St Pathetic

we didn't do anything for st. patrick's day. i didn't even have a single drink... i'm almost tempted to run down the street to the indian joint for a night cap. i said almost tempted.

i'm not saying that we should all get boozed up on st. patrick's day. i'm just thinking that for the most part... well, we do. i kind of missed out on that this year and i wasn't planning on missing it.

the boy and i were going to head out for a simple evening of drinking, music and possibly pizza. half way to the door the boy decided that he'd rather eat week old cornbeef hash than mill with crowds. i called out for food and we stayed at his place.

it wasn't a bad evening just a bit bland. i kind of saved up a bit last night to get drinky tonight as well. i just realize how bad that sounds. oh, well.

also, for the first time the boy bothered to try reading over my shoulder. saw himself mentioned and now wants to know what the hell i was going on about...

well, he knows where my diary is and can go read it if he wants. probably do him some good to find out that i want to dump him on at least a monthly basis, right?