Hung over and hate tourists.

So today I feel like this:



Yes i've been getting some work done and finally have gotten my breasts. No this is to imply that I'm extremely hung over. Yes its true, again. So, it was 2 birthday celebrations last evening and I had to go out and say hi. I was enjoying my kind of Super Bowl party at my house, then I headed downtown by myself with my new jacket and hot shoes and was listening to jill's ipod which was a nice change of pace. Then I see my 2 enabler friends Sean and Patrick there as well, which means it wasn't going to be a chill evening-oi. I was better than I've been in the past because I have a job I have to get to. Patrick might be getting a job with a porn site manager (hehe) so I'm excited for the random funny events I might get invited to. Wow, love being selfish- He gets a job and I'm like 'what do I get out of it?' But then today at lunch I NEEDED Chipotle. So I go in and there's this obvious tourist in front of me. How do I know he's a tourist? New Yorkers are basically expected to know what they want before they even get in line, or definitely before you get to the front of the line. So anyway this guy takes forever to decide (meanwhile I've been trying to kill him with my eyes) and then the lady moves on to me. I'm rather nice to her and she gives me extra meat cause I'm awesome. Then the guy in front of me gets all huffy about it and starts to whine (sp?). Then he continues to point out that I got more meat than him and he has to have more! I seriously went back in time to when I was in 3rd grade. Stupid tourists. C'est la vie.