alcoholiv

so, last night... i had plans of "taking it easy" because im hanging out with a boy who i have a gigantic crush on tonight. yeah, what happens? i go out with brendi, we get shithoused because he keeps getting shots of southern comfort, and the bartender was giving them to us in ROCKS GLASSES. HOLY FUCK. add 2 pitchers of pbr into the equasion, and im sure you can imagine that i was vomiting hard by 2 am. however, the funny part about it is that i felt sick but i couldnt puke, so BRENDI STUCK HIS FUCKING FINGER in my throat. WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR!!!!!!!!!

we ran into the boy im hanging out with tonight at the bar. i hope he doesnt think brendi is my boyfriend, or whatever. im so nervous. what if he doesnt call!?!?! what if he thinks im a douchebag because i was SHITfaced last night and my tits were hanging out and crap. god, im such a whore when im drunk. hahaha. fuck.

im going to boston next week. im excited, to say the least. my favorite people. it'll be good to see them, in a non-funeral-heartwrenching-painful situation. i miss tom so much. it hurts so bad. his backpack is still sitting there, in my trunk. brendi thinks i should throw it away, but i cant bring myself to. i think i might use it. i dunno. it's so sad.



i forgot how good of a band waxwing is.
"look at me now, i am bruised and broken down. look at me now".

good.