i'm two quarters and a heart down, and i don't want to forget how your voice sound..these words are all i have so i'll write them.....

so.....

i took some initiative...and, dats right! i started bartending.

except no one told me the training would be killer. not killer in the "oh my god, i have to know how to make all these drinks" kind of way....

nope....i excel at all things academic, so that's just dandy with me.

the killer part is the fact that....we have to try all of our drinks to make sure they taste right.

YEA! you heard me! bar procedure.....how else will we know if we're fucking up, anyway?

so....yesterday i had to try about 12 martini's, 10 cream drinks, and 19 cocktails.......and those are just the ones i made.

i also had to try everything my "partner"...brandon (who is not cute at all, but he's funny and just a chill guy who frequently says: "sheeeeekahkah!!"..so..me likey!) makes. he's been in the course longer..so....he made EVERYTHING (i get to do the accelerated "we're trusting you can get this down in less than a week" deal...figures)..

which brings me to the point of my story:

i came home last night hammered...

i came home and am typing this, right now, smashed...

tomorrow.....i'm gathering it will be a repeat....

and a fun little repeat for friday as well. word!

kiss my liver goodbye! but goddamn i'm loving every minute of it's wee weee little dying......

in other news!!

1. props to my dad for being called the smartest man to ever work for his company. so proud of you daddy!!

2. if you know me...make me make you a shooter called "the brain"......if you don't know me.....TRY IT! i hate bailey's..and it is absolutely delish....and looks like a brain swimming in blood. NUM!!

3. this is very un-me. this is very girly. this is probably 75% alcohol talking....SO!! if you're averted to the aforementioned girly smut..please desist reading until you see a number four.............
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.........i really don't want to be alone this year for valentine's day. i know it's the one holiday that's so fucking cliche..but ya know what? after three years of being alone on it....dinner..or even going out for a drink with someone of the opposite sex that doesn't look at me with those eyes that scream "yea, we're friends...that's about it"....would just rock my fuckin casbah with the force of a mother fuckin hurricane. word. *sigh*
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4....seeing as i got new armani sunglasses while in tahoe ("happppppppy channukah...you want but can't afford me " is what they were screaming..but seriously..i LOVE them. they're pretty hot), and seeing as they go so well with the fact my hair is black.....

and adding in the fact that my hair will not be black after this sunday because having black hair when your natural color is reddish-brown is hell when you have 3'' of roots just after one month of hair growth (seriously y'all i look like a raspberry truffle.....all black and then BAM..red)..

i figured i'd drunken rock-star it up!

HAPPY HNT Y'ALL! (please...remember..i'm drunk)

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