Woke up in an unfamiliar basement in a sleeping bag with Matt to a police officer shining his flashlight in my eyes and asking me my birth date and social security number. My morning went swimmingly.
And then I have a slight inkling that I went up to the bar and tried to order the bartender.
The question of "Will I eat a piece of curried chicken off the floor?" has been answered tonight.
Annd you probably wouldn't of fallen down the stairs if you didn't insist on taking 'finale shots'
Monday: I just need a drink Tuesday: OMG no more this week! Wednesday: oh shit how'd I get drunk Thursday: I'm glad you've stopped the pretenses
I didn't get a chance to take any pics but the mental snapshot of her boyfriend calling her directly after we finished was a really special moment I wish I could properly share with you.
I've taken a shot every five minutes for the past twenty. His valentines cupcakes are going to be a fucking delicious vodka induced mess. Thinking about putting vodka in this next batch. I'm the best girlfriend.
But I'll just tell people it was a bar fight... Sounds a lot better than "well I was drunk and alone and eating Special K naked in my bed"
I need to sanitize my soul.
You owe me beer. On another note, I made out with the ups guy at work today ....
Your life has no conflict it's just a blur of sex and Netflix
just woke up on the floor with a bottle in my hand. and by bottle, i mean a baby bottle. half filled with tequila.
He showed up at my house with roses and a bottle of vodka... to watch a movie. obvi i took the vodka and didn't sleep with him
Don't worry about me. I am infinite.
I just revenge puked in his shoes. This is gonna be a fun night :)
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