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I need to:
-clean up my desk
-clean up my room
-clean up the kitchen
-finish laundry…but I can't since there's no detergent! wooo!
The baby went down for his nap a little bit ago and I've just sort of been sitting here. I was checking out
Anyway, moving along to lighter subject matter…I went to Ray's last night, which is some new bar on Butler Street. It's decorated rather nicely, although I must admit that I was a tad apprehensive since it's full name is something like Ray's Marlin Beach Bar or some shit. I was expecting hula skirts and huge drinks with umbrellas but it was very tastefully decorated and the crowd was decent. Most of my friend-types were already drunk when I got there and, being a lightweight, I was feeling a little out of place. I had one cocktail and spent most of the night talking to Liz, Black Mike,
The boyfriend, for whatever reason, planted his ass in the corner all night and didn't really move. No matter, he goes out all the time. I was there to socialize. As usual, people felt the need to come up to me and talk shit on him. I realize the guy's got a reputation for being a dick, but, hello, he's still MY boyfriend and the father of my darling son and I will start putting some boots in people's asses. I swear, if I went up to anyone else and just started talking shit on their significant other it would be rude. But for whatever reason it's not supposed to bother me. RARGH! That makes me angry. Yeah, yeah, I know they were just kidding but it's still a shitty thing to do. Besides, I came out to chit chat and listen to music, not hear about all the ways people dislike my boyfriend.
Alright, something very scary is happening with my computer. Must restart. More later.
