So apparently I got drunk last night, in case you didn't get the memo.
I have so much to write about,
it's not going in here though.
I work at 6. I really don't want to. I think it'll be fine once I get there.
This morning when I woke up, I fell right back down.
Things I remember about last night:
-- Throwing up in the bath tub.
-- Beerbongs. Beerbongs. Beerbongs.
-- Smoking in the house.
-- Putting on underwear before I got drunk.
-- Calling Xtian at 4AM and waking him up.
-- Calling Amy Mac right before that (I do not remember what was said).
-- Ring stuck on Tyesa's finger. Shampoo surgery ("Breathe in... breathe out, 1, 2, 3! I got it!")
-- Laying angrily on the plastic bench, flicking cigarettes.
-- Talking to a kid from Slickville (he knew the Puzaks'. Who doesn't?)
-- Itching my nose and losing my nose stud.
I'm done typing now I think.
just breathe
