Good Life, Bad Life, Red Fish, Blue Fish

THURSDAY
My friend Mike from high school came into town on business and gave me a call. We had dinner at this really yummy restaurant downtown and were reminiscing about what everyone was up to. And then he paid for dinner on the company...i love the working world!

He and his coworkers were staying at this house RIGHT on the beach in Mission Beach. Yes house and yes the windows look out to the ocean. We went up to the roof and drank some wine and just stared out at the dark ocean. All you could see were the white waves crashing down. I have never been so at peace in my entire life. I didn't care about work, or the fact I had to be up in a few hours, or anything else in my life. For anyone who is stressed out, please go to a beach at midnight and watch the waves...i promise you will feel 1000 times better.

mike, you're fucking awesome.

FRIDAY
work.

a couple of the new people at my work went to the W after we were all done for the day. it was nice to see people come out of their shell and to see what they really think about the firm and to get to know them. so we all exchanged numbers and decided we should go out.

granted, it only ended up being three of us...but i was perfectly fine with that because it was two newbies that i didn't really know anything about. so we went to henesseys and watched a friend of a friend of a friend's band. there was always a drink it front of us plus about a gazillion shots. i have no idea how we were still all coherent.

so i went up to by a round for everyone. i got back to the table and there was the gross attorney (we knew hw was an attorney becuase it was one of the first things out of his mouth. PS....if you make decent money...don't let that be the first thing our of your mouth you sleezebag. oh, i make money so why don't you fuck me. asswipe.) anyway, needless to say we kinda blew him off. then i realized my purse was missing.

my friends maintain that i left it at the bar but i still think that jackass attorney stole it because a) as soon as i realized my purse was missing i went to the bar to see if anyone had turned it it, b) my friend and i totally blew him off and c) 20 minutes later my friend goes up to the bar to see if anyone had turned it in and it was there.

this is because i didnt have anything valuable in my purse. my tab was open at the bar and my cash was in my pocket. so unless you want a piece of crap cellphone, lipgloss, and my ID, my purse isn't going to do shit for you.

it was funny though...because i totally wasn't stressed out the fact i had lost it. anyway, we piled in a cab and went back to our friend's house, played beer pong (it's a good thing my partner was awesome otherwise it wouldve been disastrous), i dropped 2, yes 2 beer bottles, cutting my toe.

of course i was more worried about getting blood on his hardwood floors than the fact my toe was bleeding. that just made me laugh.

what a great effing night.

SATURDAY

felt like a million dollars...surprisingly. went to chill with my aunt in escondido, went to the casino, ate dinner, and gambled a little bit. i won $4 baby.

went to cold stone and watched the devil wears prada, which was amazing.

SUNDAY

went to work.

found out a girl from USD died. squish....sorry for the loss of your friend. and that's where i lose it and start crying....hearing that crap hits too close to home. so not only do i feel bad for my friends who knew her, i think about my recent loss and my friends who were affected by it. went for a run because it was the only thing i thought would help. decided to kick my own ass and run farther than my body probably wanted.

went to bed...rather sad. i miss my friend.

MONDAY

i want cheesecake. or froyo.