Apparently some of you are now passing judgement on me about the painkillers. And let me just say, until you've been in an abusive relationship, you have no room to talk. I'm not a pill-popper, or a druggie.
I'm 23 years old, I'm single, and I don't owe anything to anyone. I'm trying to enjoy the young years of my life while I can, and for the most part, I'm doing it responsibly. I know what happens when you mix painkillers and alcohol. That's why I only took half of one. And it was a vicoprofen, NOT a vicodin. So it's not as potent. We all have our own ways of dealing with depression and/or anxiety. Not to say that my ways of dealing are the best, but hey...if you don't like me, DON'T READ MY FUCKING BLOG AND KEEP YOUR RUDE ASS COMMENTS TO YOURSELF.
Now I got THAT off my chest...my ankle is healing...slowly. Haha. I've been layin low and keeping ice on it. Alyssa is finally back from Cali and she's starting her new job today at none other than...MY BAR!! I got her a job cocktailing right before she left. So I'm really glad she'll be there to give me her expert opinion on the 2 dudes I'm currently crushing on. Haha.
Frank called me yesterday to make sure I was "still alive". He really is a sweetheart! I would never date him though, he's totally not my type. He's more like a...big brother type figure, if ya know what I mean. But I ended up talking to him on the phone for like an hour. He reassured me, that while I may be trying to block out the memories of Monday night, it really wasn't that bad, and I didn't make a scene. "You're one of us now!" he said. Haha... He just moved into a new apartment, and DUN DUN DUN!!! he needs a roommate! He's doing some work on it right now, but says it'll be ready in a couple months. Which would be PERFECT! I was thinking to myself I'd much rather live with a guy than a girl. All my girl roommates in the past have been unbearable. And guys are so much less drama! So hopefully in a couple of months, I'll have a little cash saved and I can move out, finally.
Also, I talked to May yesterday. She called and I figured it had been about a week, so I'd answer.
"Finally!" she said, "You can stop being mad at me now Peyton! You're my friend no matter what, so you're stuck with me!"
To which I replied, "Well stop being so flaky and I'll keep being your friend! I hope you learned your lesson!"
She assured me, she has learned her lesson. Apparently she had a complete meltdown the other day, resulting in a moment of clarity, during which she discovered she had completely lost touch with reality while dating her ex. Got behind in school, finances, work, friends, etc... So she's trying to get back on her feet now. Good for her I say!! I'm glad she's back.
Well, I'm working tomorrow at 10. I really hope I'm back on my feet by then, or else I'm screwed!!
Melissa and I are supposed to hang out Friday night, sans guys! Now that we're both rid of Mitchell and The Model. Haha! We've really bonded over that experience! Ugh...
Mitch Of The Day:
"I think Big Foot is blurry, that's the problem. There's a large out-of-focus monster roaming the countryside."