, either!” What a dirty old lady : ) And then another time we were teasing her about it, and she said, “That used to be a sin!” I said, “Miss Dolly, it still is.” She said, “Well, I’m Church of Christ. I don’t sin.” Hahaha, she’s -so- cute.
Miss Georgie is getting alot better. I think I’m the only one who listens to her and pays attention. She’s stuttering alot less, and she smiles more. She makes me laugh. She wants to run away with me, I think. She’s always undressing her dolls. She’s a sweet lady. I love her. I’ll be upset when she dies.
So in conclusion, Dustyn is a nice kid. He’s not mormon.