Not exactly sure

So, where do begin. The last time I was on here I cancelled my birthday because of work. Well that went swimmingly. Really it did. I tended bar Friday night and make the most in tips ($200). I left with $110, but so it goes. I also got hit on by a girl. Not really my scene but it was nice to have some attention. Reminds me that I'm not a total gorgoeil (sp?... going to check... I think it has a y in it...) gargoyle. It was sort of an awkward experience. She was all over my jock. And I just kept smiling and taking her money. I was actually trying to make her so super drunk she'd have to just leave, but she powered through and was there till last call. I hope she got home alright.

However things got bad on Sunday. Not bad thats an exaggeration. Sad... I had been texting Al (my ex-old man friend) for a little while since new years, trying to get his attention more than anything. I was put off by the fact that he was cutting me off, as bloody if. then I remembered I left my 2008 tax return at his apartment and was getting anxious to get it back. I fucking hate tax season by the way. Anyways, we made plans to get thogether Sunday. There were no expilict plans of sex, but considering I haven't had any since January, I had explicit plans to have sex.

To make a long story short, he finished I didn't. Had to one out in the shower thinking about Terry (yeah). The night wasn't a total loss though. In our old tradition we get right high and drunk. Was a good base for Family dinner at Tap. Rolled over there and had a streak and a glass or red wine. Then on my way home stopped and grabbed a pizza. Went home and ate it and got more stoned with my roommate. Went to bed feeling like bloated discombobulated dog.

I suppose there is an accurate response to the goings on or my uneventful birthday weekend, but I'm not exactly sure what is it. I'm tired of feeling sorry for myself. Truly there is no possible way for me to feel accomplished right? I'm not angry or mad. It came and went just like any other weekend, only that is maked a milestone that I'm really not keen on observing myself. The only thing I wish is that my chapped lips would heal.

Short notes:
Working in the office this week and its DEAD. Or at least it was dead today probably spent an hour working. The rest of it was spent dicking around, i.e. writing this blog, texting, shitting.

Going to see Alice in Wonderland tonight with my roommate. She's a doll. My roommate, not Alice. She might be, we'll see.

Really, really need a vacation. Want to go to Quebec City for Red Bull Crushed Ice. Totally unlikely, but a boy can dream oui, non?

I think thats it...