This blog is just going to be me complaining about how much I hate boys; caution.
I've been binge watching Below Deck on Bravo all weekend. It's a gloriously horrible show, but Ben is probably my favorite person on a reality show, ever. And Sam is my least favorite human being in existence. Anyway, I'm glad Alex is here because we are both on S.S. Text Me Back. I just told her about this ship and she's "all aboard". Basically, I just can't stand people. Sometimes I have to question whether certain boys are a bit MR. And I shouldn't say those things because I'm all person first language and stuff. But...seriously? Are you a human being? I swear you had a stroke because 99.9% of the texts you send are misspelled and then the rest just is dumb. Remember when you specifically made plans with me and then just didn't follow up with it? I sat at home all night with Alex trying not to drink (I didn't. Be proud of me). You know when you know that you're being that annoying girl who has the memory of a goldfish for mean things boys do to you? Yeah. I just need to find someone else and then I'll be okay. I'm good at moving on when I have a distraction, like everyone else.
And to make matters worse, Mom came over tonight and made me go through all of the clothes on the 3rd floor and Gram was upstairs. Literally it was like the worst party that I've ever been forced to attend. They both came into the TV room part of the 3rd floor and asked if I wanted this or that. BOTH OF THEM. NO I DON'T WANT IT. NO I DON'T WANT IT. I make it a point to not snap at my Grandma cause she does so much for me and she's never done anything mean to me, but sometimes I just snap. Everyone reading this blog knows that, but still. THEN Jay was upstairs trying to get the cable box to work and he was obviously half on hold and half talking to an automated woman. Screaming at her because we Maloney's have very short tempers. All I wanted was a drink. But on Saturday I drank an obscene amount, texted a douche, and was still able to drive home. Like 6 beers, two margaritas and a shot. Granted it was over like 4 hours and an episode of Bob's Burgers, but still. So I'm not drinking this week. I'll shovel food into my fat stomach to help a bit.
Back to crazy guys. Why do they buy drinks for girls at bars? They weren't buying a drink specifically for me, because I'm ugly and my back was turned to them, but some drunk guys in this booth behind us kept pointing to their buddy and being like "he wants to buy you shots". First off, I don't drink shots. I hate them. Secondly, there are like 6 of us and one random boy at this point in the night. Why would you waste all of that money? Then he didn't even talk to any of the other girls. They just paid and left. I mean, I wish I had that kind of money. But whatever, I sipped that nasty redbull and vodka like I was the Queen of England and then walked back to my friend's house in the rain.
All in all, I had a pretty bad weekend. Alex did come out with me on Saturday, so that was pretty cute. It's just so weird drinking with her in public. I feel so old cause she's 21. I did get to see Baby Carson for half of it and I watched the first seasons of Below Deck and #Rich Kids of Beverly Hills. Oh, and I made it to the C List on Kim Kardashian: Hollywood. I have that to be proud of.
But when it all comes down to it:
Just know I hate myself for everything I said in this blog.