There are no words to even begin to describe the weeks I've had. Accusations of cheating, friends lying, backstabbing and glorified whoring about. Lets start with this, Jared was accused of cheating on me with my best friend...by my best friend. Yes. Welcome to my life.
First off...since when did women become so vindictive and insecure that when they feel they need to tell you something important, they ask everyone else's opinion about it first, which in return, starts a wild fire of gossip? The melodrama brought on by this accusation ended with another of my friends screaming at me in my own bedroom, IN MY HOUSE, while I was still in bed WITH MY BOYFRIEND after I had specifically told her not to come and speak to me. After that shit show, I went with my gut, trusted Jared, and washed my hands of it. Needless to say, I'm not friends with A or B anymore.
Three weeks, the end of bed rest, and in dyer need of a night out, I, like an oblivious baboon, agreed to a girls night out with some coworkers. So I rush out the door and inform Jared that I'm off to Emerson (a relatively new social club in LA right off Hollywood blvd, very fun) and prepare myself for the basic night I assume I'm going to have. Nope. I couldn't have been more fucking wrong.
Above in order, Jessica, Shelly, brigette, Danielle back there, Chelsea, then myself, Selena.
Jessica picks me up in a car already packed with Brigette, Shelly, Charlyne, and Chelsea (who was brigette's friend and none of us knew) so I squeeze myself in and we're all enjoying the ride down. We find our friend Danielle and move forward with our party plans. We get to Emerson and our friend is basically told to fuck himself and he can't get in with us so the moment we're in we all panic and need to get him in. An hour later, he's in and we're all hammered. The music is great, the bottles are endless, and I'm with the girls. Life is great.
I don't remember taking this. Myself, brigette, and Danielle.
Until I black out. I have NO memories that are clear and stable of the rest of the night minus the part where I ate shit. HARD. I have two scabs to prove it. Thank The Lord for my boyfriend or I would still probably be on the corner of Hollywood and Highland. I said some really colorful things that night that landed me in the Taj Mahal of dog houses and I don't even get to remember it.
And to wrap it up, I made a new friend on 4th of July that loves animals as much as I do and my boyfriend earned a bald spot from Roman candle wizarding duels. I'll update you more but said boyfriend is getting angry that I'm not paying attention to him.
Jared's bald spot. :)
However, I am still in my amazing relationship so there is that good news and I'm back at work! YAY ME.
Well, until next time.
Xoxo
