Thanks Holly

I've had so much shit going on I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. That beer I drank at lunch a few weeks ago came back to bite me in the ass. I had to go see a mother fuckin counselor. I quit my tanning bed. I'm still tryin to get a part time job at the best place in the world. Just for fun. The manager of one of the local stores (who I think was eyein me when I was in there) told me that after Christmas all the local stores will have 1-2 openings. After January I'm joining a new gym (two words: Indoor Pool), which is hella retarded in that it's so far away. But, if I get into the awesome job, it's close to that.
One of the girls I kick it with is back in town (for 2 weeks; and because of her many piercings I'm calling her StapleGun) so she rounded up her posse, and we went out Friday night, and I got tore the fuck down. And it was good. Oh my lord it was good. We went out to eat first, and I had a couple brews, and got nicely buzzed, and I'm 90% sure I was bein hit on pretty strong by our server. Plus all the girls told me I was. It was so funny. Our server always made sure I had a drink in my hand (which isn't easy since when I drink anything, it tends to disappear pretty fast), and was brushing against me every time *they* were near-coming to our table or not. And then when I switched to water *they* made a comment bout "Don't your gums start tingling when you drink these?" and something else that I can't remember but made my table laugh, then brought my water with lemon. Oh that's right. And I just sat there giggling like a fool.
Then we hit the club. I've been to this club with StapleGun and her girls once before (I don't go clubbin. Mainly cuz my regular posse isn't down. They do house-parties. Which I'm not down with anymore.) and it was alright. I was the DD last time so it was interesting. But this time, as a trash-fest, it was in-fuckin-credible. And one of the bartenders was such a cutie. And they were my bartender. Oh Friday was a good night. It was the night of Kay. Everything was goin my way. I may have smacked a few asses, danced a lil bit with some people, and just buzzed the night away. I'm real familiar with the bathroom there, so if anyone needs to know where it is... I got ya covered. Though I felt like a total ass cuz StapleGun kept babysitting my trips to the bathroom. I don't like being an inconvenience, you know? We left way too soon, which is the way all good nights should go (it was actually 12 something). There may or may not be some landscaping somewhere in Sactown with my inner stomach contents on it. I thought it'd be a good idea to get rid of that before our hour-long car ride home. And when we finally got home, I had to pee so bad. Note to drunk girls everywhere, you may think there are going to be open gas stations, but there won't. Don't pass up that 24 hour grocery store cuz you think you can hold it. It will not be fun.
Oh my kiddies, a good time was had. Then I woke up at 9 the next morning (after arriving home at 1 or 2) to get some Christmas shopping done with my buddy Bow. I like kickin it with Bow, but I don't see her outside work much anymore. She's in the middle of some major moving bullshit (gettin her new house all built and meeting with all the people for her old house). And Hef is hangin with some of our other friends that I've kind of moved away from. See, me and Hef have this friend PJ who I've just noticed is a bit of a user. Cuz I've helped this fool out with everything from cleaning to baby-sitting to packing his shit up for his upcoming move. And I'm tired of it. I'm tired of being "Hey Kay, you have a truck right?" I'm tired of friends who say they owe you one but just keep owing you another, and another, and you finally wake up to the fact that it's not going to stop. I guess that's part of growing up. Or I'm just getting bitter. Hef has a little saying I'm starting to think is smart, "A lack of planning on your part doesn't constitute an emergency on my part."
Everyone and their mom has been calling me lately. I suppose I should be flattered and shit. But I'm not. I'm ducking and dodging their calls like an expert dodge-baller. Dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge. My mother's calling me every day. I don't need to talk to her that much. Seriously. We have nothing to day. But if I don't answer she calls again, and her voice-mails become more and more (...needy?) I know she's excited I'm coming home for Christmas soon, but damn, down girl. I have issues, I don't like spending a lot of time with my family. And I don't like being trapped. Going home is not easy for me, especially when I haven't got a vehicle. And she makes all these plans for me (for which I should be grateful, but like the little ass-wipe I am, I just feel more and more trapped) from plans for me to visit the High School (she works there) to work out the kinks of their video yearbook (they don't have a teacher anymore), to wanting me to speak to some of the middle school and high school students, to planning my visits to see my friends "You'll want to see H and BrandNewBaby for a day or so," to hanging with my lil bro and sis "JJ has from the 25th to when you leave off to hang with you and C will be around and will want to do something too." To even scheduling my hair appointment. I'm glad I have her and she loves me enough to try to keep me happy but please, it's choking me. I'm a fucking adult, but when I try to say this she get's all "Oh really? Honey (to my father) did you realize our little girl is an adult?" And then I hang up on her. I cannot take it. That woman stresses me out beyond all belief. And every year I vow I'm not going home, not going to put up with that again, but I can't take the guilt-trips so I always come back.
But I refuse to let her have my Thanksgivings or my New Years's. She can't ruin all my holidays. The last 3 years I haven't spent Thanksgiving or New Years at "home." I don't really do anything for New Years but unwind from Christmas. The Thanksgivings I've spent road-trippin the east coast with friends, with a best-friend's family, and most recently, with a work-friend and her 2 year old since her boyfriend's out of town (for 4 months. Shafttile.) And her little boy was sooooo cute. And she has a one year old cutie dog, and a brand new kitten. Probably my favorite Thanksgiving to date. It was very mellow, very laid back, no dressing up, I got to entertain a lil-man and help set up and clean up and just be stress-free.
This has really rambled, and I need to shower, so The End.