Hyenas Comedy Club

I went to a comedy club with a friend last night. It was funny because I so tried to flake out of going. I had been at work from 8 in the a.m. and got off at 8 in the p.m. and just wanted to go bum at home but she was pretty persistent and I felt guilty. She's my study buddy for Spanish and though we are both not fantastic at it, studying together helps me. And I had already said yes and so after my weak attempts to get out of it, which she totally shut down, I decided to just go.

Her ex-boyfriend Butch was performing. Yes, Butch. Hmmn. Lol. No, but he was a scream. She is so connected at that comedy club that we got in no problem and we got free drinks. How cool.

So I was expecting it to suck. Everytime someone's ex something or cousin or brother's best friend or whatever performs, I always imagine they are going for moral support because they suck.

I was wrong this time. He was actually funny. Very very vulgar but funny. I had a good time and it was another successful night of being around other people and not wallowing in loneliness. I was really glad I went. I was even home by eleven something and could just go to sleep.

FB messaged me all night, sort of. Well, just a couple of times. I have been not responding a lot or being a bit non-engaging with him of late but I had enough distance I thought to at least chat with him. It was platonic, no references that upset me and I was ok with it. I wasn't depressed after it.

Saturday was good.

I really need to stop posting my thoughts on Facebook through the "NOTES" application. I dunno why I do because I swear all my friends on there think I am so depressed. I suppose it is ok here because none of my friends know about this blog but I have this addiction to sharing what I am feeling through things I write and now I am doing it on facebook and I need to stop sharing so much of myself to people who know me, I really do. Lol. I might just go and deactivate and reactivate and deactivate my account until I go silly. I tend to do that when I feel too open and to visible to people. I feel a lot better when I am invisible and hiding. So why do you write notes on facebook about your inner thoughts then? I dunno. Cuz I'm a bit dozey I reckon.