frantic fringe

After I gave my month's notice at work I started going out big on Tuesday nights for my HK big brother's open mic nights (this is a music thing, not a comedy thing).  Then, because I'm such an irresponsible asshole I was often late to work on Wednesday mornings, often requiring multiple calls from my co-workers to wake me up.  I believe on this particular morning my pal called me 11 times before I actually got up (thanks again for that Emma).  I was crazy late by this time, so I quickly changed my shirt, brushed my teeth and ran out the door.  This day I did actually get to work right before I was actually late.  My HK big brother also happens to be my boss, so he knew full well I was a hung over mess.  Thank goodness he is also a pretty relaxed and cool guy.  

name game

Those who have been following kellyasacartoon from the start know that I try to give myself a challenge every month.  I used to post about these, but decided they are not all that interesting, so while I haven't posted about any of my challenges this last year, it is still something I'm doing.

At the beginning of this year I decided I wanted to do the monthly challenges, but have them carry over throughout the year.  So what I start in January continues to the end of the year, which was no western fast food.  Each month I add a new challenge that I have to continue until the end of the year.

I was telling my friend this over skype and she asked me what my challenges were so far.  January was no western fast food, February was to walk at least 10,000 steps every day, and March was no sleeping with a guy unless I know his name.  I thought this was a great rule to make and is my attempt at becoming a better person, some people see it in a different light.

Coincidentally, I haven't had sex since I made this rule...I have made out with some people who's names I do remember though...baby steps.

Silver Linings

You would think peeing my pants would be the most embarrassing thing that could happen to me within a weeks time.  Well, if you did think that, you forgot about how stupid crazy I get on Tuesday nights.

I went to open mic at a local bar with some friends, we go there most weeks.  The last thing I remember is being behind the bar at the end of the night when the staff lets me be the special guest bartender and mix up my shitty ideas of shots.  I put soda water in the shaker and then had it on upside down or something and, then I got put back on the other side of the bar.

I was out until somewhere between three and five am.  I woke up late for work, and looked like a hungover mess when I got there.  I chatted with my friends at lunch and asked if i left when they did, and they laughed and said no.  HUH...who am I hanging out with and where am I going??  Apparently, we all left around the same time to go get taxis, and then when we got to the cue, they turned around and I was gone.

I suffered through the rest of the day at work and when I got back home what did I find?  Some cigarette ash in my bathroom and a used condom on the floor by my trashcan.  I have zero memory of bringing anyone home with me.  Upon further inspection of said condom...because how else am I going to find out what I did last night, I saw that there was no cum in it, so I'm going to assume I brought someone back with me...presumably a smoker, and while he was having a smoke in the bathroom and putting on the condom I passed out.  That's the only reasonable explanation, right, and I'm nothing if not reasonable.  Every used condom has a silver lining!