Rough weekend/week.
God... what day of the week is it?
I'm not quite sure what's happened since I last wrote... but what I can remember:
1) Slutty shirts= Loaded drinks... I mean, why don't you just bring me the fucking rum bottle already, instead of my 13 dollar so-called "Mai Tai"?
2) I'll eat any kind of seafood when buzzed... and it actually tastes good to me.
3) I'm a flirt... an annoying flirt, when intoxicated.
4) I will never again wear a white top when going out to drink... I spill all over the place and it turns into a wet t-shirt contest we ALL DO NOT need to watch... Jesus...
5) I go a little crazy with the "tip" when drunk... I somehow owe $1,136 bucks on my credit card, all from this weekend... FUCK ME... I'm DEAD!
6) I fought the urge to drunk-text Mr. Darcy this entire weekend. I almost confessed to him on... Friday night? I'm not sure what day it was... but I'm just glad I somehow held that back.
7) I went to a beauty pageant... it was the worst 6 hours of my life... WORST.
8) I learned beauty pageants are rigged. Where the fuck has integrity gone in this country if we can't even trust beauty pageants?
9) I somehow went to mass twice this weekend... both times thinking about, and looking forward to, the great sins I was going to commit later on those nights... I'm horrible.
10) A close friend of mine told me about their recent attempted suicide. I didn't know how to react to the news. I just sort of sat there... with a glazed-over look, debating whether to empathize and lend my shoulder for them to cry on, or go ape shit and start knocking things over while screaming at my friend what a bonehead, selfish move that was. I went for the "bob and smile as I grab for my right foot to place over my left knee with my left hand" look. I hate being passive-aggressive... that shit's going to kill me some day.
11) I saw a lot of Jason Bourne this weekend.
12) Oh my God... what did I do yesterday?
13) I've been fighting off a pinched nerve near my left ass cheek... it REALLY annoys me and paralyzes me at the most inconvenient times... but I don't feel it at all after a couple of drinks.
14) I'm tired... so fucking tired... and it's noticeable... I keep hearing it from everyone.
I need a break from this break.
Please... no more drinking.
3 comments:
Come hang out with me and Mike, or Me and and MIchelle.. or me, mike and michelle. Or me and Kyle (although that may involve slavery) No drinking involved :-)
Oh wow, looks like you had a blast!
Tortoise Queen- F'sho! Just let it wait 'til Monday when the ruler of my house is gone and I don't have to worry about her calling me every ten minutes after 11PM.
Like the saying goes: Once the cat's away, the mice come out and play!
Mooney- It was... sort of a blast. You know me... I feel guilty most of the time... and I'm not very into making a scene... but apparently, that's all I did from Friday until... Monday.
Hope YOU had a blast at Disney... you did go... right? or did I dream that up?
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