A is for "ass"
In a sentence: "How come I always make such an stupid ass out of myself?"
I have this horrible habit of finding myself hilarious, this exponentially increases with the consumption of alcohol. Last night was a prime example of how funny I am not.
LJ is returning from Morocco today, so last night I tried to get some last minute cleaning done around the house aided by a couple glasses (read: bottle) of wine. I had previously called Da Bod, in San Diego and told him that he should come up and see me last night, as I have been suffering from home-sickness lately and the thought of a friend from home to hang out with seemed like a splendid idea. Da Bod has a habit of not calling me back in what I find is a timely manner. So I thought it appropriate to text him that I was on my way down there to see him. Later I called him and told him that I was in Pacific Beach and needed him to tell me where he was at so we could meet up. Mind you I was in my own house this entire time. (You can see how funny I am not. How I thought this adorable last night… … well if I had a nickel)
I awoke this morning late to a headache and dead phone, thanks to refusing to purchase a new battery post-pool incident. When I got to my car and plugged in my phone I had multiple messages and texts from Da Bod, completely concerned about where I was, why I wasn’t answering my phone, and if I was drinking and driving. He said he was driving around looking for me. Arg. Not funny at all.
Exceptionally not funny when LJ called me this morning concerned because he had called her worried about if she had heard from me, knowing that she was abroad.
I have this horrible habit of finding myself hilarious, this exponentially increases with the consumption of alcohol. Last night was a prime example of how funny I am not.
LJ is returning from Morocco today, so last night I tried to get some last minute cleaning done around the house aided by a couple glasses (read: bottle) of wine. I had previously called Da Bod, in San Diego and told him that he should come up and see me last night, as I have been suffering from home-sickness lately and the thought of a friend from home to hang out with seemed like a splendid idea. Da Bod has a habit of not calling me back in what I find is a timely manner. So I thought it appropriate to text him that I was on my way down there to see him. Later I called him and told him that I was in Pacific Beach and needed him to tell me where he was at so we could meet up. Mind you I was in my own house this entire time. (You can see how funny I am not. How I thought this adorable last night… … well if I had a nickel)
I awoke this morning late to a headache and dead phone, thanks to refusing to purchase a new battery post-pool incident. When I got to my car and plugged in my phone I had multiple messages and texts from Da Bod, completely concerned about where I was, why I wasn’t answering my phone, and if I was drinking and driving. He said he was driving around looking for me. Arg. Not funny at all.
Exceptionally not funny when LJ called me this morning concerned because he had called her worried about if she had heard from me, knowing that she was abroad.
Even less funny when I found out he called the Police Department to see if I had been in an accident or arrested.
I am not a liar. I don’t find a reason, and as you can see, my life is generally an open book. This morning however, the fear of embarrassment by stupidity overwhelmed me and I alluded to a lie in a message to him. I will probably tell the truth when he returns my call, but I feel like such an ass. I suppose I should be used to that feeling by now…
posted by hannahhas @ Friday, June 03, 2005
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