Here are a few. There are more in my flickr stream, if one wanted to look.
Somewhere in there, Justin called me and asked if I wanted to come over earlier and we could knock out a couple of our tv shows. I had planned to actually spend some time getting presentable and wear a dress and stuff last night to the bar. And so this changed that and made me a little flustered and made me feel all self conscious about my looks. Because I wasn't going to have time to make any sort of effort with myself. I should have just said that it wasn't going to work. But I didn't. So I went home, got ready as I could get and then told him I was on my way.
They're repaving the parking lots in his apartment complex and so there are some areas that are blocked off completely. Those people, I imagine, still have to park. So there were no spots. And I don't handle stuff like this well. It's stupid of me. But it's the way I am and I can't help it. So this of course led to me calling him, freaking out, getting flustered, frustrated, shouty, and there was crying. It wasn't pretty. So he came out and we were just going to the Mixx. But I think he expected me to just be instantly over it. So when I, of course, wasn't, it wouldn't do. So we ended up in the parking lot at the Mixx but he wouldn't go in because he won't if I'm upset. I believe that if I'm upset, the answer is to get me inside, tell me everything is better now *pet pet* and shove a drink or two in me.
Not the answer for him, apparently. So we went back to his apartment, found a far away parking spot and watched a few of our shows. Tosh.O, The Soup, and Weeds. Then I went home to bed.