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Are you ready for this one?

So, I drank like whoa last night. I did 20 shots of cheapie vodka. Then I threw up. Then I hugged the concrete. Then Celeste put me to bed. I woke up and I didn't remember having taken my pants off.

But, ::drum roll:: I have no hangover!!!!!

But Terry is ultra-mondo pissed off at me. Seems I kind of forgot his birthday. I don't see the case he's making, since he's forgotten so many of mine -AND- I was burying people and living at the hospital and being told 'lets be friends' and crying and bleeding and sick and upset and having other things in my life and on my mind. Guess he'll get over it. I'm not apologizing for this one.

Everyone in my house hates one another. I'm not getting in the middle of this one. I got knifed in the back last time. So everybody's got something to hide except me and my Celeste.

I really, I mean really wanted to see Nate Last night. Sometimes I feel like until I hug him, I'm not breathing. But he didn't come over. Again.

Oh, well. Now I want a drink.