This song is no joke, I was out getting coffee and running errands this morning all stressed out and shit and I noticed people were looking all happy and shit. Usually in the morning I am dodging panhandlers but not today; and I realized today is the 1st!
So the ‘Song of the Day’ is dedicated to all the people that got their check today and will be living the life for the 1-3 days when their money runs out.
I gave in to my carnal urges and went on a ‘date’ with the Random Dude (RD) that had been texting me all week. I was really conflicted about whether I should let myself be a part of a ‘pump and dump’ which is where a dude is looking for sex and once you give it up you will never hear from them again. My main concern about sex is diseases the next thing is basically the guilt and shame I tend to have with sex.
I talked to RD about safe sex and he said the only brand he can use is Magnum Ecstasy and he put it upon me to buy them. I was instantly peeved that I had to put out money but he was supposed to bring weed so I felt it evened out; plus the price of condoms is small in compared to what they do.
He was supposed to come over around 7 and I was waiting anxiously I had showered and I was afraid of getting stinky again waiting for him. He did not make to my apartment until 9PM and I was incredibly annoyed; did I mention that this RD was also high out of his mind?! Fortunately it did not seem to be anything other than weed and booze but I was irritated and my mind starting wandering and telling me that this dude had to be high to get it on with me. When we got to my apartment he pulled out the blunt and it was half smoked, he pulled out the booze and it was half drunk. Really; these cheap ass antics was really not making me feel in the mood to bang. But as I smoked the half blunt and three shots left in the bottle I got more relaxed. I was able to remember why I had agreed to fuck him in the first place; he the type of dude that oozes sex.
I won’t gross you all out with the gory details but I really had sex with this dude; nasty adult type sex. I did ok seeing as it has been a long time since I have done anything. I had sex once in 2010 and probably nothing for year before that so I was rusty. I am really self conscious about my skills but me not liking this dude in a romantic way made me a little more confident because I did not have anything to lose if I was awful. I will say that 15-20 minutes of actual penetration is all that I have in me stamina wise and this dude went on for an hour; I actually got bored. After the deed RD was like “Wow I really gotta go I got to get up for work at 440AM”, I was just laughing partly because of the weed but mostly because the whole after sex scene is so predictable. I think he had a genuine fear that I was going to ask him to stay the night but obviously I am not like other women; I really don’t want to have to look at you in the morning either, so kick rocks! I am not cold I just know men don’t like to stay and I stopped wanting that; after he left I just kicked back and finished my wine coolers, sanitized my apartment, and watched videos on youtube.
I have to mention is that I would totally have sex with him again if the opportunity arose; I feel like if I had more practice that sex could be even better for me. This dude could never be relationship material though; remember I mentioned the box of condoms I bought? Something told me before he came not to put them all out because they might walk away. So I put out four we used two but he took the other two with him. That is so trifling in my opinion; those shits are expensive and basically he took condoms I bought to fuck another chick; I am all for safe sex but that is just some classless broke nigga shit. Maybe I WONT have sex with him again.
Gay Pride is the biggest party of the year in San Francisco and the biggest display of human indecency that I have ever experienced; so of course I have to participate!
I am such a prude usually but during pride I usually get stinking drunk and act a fool with thousands of others; I am not sure what half the shit that goes on has to do with gay pride but whatever.
Don’t tell anyone but I work Sundays so I had to call in sick that day but it was worth because a friend that only visits once a year was here. I never plan to drink as much as I do but by the end of the night I vaguely remember doing tequila shots. This led me to making out with this hot gay guy and cornering some big chick in a corner and hitting on her.
Anyway it was all in all a good weekend props to mis amigas for making me feel apart of it all.
Another Friday night and I am drinking alone. I was kind of feeling shitty about not having a life but thinking about the bright side of life; it could be worse! I have had so many bad experiences drinking in public like hitting on people and just saying the dumbest shit ever. Drinking alone has it drawbacks too especially if your into drunk dialing; but I am so mature now I can drink alone and not bother people. Usually when I am lushing alone I just watch videos on youtube and feel extra sad or content but I am worried about how much I enjoy drinking.
My mom literally died of alcoholism so in the back of my head when I drink I have that fear I am one drink away from rehab. Then I start arguing with myself, ‘how come I can’t have a drink; seeing as I don’t fuck or do drugs’?
Anyway I am drinking like a pint every two weeks now plus beers here and there. Ultimately I don’t think I have a problem but definitely I need to get a fucking life.
Oh it’s on now! They are going to start making weed soda. Believe it or not I would love to walk into a store and enjoy a cool refreshing bottle of ice cold marijuana. But there are so many stigmas against weed because it is abused but how come I can walk into a liquor store and buy a bottle of cheap fortified wine which is infinitely more dangerous than marijuana?
I never understood that, why some vices are ok and others are not. If marijuana were legal it would not be abused more than it is now. There would be a lot of users like me that would be able imbibe from time to time enjoy the experience but not become some major pothead.
Will there be a day when I can walk into a store and buy a six pack of weed brew without a note from a doctor?
Never mind the messy kitchen; you are looking at homemade hooch straight from the kitchen of Antijemima herself. I rarely complete tasks or projects but I guess when booze is involved I was a little more motivated. Limocello actually takes a month to make and I have no idea on why I fixated on this concoction but it is done finally.
It tastes like lemon cough drops or something but not bad; I mean it is definitely lemony but I feel like I might have missed a step or something.
I am thinking next of soaking apples in vodka to see what happens; I wish I was as excited about exercise as I was about alcohol.