Just thought I'd take the time to update y'all regarding the fuct roommate situation/dream woman thing:
This morning I am yet again incredibly hungover--so much so that the smell of popcorn in the office made me gag earlier. I was 45 minutes late to work because the boss was supposed to be gone today. He was not pleased. There is a five piece howler monkey ensemble singing baritone inside my head right now, and I think they've got a spastic drugged monkey on drums, backing them up. I got so drunk last night that I fell off the bikepath that I walk home on, and sunk down to my waist, where I waited for someone to pull me out because I couldn't get out on my own power. I also microwaved a pipe and tore my underwear, but that is a different story all together. In short, I'm clinging to a thread today and waiting eagerly for death....
....but I'm absolutely, positively smitten, like I've never been before. This woman is just something else. She was right there with me last night, not quite shot-for-shot but definitely holding her own. I'd look over in my drunken haze and here's this gorgeous dark haired girl drinking double RBV's and smiling back at me with the most incredible irish eyes and dimples... She was also there to carry me home and pull me out of the snow when I fell, laughing the whole time. The best part was that she was there this morning when I came out of my coma, and it wasn't all a dream.
So yeah, everything is working out. I don't want to jinx this whole thing by letting go and getting too psyched, but damn! Live sure can be good sometimes.
edit: On top of all of this, I won a Lifelink snowsaw last night in a raffle--the exact same saw I lost two weeks ago! So I'm pretty excited about that, too.
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