drunky

Warning: this is another drunk post. Thank god for spell check.

I just got back from The Cellar and had a lovely night. I just found another apt to look at in the W.Village. I'm so proud of myself that I'm actually apt hunting and not just complaining about living uptown without doing anything about it.

The more I think about it the more that I want the hottie girl bartender. I'm seeing her on Sunday. The cute boy is doing ok. We talk for approx 3 hours a day without even having phone sex. I'm seeing him tomorrow or the day after.
I rather fuck her than him.

Tonight I realized that the no smoking indoors rule in NYC is officially dead. Everyone does it and no one cares. There was a Wolfmother concert at Mercury Lounge that I missed and I'm pissed about that. I have a piece of meat passed out in my bed right now and I'm debating with the idea of pushing them a little so that i have room on the bed too or just sleeping on the floor