who blogs drunk? Iz do!

Coworkers got peed on today.

It was incredible, I'm glad I wasn't there to get peed on I had some wine with dinner that's why this makes no sense you still love me.

A little girl also decided to swiffer sweep the bathroom with no pants on. It was hilarious walking in on that. She's four and loves to stare at herself in the mirror. We'll lose track of her for a solid 15 minutes and find her in the bathroom just STARING AT HERSELF...or she walks past the dress up area and just sits in front of the mirror until someone yells at her to stop being ridiculous and do something semi-productive. I love to do that too but never admit it. It's mostly just cause this makeup I bought is the equivalent of smearing vaseline on a mirror or standing in really soft candlelight or basically just being in a really blurry porn --- everyone looks damn good and it's hard not to stare. I just look so DIFFERENT, it's making me vain and stupid.

But I don't swiffer pantsless so she's still got one up on me. Damn girl.

Ohhhh preschool. OOOHHHHH PRESCHOOL. I can't wait to have kids. Not boys though. I don't know how to teach them how to pee. HOW DO YOU DO THAT? I would tell them to stand up. We had a discussion about it today. Boys stand, so I would potty train them to stand, despite the cleanup that is inherent, as I'm finding out EVERY SINGLE DAY WORKING WITH THREE YEAR OLD BOYS.

This kind of makes me happy in some weird way (not in a sick way, I have to reinforce!!), that little boys can fall in love with me. Gives me hope that maybe older little boys will fall in love with me someday, like, say, in their mid-20's, which is more appropriate than the four year olds and able to carry on a more mature conversation (sometimes).

DINNER WAS....spring rolls with peanut sauce with Nathalie and Katelyn.
Ilovemyfriends. I love nights off. I love wine.

We drank wine and I drank too much cause I didn't have to drive anywhere. And now I am trashfaced and dying to sleep! DYING.

I can't wait for TOMORROW NIGHT, that moment when I throw back my fluffy goosey down comforters and have my pajama pants on and my ridiculously soft butter sweater that i tend to sleep in because it's great having soft things on MY soft and round things, and my contacts out and I'm just READY to peace the eff out and KNOW that tomorrow is Saturday and I have NO OBLIGATIONS (other than prepare for my chicago trip/interview) and can sleep in in in in more than the 7:00am wake up I do for preschool. Which isn't bad, but still, gluttony in small doses is hot.

The office ladies are trying to set me up with a para-professional who i work with thatt is the same age. He went to boarding school so I haven't seen him since I was a sophomore in HighSCHOOL, he keeps asking me to "go drink beers" with him which is weird cause girls hate beer, don't they universally? I do. I like wine and whiskey. I say whiskey to sound hardcore, i really just like wine. Either way they all love him in a poor duckling mother way and are being really obvious about a potential set up cause i made him cupcakes for his birthday, but I make everyone cupcakes, it's not a sign i'm burning with passion.

[i edited that cause i felt mean -- he's a nice guy]

I wonder if that makes me an awful person. I'm not leading him on, he's doing it to himself, but I'm also not being all "listen, i'm into fish bumping/have a boyfriend in egypt/can't date right now cause i'm homocidal and bipolar type II" slash all the lie-reasons you keep men at bay when you're just NOT ABLE TO RELATIONSHIPPPP yourself at that point.

I think I just like the fact that I'm able to illicit that sort of romantic reaction in people still. I was convinced I lost that ability long long long ago, somewhere in a club in spain probably.

Whatever, I leave that job on the 25th and fly to california to try and make my new highlights look natural/see friends/pretend to visit grad schools/basically just break out of my routine. i.e. whatever awkwardness comes from everyone and their sister trying to get me to date poor balding para, it's gonna be incredibly easy to avoid the situation come 3/25, so I am not too worried. I've been in more awkward situations before and come out only mildly scarred.

I should sleep I'm actually fantasizing about it to the point where it's becoming obscene.
oh. man.