Bad Habits

Technically, Mike isn't a bad habit. Mike is great. The bad habit I am referring to is our tendency to get shit faced when we are together. I think he's funny when drunk, he thinks I'm hilarious, I think he's terribly clever, and that's how we end up on Tverskaya at midnight trashed arguing over how Paris is amazing (even though I've never been) and how if he slaps my ass one more time I will kick him in the balls. I know these don't sound like actual arguments but you don't understand. Mike and I don't care. We will easily argue for hours even though we are both arguing the same thing. It's quite charming really. Or aggravating. Mostly charming though.

We met up earlier today, we wandered around near my house, then it started to rain, so we left his friends and went back to my house. I attempted to prove my culinary proficiency by cooking blini, which I managed to burn. I mean sure I make this dish EVERY single day for myself but of course when I have to cook it for someone else I get distracted and burn them. Making Mike look at them with hesitation. Fuck off. Stop looking so unenthusiastic they are amazing! Which they were. He admitted it. It's true. Btw I am totally aware that this blog isn't going to make any sense because I am still quite drunk, but if I write it later I'll forget shit. You know?

So we ate the Blini and then spent two hours drinking two boxes of wine and watching Youtube videos. Aka my favorite thing to do. EVER. It was great. Except for that part where Mike elbowed me in the boobs. That wasn't that great. That hurt. Fuck you.

The we went out. To Tverskaya. I think our plan was to find a bar, but we never ended up doing that. No no I mean we were in a bar. I peed in a bar. Not like in THE BAR though. I went to the bathroom in one. We didn't really go in though, it was too expensive. The bathroom was IMPRESSIVE though. The mirror, it turned into a TV and played commercials. It would have been really cool if I didn't freak out and think it was an acid flashback. By the time I figured it out I was too embarrassed to stay in the bathroom any longer.

I am convinced that the best compliment you can give a girl is to tell her that she is light. No. Seriously. Or maybe just me. I have absolutely no idea how Wiley and I decided that me in his arms was a great photo opportunity (though I admit, I suspect it was my idea) but then when he told me I was light....awz. So charming. No really. It's not the same as saying a girl is skinny, if you say a girl is skinny, or looks good, well I mean it's a nice thing to say but at the same time it is referring to culturally determined standards of beauty. But being picked up by a boy and being told, "Wow you are really light!"... it's just so casually flattering. I mean it's not like he said I looked good or was attractive, it's just a statement about weight, that might actually refer to my unhealthy eating habits.. but fuck. It was nice to hear! Though clearly I have just determined that I have NO idea why I am so flattered.

I have pigtails.

Hehehe. Handlebars. Jesus. It sucks when you realize that your mind it dirtier than that of your male friends.