Pre-Buddy Status

*I forgot to post this blog last weekend. Oopsies!*

Evening Bloggers! So, once again, I am reflecting on what a ridiculous week I have had. There has been fun (but still frustrating) texting between me and Devon, as well as occasional visits to him at work. Which by the by, I have NOT  talked to him since Thursday. (just sayin'....) Then there was the huge ass bomb that my baby sister, Lexie, dropped on my brain late Thursday night. And When I say huge, I mean like the size of a blimp but with the force of a battering ram. (I'll tell you what she did in a minute and then you can go blow up at her on her blog!) Next we have my late night liason with Blaine the Blah. And to top it off, a potentially embarrassing situation with Devon that I was not physically involved in but can soooooo be traced back to me (hence me not having any form of communication with Devon until maybe Tuesday....or longer).

Now, you all know about the fun texting with Devon, so I'm not going to recap on that (plus a girl has to keep some stuff close to the vest). As for Lexie huge/ginormous/mind-blowing bomb......baby sister came over Thursday night while I was finishing up packing for my little weekend stint to see the fam back in the real LA. She slept with Alex....AGAIN?!?! (But at least a condom was involved this time, thank God!) Let's just say I had to repack my bag since over half of it's contents were thrown at Lexie after this bomb was released. I'm not going to go into details about it since this is Lexie's story to tell, not mine. But it took me quite a few days to blow over from this redonkulous bullsh*t.

So, I went to visit the fam with this whole situation pressing down upon my brain. (Obviously, I needed some alcohol and a worthwhile distraction.) Luckily, my distraction came in the form of good ole' Blaine the Blah. No sooner had I got settled at Sammie's place, my phone went off with a text from B. And what does it start off with? "Hey Sweetie" (Seriously? Ok, who are you and where is the real B?) But then I read the rest of the paragraph (yes, a paragraph....trust me. I was shocked, too!) Blaine had gone night fishing with a friend and his wonderful friend left him stranded out in the bayou. (Idiot) And since B didn't have a car, I had suddenly become his damsel-in-shining-sequins.(Well, really, I was wearing a yellow shirt dress with brown vest and ankle booties, but let's not be technical.)

To make a long story short, I got lost once; cussed out B for getting me lost; drank 2 bottles of hard cider while we talked; and hooked up with B in the backseat of my car. (originally we started out on the hood but I kept sliding down....not cool) We were out there from 2-5 am. Craziness.

My life is just too cray-cray. Well, talk to you later, bloggers. Ciao Bella