The DJ Bugs

Now that I'm feeling a bit better, I thought I would catch you up on the whole "I Kinda Hate the DJ" thing

A few weekends ago I was kidless and bored so I decided to go spend the weekend with my cousin CaCA. I went up Saturday evening, spent the night and went to church with her the next morning, spent another night with her, and then went back to the valley on Monday for work.
Sunday night the DJ came by to watch a flick with us. I had come down with a pretty nasty cold the day before and was basically just hatin' it so I certainly wasn't up for leaving the COUCH, let alone the HOUSE. We put on Pineapple Express and I fell asleep within the first 10 minutes. I apologized profusely to him upon waking up, but could tell he was still irritated. He then starts in on how boring I am and how I never wanna go "out".
I was a little taken aback, considering the fact that I seem to never NOT be out! I'm always at school or work, and on the weekends I spend time out with my kids or with my darling friends. Apparently, however, unless I go "out" to the bar and drink myself into a stupor, I'm not going out. I'm not a drinker and I never really have been. It's just not my thing. And honestly...who the hell is HE to tell me that I'm somehow "less than" simply because I'm not a drunk?!
I was sicker than a damn dog and not in the mood for his crap so I told him to have a good night and opened the door wide for him.
Ugh...he just BUGS!
Until next time, much love!
~T