So, Nicole and I just found out today that it would only be about $25 for us to go shooting. I have always wanted to learn how to shoot and, wonderfully, so does she! It costs $10 for the range rental (this is an indoor shootery), $5 for the gun rental and then you pay for any ammunition you use. ROCKIN’! I never knew violence could be so goddamn cheap. I can’t wait, but they are only open from 9-6 M- F. I think I should open up a late night shooting place. “Come take out your aggression for your boss or the guy who just hit on your girlfriend at the bar at our ALL- NIGHT range! Better than out on the street!” I think that would be FABULOUS. I would probably go every night. “THat’ll teach you to piss on my couch! BLAM!BLAM!” Better than paintballs, anyway. If anybody comes up to visit, I’ll have to take you shooting. It’s just too cool to pass up. I think I’ll wear my tightest jeans and my cowboy boots. Maybe those NRA hicks will give us some free ammo.
Credit is a dangerous thing. My credit, for a long time now, has been only to the limit of $700. But now, because John and I are going on this trip and I want a security blanket made out of money, I have asked to get an extended limit. I have been fairly good about my credit- there have been a few binges that I have paid for through the nose- and I really try not to use it for the most part. Internet ordering or purchases that I think I may want to take back, that sort of thing. When I called and asked for an extended credit I was thinking I would get something like $1,500 and I didn’t really want any more than that. The “credit advisor” on the phone asked me how much I wanted and I faltered, saying that I thought it was up to him to tell me how much they were willing to give me. He came back with the astounding number of $4,600! The first thing out of my mouth was “Um, ok…” Well, I won’t use it all… right? Shit, it’s tempting. It feels like play money. I started trying on shoes that I have had my eye on. “I don’t really have the money right now, but I DO have a large line of credit.” DANGER!DANGER! No, I didn’t buy the damn shoes. (butistillwantto!)
Josh has provided me with some valuable information. My destiny is to create a fantastic new superweapon and it will happen on Feb. 13, 2022. Only eighteen more years, you bitches! HAhahahaha!!!!
Well, news, news and more news. As most of you know, John and I are going to Australia for a week. When I told my boss that I needed the time off for this once- in- a- lifetime opportunity, she said she would have to look for someone new. I got sacked, more or less. It’s not yet official, but it’s not looking good, either.
So, to celebrate my fresh sacking (sounds dirty, doesn’t it?), Nicole and I went out to a bar. I only had three drinks. Three drinks! I’ve had more several times in the past with no real problem. But do you think that’s what happened this time? Of course not. I made my way outside and sat on a doorstep like a bum. Nicole took me to her place where I laid on the floor, too drunk to even have the spins. I don’t remember much for a while there, but I know that John ran, literally, from home to Nicole’s to get me. I don’t remember anything after that until I found myself sitting on the kitchen floor next to the garbage, leaning over a cardboard box. The inevitable puking then commenced and I don’t know how I ended up in bed. John must be better at undressing me than I ever thought possible. I was sick as a DOG today- my 12 hour day at work. My first puking drunk experience. I was hoping to save myself for a really special occasion but sometimes a girl just can’t wait.
I’m still not really doing well but I’m hoping that sleep will take care of some of that.
On top of that, John is out drinking tonight without ME! Who of you ever thought that would happen?!