Flighty and Free, or at Least Trying to Be!

A Twenty-Something Urbanite, with a little taste of wanderlust, who's just trying to find her way in this semi-charmed kind of life!

Friday, May 18, 2007

I am SO done with this Week!

As of yesterday at 4:30pm, I was supposed to meet up with The Boy for a drink this evening after work. Can we say, "glutton for punishment?" Oh yeah. Except that an amazing thing happened today.

He reminded me of why he's an ass! And I cancelled it! I told him he didn't even deserve that much from me, and to leave me the hell alone; that I won't be reading any more of his emails so don't even bother writing.

And then I effectively blocked his email address from my email provider.

So, why aren't I feeling any better?!

I feel drained. Zapped. Like I have no more energy or emotion left in me for anything. Not even just for a guy. Anything. I think that's a bad sign.

But hey, there's another Open Bar tonight at this event I'm going to, so as long as I'm able to roll my ass out of bed by 11am tomorrow morning to shower, dress and appear at work I'm good to go!

Alcohol...the solution for all things bad, ugly and evil!

Reminds me of a good song by Barenaked Ladies...

Alcohol, my permanent accessory
Alcohol, a party-time necessity
Alcohol, alternative to feeling like yourself
O alcohol, I still drink to your health

I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol

Forget the cafe latte, screw the raspberry iced tea
A Malibu and coke for you, a g&t for me
Alcohol, your songs resolve like
My life never will
When someone else is picking up the bill

I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol
O alcohol, would you please forgive me?
For while I cannot love myself
Ill use something else

I thought that alcohol was just for those with
Nothing else to do
I thought that drinking just to get drunk
Was a waste of precious booze
But now I know that there's a time
And there's a place where I can choose
To walk the fine line between
Self-control and self-abuse

I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol
Would you please ignore that you
Found me on the floor
Trying on your camisole?
O alcohol, would you please forgive me?
For while I cannot love myself
Ill use something else.

Would you please forgive me
Would you please forgive me

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